Page 78 of Knight’s Salvation

Yeah, Helena was pissed. And she’d made sure he was fully clued in. He’d never seen her so full of rage. Not only had he refused to service her, but her power over him had failed. When she’d shoved him down on the bed and pumped him full of her toxic lust, his dick had remained lifeless, hanging between his legs. He’d stayed silent, letting his body show her how much she repulsed him, which had sent her into a tantrum of mass proportions.

Refusing her probably wasn’t the best idea considering what he had planned, but there was no way in hell he could touch that bitch, not after Mia.

This had better fucking work.

A faint sound made it past the blood rushing through his head. He concentrated on breathing through the pain, and his head began to clear. He heard it again—a whimper. Locking his knees, he tightened his protesting muscles and forced his head up.

The blurry outline of someone came into view. Someone was on the bed. Blinking rapidly, he worked at clearing the dried blood from around his eyes. They stung and watered, but cleared enough to see who lay there.

No. His legs collapsed from under him and agony shot through his shoulders. He shook his head. Please let this be a nightmare, a goddamned hallucination.

Mia.

The sound that tore from his throat was pure animal, raw and untamed, his demon taking control of his vocal cords in a roar that rattled the windows.

She was tied to the bed, at Helena’s mercy. One of her filmy robes covered most of Mia’s body, but it had ridden up to about mid-thigh with the way she writhed on the mattress, barely aware of her surroundings.

Zenon could smell her fear as well as the heavy scent of her arousal, could feel the deep pulsing beat of her need hitting him in the groin in heady waves. His dick answered instantly, growing heavy and hard, his balls tightening. She thrashed, trying to press her thighs together, but the restraints stopped her.

“Mia? Princess, talk to me.”

She spun to face him. Relief made her sag against the mattress before another sob broke free. Now that he could see her better, he saw the tears running down her face, soaking the hair at her temples. “Zenon. I’m…” She stopped suddenly, a moan gasping past her lips. The helpless look on her face fucking killed him.

“Mia,” he roared as he bucked against his restraints.

Panic flared behind her wild eyes, and she shook her head. “No, please, not again. I…I don’t want…” Her pale skin flushed pink and she squeezed her eyes shut, her swollen lips parting like she did right before she… “No, please no,” she sobbed.

Oh fuck no.

Her body bowed, convulsing almost violently. She cried out as if in pain. The orgasm tore through her strung body, racked her small frame with tremor after tremor. When the last moved through her, she lay there shaking with her silent tears.

He called her name, but she wouldn’t open her eyes. “Mia, please, look at me.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to…I…he’s making me. Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick.” She lifted off the bed as much as she could with her arms and legs tied down, and turned away, heaving repeatedly.

He? Zenon looked around the dim room, and a growl ripped from his chest when he spotted Amen, the sex demon from the club, sitting by the door, his uninjured hand down his pants, stroking his dick while he watched Mia. Zenon had been so focused on her he hadn’t even noticed him in the room. He was using his power on Mia. Zenon could feel it this time.

Somehow he’d escaped the compound.

“Stop,” he roared.

A grin spread across the demon’s face.

“Don’t you even fucking look at her.”

“Nice to see you’re awake, drudge.” He didn’t stop stroking himself. Having another audience member only seemed to increase his excitement. “See how your female comes for me? See how badly she wants it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. But she’s suffered long enough.” He looked back to Mia. “Shh now. I know how it aches. I’ll make it all better.”

Zenon fought so hard he felt his shoulder pop out of the socket. “Touch her and I’ll cut off your balls and make you fucking eat them before I slit your skinny throat.”

Amen stood, jeans undone around his hips, still working the turgid flesh jutting from his body as he moved toward the bed. “Well, you’re not really in a position to make threats, now are you? I was waiting for you to wake so you could watch me put her out of her misery.”

Zenon tugged harder at his restraints, ignoring the pain screaming through his body, the way his raw flesh tore from his wrists and ankles. Mia was struggling, blood leaking from beneath the ropes tying her to the bed.

This couldn’t be happening. Being here was supposed to ensure Mia’s safety. He’d come here this one last time, taking the only chance he’d get to gain his freedom—to be with the female he loved.

He watched Amen stand beside the bed and run his fingers down her bare arm. “I feel as though I already know you so well.” He pulled Zenon’s cell phone out of his pocket and dropped it on the bedside table. “I’ve enjoyed our little chats back and forth.”

Zenon growled and continued to fight, tried to break free, but it was hopeless—he was hopeless. He had failed her in the worst possible way.

The bones in his hand shattered when he pulled against the steel restraining him with every bit of remaining strength. He barely felt it, his entire focus locked on Mia.

She turned her head away from the demon at her side and held his gaze. “I love you,” she whispered.

Zenon cried out, his heart shredding into a million pieces. She didn’t look away from him as Amen climbed onto the bed beside her, her hollow stare desolate, broken. Zenon’s frantic struggles were useless. He couldn’t get free. He couldn’t save her. And as the demon moved to cover her, his soul screamed, rendering him wide open.

Mia flinched.

She’d heard it, too.