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“How lackluster, even for a whore,” he said, letting anger needle my skin. “How poor the state of your lands must be if you first run out of ale, then young virgins to lure me.”
The sensible part of me urged to stay quiet.
Though my pride silenced it when I slapped his hand away. “I am no whore!”
“Kneel!” His shout softened my knees until they caved and hit the hard ground, not moving an inch, no matter how I pulled, shifted, fought. Why couldn’t I move? “Shh, don’t struggle against my command. There… calm your heart.”
My muscles turned sluggish, as if disabled by some sort of magic, head lolling about as I strained my gaze to meet his. “Let me go.”
“And have you tell the rest of your kind how you entered my kingdom?”
“My father’s sick… maybe dying.”
“Of course he is. As are all mortals.” His cruel laugh matched the hard look in his eyes as he squatted to where I kneeled like a slave. “For example, I could still carry you outside and snap your neck, but, ah… what a waste of a fine servant it would be. So young and beautiful, tormenting me with need for your warmth.”
I frowned.
“Oh, you didn’t know? Do not remember how I touched you like this…” He palmed my cheek, his lips taking on a lopsided smirk when I tried to pull away but… couldn’t. “Every part of you, my little one, will serve me for eternity, starting with those lush lips. They will wrap around my length while I thrust against the back of your throat. And once you know the taste of my seed by heart, I will make every other orifice mine to play with. To fill and stretch until you quiver with need, begging me to allow you release.”
Against the weakness of my muscles, I straightened. “You can do all those things to me, but you’ll never hear me beg.”
“No?” There was a terrible twitch of his upper lip before his eyes slipped between my legs. “Your hand, mortal. Already touching yourself, your flesh heated by all the promises of how I will use you.” When my eyes dropped to where I quickly pulled my hand from my folds, shame gnawed at my core. Worse was how he chuckled, letting his thumb pad over my lower lip in play. “Youwillbeg. And if you’re a good little mortal, I shall spend my seed with your flesh clenching around me. Now, now, don’t cry, Ada. You need yet more time to recover, for my hunger for your warmth is too great.”
Was I… crying?
Yes, I was, because he wiped a tear from my cheek and left. Each step of distance he brought between us returned strength to my muscles, yet I remained on my knees, listening to the quickening pound of my heart. Corpses in the corridors or not, I needed to get out of here.
I’d rather be a fool than his whore.
Chapter4
Ada
Iwoke with my hands between my legs, three fingers wet to the second knuckle. They stroked at my swollen folds, pushed into my drenched center, and curled inside my channel until—
Mmm!
My lewd moan brought me to my senses, and I pulled my hand from my sex. God’s bones, what was wrong with me? Why would I wake soaked like a harlot who’d heard the clank of coins, writhing and bucking against my palm?
Wiping my fingers on a fur, I rose and glanced about the room. I was trapped between four walls, the only source of light a magical glimmer emanating from the all-surrounding alabaster. Was it night? Day? How long had I—
I shuddered.
There was that noise again.
It had lulled me to sleep, the cacophony of never-ending groans resonating from the hallway. Behind those doors, brittle corpses grunted and wheezed, shedding limbs if they as much as bumped into each other. I’d seen it! If I stepped through there now, they would snap their brown teeth and dig their fingers into the skin of my arms.
I knew.
Because I’d tried.
Twice.
My eyes went to the chemise Orlaigh must have laid out at the end of my bed—washed, starched, the tattered parts neatly stitched together. I slipped into it while my feet returned to the matted trail yesterday’s pacing had left on the ground.
Back and forth I crossed the empty room, my gaze flicking to the door once, twice. Just how many corpses had I seen in the hallway? Five? Seven? Devil be damned, pacing would bring me no answers.
No answers, no escape.
