Mark of Love (Love Mark #3) - Linda Kage Page 0,151

Then I’m going to gut him in front of his people and take over his kingdom, just like his worthless ancestor did to mine.”

Then he slapped the rag over my nose.

The overwhelming smell made my eyes water and my throat close until there was no more.

Chapter 34

Quilla

When next I woke, I was naked. I could tell immediately by the cool wash of air that brushed over my nipples and between my legs.

Alarmed, I started to sit upright, only to realize I couldn’t. I was tied to the bed and quite unable to rise at all.

Wait, this was not a bed.

Hardwood under me jostled when I moved, threatening to spill me off the sides, only for the metal straps that were clamped around my ankles, wrists, head, and hips to hold me steady. With a bolt of horrifying clarity, I realized I was lying on the extractor.

Dear God. Not this thing. Please, no. No one could survive long on this contraption.

The sound of a door opening caused me to jolt as it sent a draft of more cold air over me, shocking my genitals and wafting across my bare head, letting me know all my hair was gone.

Everett had kept his promise to the king and shaved me bald.

Holy shit, my hair was gone. All my long, beautiful golden hair...

“Ope,” his voice called as he entered, quickly shutting the door behind him. “You’re waking up, I see. And here, I hadn’t completely gotten you strapped down yet.”

He hadn’t? Mind spinning as I tried to feel where I was still free, so I could somehow manage to escape, I began to wriggle, not realizing where he hadn’t confined me until a hand clamped around my breast.

I yelped—realizing the gag was gone from my mouth—and I tried to squirm again, hissing, “Stop,” but he only tightened his grip, hurting me.

“I was loath to cover up these beauties just yet,” he explained. “I knew Ignatius wanted me to mutilate them, but…” He released a breath and shook his head, his fingers kneading the flesh painfully. “I’ve always been a sucker for full, plump breasts and large, thick nipples.”

Arousal filled his gaze, and I growled deep in my throat, glaring at him to fight off my panic. “Get your filthy fucking hands off me, you monster.”

He slapped me, then fondled my breasts more roughly in reprimand as he leaned over me. “You don’t tell me what to do, whore. Hear me? I own you now. I touch what I want. In fact…” His gaze lowered to between my legs. “If I wished to release myself in your vile, Graykey cunt, I would.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying and having a complete mental breakdown, and I glared up at him as mutinously as I could, all the while my breathing picked up, as my lungs reveled in my terror, working in overtime.

Everett smiled, knowing exactly how frightened he had me. Then he answered, “But I’d never abuse my cock like that. Although…” Sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, he returned his gaze to my breasts. “Releasing myself on you does sound tempting.”

“I will kill you,” I swore, shaking my head as much as I could inside the metal belt strapped across my forehead that held me in place.

Everett merely laughed as he reached down to untie the fastening to his trousers. “In that case, I’d like to see you try.”

Just as he reached inside his pants to pull his member free, a knock rapped against the door.

“Dammit,” he hissed with a scowl as I closed my eyes and silently screamed, Thank God.

“Who is it?” he yelled.

“It’s Afton, sir. I volunteered to be your assistant for the procedure.”

“Fuck.” Grumbling, Everett rushed to tie his trousers back together, then yelled, “Come in,” and sullenly added, “You’re early,” as a slim, redheaded man entered hesitantly.

“I—er—sorry, sir,” Afton answered, bobbing through an awkward bow of apology, only for his eyes to widen as he saw me strapped to the extractor. Just as quickly, he turned his attention away and cleared his throat. “If—if you want me to come back later, I can—”

“No, no. You’re already here,” Everett answered impatiently. “We might as well start the procedure now.”

Slapping the metal cuff over the tops of my breasts and causing me to moan in agony over the tight fit, he bolted the strap into place and called over his shoulder, “Well, get over here. The faster we get this done, the sooner we get justice