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“Do you want me to make it all go away?” he asked.
I wondered if he really could do what he said, if I could escape for a little while from all the painful things in my head. Something about being hurt drew me in, about being punished for my sins and something within my body started to warm up, desire pulsing through my veins. In the numbness I had allowed in, it was a thick rope to clutch onto.
My eyes flicked to Roan, remembering his own threats of putting me over his knee and turning my ass red. Taraik tapped his fingers lightly on my cheek, turning my attention back to him.
“Don’t worry, little dove. We’ll take care of you. We’ll make it all go away for a little while,” Taraik murmured and let go of my chin. He moved away then and Roan and Zac circled around me. Xandaar watched from the side, his arms crossed, leaning against the counter.
Taraik walked around me and took my shoulders, forcing me to lie back on the table. Roan and Zac took my legs and spread them apart and I cried out with shame, knowing that all of them could see everything—my thighs, my clit, and my naked pussy. Everything illuminated by the light above us. Even now, I knew I was wet.
“Don’t,” I begged.
“Look at this wet little cunt, just begging for some good hard discipline,” Roan murmured, sliding his thumb across my thigh as he moved above me. Whatever was about to happen, he was going to be first.
I shivered with desire, the unexpected feeling buzzing through me. It felt wrong, and I was reluctant to let it run free. These men were Vakarran. It wasn’t natural for me to want this. This was wrong. Surrounded by four of them with their dark purple skin and their copper eyes staring down at me like lions on the hunt, I was reminded of the past ten years of my life spent in hiding, of how they stole my sisters and conquered Earth, enslaving all of humanity to their desires.
But these four, something about them was different than I had expected. They hadn’t raised a hand to me. They’d been angry at seeing the way the humans had treated me, had been furious at my bruises and malnourishment. If I wasn’t careful, I’d think they might care for me. Hands snaked up my thighs, distracting me from my thoughts. Giving me pleasure rather than pain.
My legs shook with hesitant passion. Four mouths leaned down to kiss them, warm lips trailing across my skin. Roan moved above me, his massive body shadowing over mine. His copper eyes
darkened to a burgundy black and it drew me in, made me curious as to what was going to happen next.
His fingers trailed up my torso and drifted against the bottom curve of my breast, cupping it before traveling up to my nipple. His fingers grasped around it, gentle at first, before he pinched it hard.
Pain lanced through as he grabbed the other, using his nails to dig into my skin just a little bit. The ensuing ache was delicious, a spot to focus on to escape away from the terrible memories of what Neil and his men had done. I arched my back, hoping Roan would do it again.
Hurt. Focus. Pain. Escape.
I moaned softly, my hips lifting up, my body betraying me.
I wanted this, but then again, I didn’t. I was confused. I deserved to be punished. In my mind, this all made sense to me.
His fingers released my nipples, sliding down my belly to cup my mound. Slowly, when his palm left my pussy, I whined at the loss of it.
“Roan, please don’t,” I begged.
His palm slapped down sharply onto my mound and I cried out, with pain, with pleasure, I didn’t know. His gaze darkened immensely, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you, Danika,” he growled seductively.
“No,” I lied, denying him even as my body sang beneath him.
“Oh, yes, little dove. You’re going to beg us to stop by the time we’re through,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but tremble under his dominance.
I know I should be fighting them. I know my older sisters Kira and Alaina would expect me to jump up and kick and punch my way to freedom. They would tell me to run, and keep going, but they hadn’t seen what I had seen. Hadn’t watched the man they had expected to spend the rest of their life with shot and murdered right in front of them. Hadn’t seen the life drain from his eyes. Hadn’t been Neil’s men’s captive for weeks, used as their whore for their pleasure. They hadn’t seen the darkness like I had.
But these men, these Vakarrans were offering escape. It was tempting, like a drug and I just wanted one hit. I wanted to see what it was like, just this one time. That was okay, right?
Roan slapped my pussy again, dragging me away from my dark thoughts.
“What did they do to you?” Roan murmured. I cried out, not willing to answer him. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I wasn’t ready to admit to what I had done.
His palm cupped my wet folds.
“We’re going to take it all away,” he whispered finally, and I wanted to let him. I was thankful that he didn’t push me further.
“I don’t,” I began and then he slapped my pussy again, the sharp pain exploding across my sensitive skin. For a long moment it stung, but then it quickly transformed into something much more pleasurable. It turned into desire.
“You lie,” he whispered softly, and I shuddered, knowing he was right.
