Page 31 of Knight’s Salvation

Her favorite bartering tool.

Straddling his thighs, she bent down, caught a flat nipple between her pointed razor-sharp teeth, and bit down. He refused to flinch. She took him inside her body, that part of her drenched, surrounded him, and slid over his hard flesh. She rode him hard, gouging his skin with her teeth and nails until the room filled with the smell of her musky arousal and the tangy metallic scent of his blood.

Fuck, he hated her. Hated her to the core of his being.

“Look at me,” she hissed.

When he complied, she sent a tiny wave of what he needed through the hand on his chest, enough to stop him dying but not enough to stop the pain gripping his body or return him to full strength. Yeah, she’d make him pay over the next couple of days for his absence.

The creature riding him, using him, felt nothing for him and enjoyed dishing out her punishments, and though he knew he would pay for it, he let all the hatred he felt for her show on his face. She hissed then slapped him using all her considerable strength.

His lip split and warmth trickled across his cheek. The sight of more of his blood only increased her excitement, and she came hard, her muscles squeezing around his dick like a vise.

But he didn’t come, refused to give her that. It wasn’t hard to deny her. All he had to do was look at the bitch. She hated that more than anything else. But in the end, that was all he had left, all he was capable of holding back from her, the only thing he had that was his. She continued to ride him hard, bringing herself to orgasm three more times before she collapsed on top of him.

When she lifted her head, hatred burned bright. “Why do you persist in holding back from me? You know how much that angers me.” When he didn’t reply and kept his gaze on the ceiling, she climbed off and yanked on her robe.

Mia drifted back into his thoughts then, and it took everything he had to hold back the sob building to the size of a motherfucking boulder in the back of his throat.

“Get on the fucking rack,” she screamed.

Zenon pushed that beautiful female back out of his head because, yeah, this nightmare was too ugly for someone as pure and good as her. And in that moment, any hopes he’d secretly harbored that one day things might be different, that one day he could go to her, dissolved.

He would never be free.

Dragging his body off the bed, he stumbled to the steel frame on the other side of the room and got into position for his mistress.

His punishment had only just begun.