Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,19

should, little one, you should hear the things he wants to do to you.”

“Tell me,” she pleads, her voice husky.

“He wants to fuck your ass, little one. He wants to take you from behind, rut into you like an animal and fill you with his seed. He wants to watch your pretty ass turn red from his hands,” I describe, as Nyre hovers in my head, eager to watch her reaction.

Her mouth parts and her eyes widen, even as I smell her getting turned on…she wants that. She wants him. “Not yet, little one, you need to rest first.”

She pouts, actually fucking pouts, and it’s adorable as hell. “Keep doing that and I will use your mouth again,” I warn.

She grins slightly, daring me. Grabbing her head, I pull her to me and kiss her hard before lying down and cuddling her. “Sleep,” I command, feeling the exhaustion in her bones. I have worn her out and she hasn’t exactly had the best time recently. She needs all the rest she can get.

“Goodnight, Nyre.” She kisses my chest softly, right over my heart, and my dragon stills inside of me, curling up to sleep, and for the first time in over a hundred years…I am alone.

“Goodnight, Mishal.” She leans up and kisses me gently before curling up in my arms with her head on my chest, and drifts off to sleep.

I never knew having a mate could be so all-consuming. I haven’t known her long, but already there is nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman in my arms. First things first, we need to get out of here. I’ve tried over the years of course, nothing has worked, but the longer we are here, the more likely it is they will hurt her, or use her to hurt me, and that I can’t have.

I will break free from these chains, let Nyre out, and kill them all before taking my mate to my house and fucking her senseless.

“Goodnight, Dabria, my love,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

Dabria

Banging on the door has me sitting bolt upright, my body protests for a moment, a soreness between my thighs letting me know I have been well fucked. My eyes dart around, wondering where I am before I remember Mishal, the cell, and everything else. Turning to look over my shoulder, I spot Mishal standing in front of the door, blocking their view into the room—blocking me.

“Stay in the dark, little one,” he whispers, his voice just a whisper on the wind, barely audible, but my new improved hearing picks him up.

Nodding, I scoot to the back of the cell and wait with bated breath. His chains are arced across the room, as far as he can go, and I sniff the air, smelling his blood. I spot it around the cuff on his wrist, and my fangs drop as my need for his blood surges forth. It makes me shiver as the heat starts under my skin, slowly getting hotter as every second ticks by. Sweat begins to pour from my body and I wrap my arms around myself, to hold myself back from leaping across the room and feeding on Mishal when he needs to concentrate.

The cell door clanks open, giving me the first look at my captors. Two men, both dressed in black with something glowing under their t-shirts, enter the room. Mishal watches them the entire time, his back bulging, and I know Nyre is near the surface. “Well, look who wants to play. Come on then, dragon, where is your new fuck toy we brought you? Did you break her already? Eat her?” one of them jokes, throwing a tray full of food and drink on the floor as the two men start to move to either side of the cell, obviously looking for me.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” one of them yells and then looks right at me with a grin. “Ah, there she is.” He can see me. How can he see in the dark? Is he like me…us? Is he other?

“Well, shit, looks like he’s had some fun with her,” one sneers.

Nyre growls, yanking on his chains as he lunges at the man. Not the least bit worried, the man steps back with a laugh, avoiding my chained monster’s reach. One moves around the edge of the room, just out of range, and stops before me. I know Mishal is waiting to see what he does before he kills them, but