Page 32 of The Vixen

“Lick me.” The command breaks with need that slips into my tone, more of a whine than a demand.

His finger still massaging my clit, Sawyer kisses my cheek before the pressure leaves me so he can shift down my body and take off my pants. My underwear—painfully dry an hour ago—smear a path of arousal down my inner thigh as Sawyer slips them off and tosses them to the side.

Strong fingers carve dents around my knees as he splays me open, and all I can do is clutch my bound hands to my chest. And wait.

Exposed. Powerful yet powerless. No different than the first time I bared myself to him. My breath hitches just the same.

I study his face as if he might’ve changed his mind since the last time he saw me.

Of course he has. His eyes narrow as he swirls his finger around my opening, my arousal making his path slick. I suck in as my back arches.

“Is this cum?”

My mind blanks for a moment. When memory hits, I stiffen.

Oh.

I don’t say anything as Sawyer looks at me, but the guilt is clear in my expression.

“What does Thorne think of you being here?”

Thorne…

The hurt on his face.

‘Did you have to kiss him?’he asked as Sawyer was dragged to the mines.

“I don’t believe in monogamy,” I say, voice not so deceptively steady. “But I do believe I gave you a command … Slave.”

His chest puffs with a laugh. “You don’t believe in monogamy…”

My eyelids constrict until I remember.

“The things Zephyr told you about me weren’t true. I’ve never been vengeful toward Thorne’s whores. He?—”

“I don’t care, Luna.” His tone is as good as an eye roll. “I’m not gonna taste your boyfriend’s cum.”

I smooth my mouth flat. Level my voice. “You will do as you’re told.”

“I will?” His brow lifts.

I bite my lip—just once—then release it. “Yes.”

It happens in an instant. My eyes can’t even widen in time for him to slide up my body, his hand cinching my neck. His cock shoves halfway inside me in a brutal jerk that makes me gasp, and it’s the only reminder that I can still breathe. He isn’t squeezing. Yet.

“And how do you intend to make me?”

I open my mouth to reply but only yelp as he thrustshard.My walls clamp at the intrusion, sharp pain cracking my core. Mid breath, Sawyer’s hand around my neck squeezes—too tight.

I grab his wrists and pry. Plant my hands on his chest and shove. Kick my heels against the mattress.

He stares at me with rageful eyes, the same he showed me in a flicker earlier. As he squeezes my neck even tighter, a vein pops in his forehead.

Not a game.

Not for pleasure.

My hands reach for his eyes, but with the binding, it’s too easy for him to grab my wrists and hold them to my chest. His body weight sinks onto my throat while black spots dance in my eyes.