will.”
“What gives you the right to do any of that?”
He shrugged. “Who will stop me, Yasmeen?”
“Your humanity? Do you have a conscience that wakes when you’re raping someone of their right to a private life? Do morals come into it when you administer a drug and continue to administer it so your victim remains unconscious as you take her from her home, her life, her friends, just so you can have an animated cock sleeve? Is guilt present at all when you discount another human being’s right to make her own decisions regarding where she falls into little bitty pieces and bawls her eyes out for an hour because she doesn’t know how to handle feeling so irrelevant?” He’d proven his claim. Her self-worth had taken a damaging hit.
“No, no, and no. You and I see this situation in completely different ways.” He shook his head, appearing frustrated as he straightened to his full height. “Allow me to feed you, and while I enjoy the task, I will attempt to make all of this easier for you to accept.”
A helpless anger reared up. “Accept? Go screw yourself, Lucian. Unless you plan on holding me down and force feeding me, I will not accept one fucking morsel from your hand.”
His face darkened so quickly she couldn’t even compare it to a storm rolling in. Not unless it was in time-lapse. “You will throw my efforts to appease you back in my face?”
Her chin went up. “I’ll happily throw a bowl of soup and a plate of spaghetti there, too, if you have them handy.”
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She tried to pull away as he dragged her from the room but he was too strong.
“Let me go! What are you doing?”
Her world spun when, in the blink of an eye, he turned and tossed her over his broad shoulder like she was nothing more than a mindless sack of potatoes.
“What the hell are you doing? Put me down!” She slapped at his firm ass then screeched when he did the same to hers only harder and three times in quick succession. Layered on that morning’s spanking, she felt every inch of his palm.
“You rebel against my authority more than you bow to it. I will punish you for the outright insolence you’ve displayed since our arrival, for your childish refusal to eat, and for daring to strike me.” He swatted her stinging ass again.
“You’re striking me!” she raged in disbelief, her fists gripping the back of his shirt and yanking on it because she couldn’t do much else.
“This ass belongs to me now, and if I want to strike it before I fuck it, I will do so, and my pet will do nothing more than present it in the air for her owner, mouth shut, and with a welcoming, accommodating expression on her exquisite face.”
“Whaaat?” she screeched.
She was panting like a dog; he was barely breathing heavy as they reached the top of the stairs and went left down the hall. Her head felt as if it were about to explode when he eventually slammed into a bedroom that was nothing like the one they’d been using. This one, from what she could see in her position, was dark. The furnishings were black, the accents a deep red that made one think of blood.
She pushed on Lucian’s lower back and started struggling like a crazy woman when they passed what looked to be a sex swing hanging from the ceiling.
“Lucian! Where are we? Oh, God.” Her heart felt as if it was being run by a motor, her blood zinging through her veins. “What are you doing?”
She was tossed backward, and she screamed in fear before landing on a soft bed covered by black silky sheets. The bastard moved like lightening, and as she kicked and tried to flip over so she could crawl away, he too-efficiently locked her wrists into single metal cuffs that had a soft leather lining and a glinting ring dangling from them. He shoved off her, but not before grabbing her shirt and using the hold to yank her to her feet. In the next blink, he was attaching the rings on her cuffs to a chain anchored to the ceiling.
“Fuck you!” she screamed as he pulled on something near the bed to stretch her arms up and out. He didn’t stop until she was almost on her toes. “Fuck you for doing this to me, you deranged bastard! Your