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“Come,” he calls to her.
Without looking up, she walks to him.
“Kneel.”
Automatically, she does as she’s told. Knees apart, hands clasped behind her back, centerfold breasts thrust out.
My jaw drops. Why would this beauty subjugate herself to a monster? Just watching him lick his lips lasciviously as he eyes her makes me sick.
Absently, Mathias brushes the woman’s hair from her shoulder, then moves lower, fondling her exposed breast. He grabs her nipple and twists without mercy. The woman gasps, then begins to pant.
Oh, god. Time to run. I pray Mathias is distracted, and I can escape. If not…he may kill me for trying.
Barely two steps toward the door, I feel something loop around my neck and give a vicious yank. I pull and scratch, frantically feeling for whatever chokes me, but my nails only gouge my own skin.
What did he do to me?
Suddenly, my arms glue themselves to my sides. Against my will, I turn to face Mathias and his mind-slave once more.
“I insist you stay for the fun. This one gives me a great deal of energy. So full of anger I can translate into juicy enthusiasm for my cock. Isn’t that right, lovely?”
The woman whimpers, obviously disgusted and afraid. That poor witch. I want to run to her, help her.
I can’t move.
“Rise,” Mathias demands of the blonde, then drops his voice. “You’re a minx. I’ll bet you liked it rough with your former mate as well.”
Former mate? Did Mathias kill him, too?
As that horrifying possibility spins through my head, he caresses the woman’s breast again. “Turn.”
She obeys without hesitation, though every line of her body tells me that she’s aching to run. I understand. It’s the same control this bastard has exerted over me.
“Good. Look at me,” he snaps.
She does—and the sight of her face has me gasping in a shocked breath. “Anka?”
“Ah, is that her name? I’ve been too busy fucking her to ask.” Mathias runs his palm down her stomach. Then he buries his fingers in the downy thatch between her legs. She looks swollen. She smells of sex.
“Spread your legs, whore.”
Anka trembles as if she’s trying to defy him. But she’s too under his spell. She complies. Her eyes, full of despair and horror, wrench my heart. The agony and torment she has endured is all over her face, being forced to submit to his touch even as her mind rebels.
Mathias’s fingers disappear inside Anka. She winces, pressing her lips together as if she’s holding in tears. But moments later, her breathing roughens. She flushes with arousal. Her inner thighs are slick with desire.
Mathias slants me a stare, his smile depraved. “Isn’t she—no, I must rephrase this—wasn’t she the mate of one of the Doomsday Brethren?”
It isn’t a good sign that Mathias knows the Doomsday Brethren exists. Did he get the information out of my father’s head? From Shock? Or did he fuck it out of Anka?
“You forced her to break her bond?”
“I can be very persuasive.”
Anka’s red-rimmed eyes look panicked and traumatized, even as her thighs begin to tremble with impending release under Mathias’s lazy-fingered caresses.
Even at a distance, I can see he’s slowly destroying her. “Stop. She doesn’t want you!”
The evil wizard holds up his two very wet fingers. “Here is your proof otherwise.”
