Siege (The Warrior Chronicles, #5) - K.F. Breene Page 0,74

tight and his mind swam with confusion. He was a prisoner, he was afraid, and yet there were things in this room he didn’t mind seeing at all.

His body was not confused—it was reacting.

“You like what you see, yes?” That inviting patch of skin was so close, standing right beside the bed. It glistened. Was it supposed to glisten? “My, my. Ready and eager. No wonder you came looking for us.”

He shook his head and tried to speak through a suddenly dry mouth. “Not looking. I swear. I wasn’t—”

A slap rang through the room. It took Leilius a moment to realize that it had to do with him, and another to feel the pain blossoming up from his stomach. “What—”

“Oooh, I like your native tongue. Speak more of that.”

Another slap. Pain blistered up through his ribs. Her breasts jiggled.

“Speak!” She whacked him again.

“You need to let me go. I have stuff to do. I don’t know that I want to go, but I really should. I think this is one of those gray areas between duty and pleasure. And pain. I’m not really sure— Ow!”

With a laugh, she bent down and took one of his nipples into her mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head. Ooooh my God, why do people not like this?

As if hearing his thoughts, she said, “You like this, don’t you?”

Or maybe she was just reading his body.

“I should go.” He shook his head. “I should go. I wasn’t trying to find you, honest. And you are a lovely woman. Really, very beautiful. But— Ow!”

The pain blossomed into other feelings that were starting to pound in extremely exposed parts of his body. “Maybe just a few minutes. I can stay for just a little while.”

She grabbed something off a nightstand and then clamped it onto his nipple. Leilius jolted in pain, and then couldn’t help an embarrassing moan. Another metal thing clamped on his other nipple, and he repeated the display again.

One of her knees indented the bed beside his hip. Her other knee swung over him and landed on the other side. That distinctly feminine area hovered above his distinctly masculine area. All he could feel was the pounding and the rushing in his ears.

“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you?” Her finger disappeared between her candy-red lips.

“Not…really.” His voice was way too high.

As that wet finger left her parted mouth, his heart clattered painfully against his ribcage.

“Yes, you are. You need to be punished.” The finger circled a little nub near her lady parts. She moaned and dropped her head back as her hips moved in a circle.

“Okay. Yes, okay.” He needed to remember that spot on a woman’s body, because she really liked it. That would probably serve him well in the future. If he could just get rid of the buzzing in his head, and think straight, remembering any of this would be so much easier.

She reached further down and dipped a digit into herself. Leilius’ throat issued a strange, strangled sound he had no control over. The sound got even weirder when that finger started to rub around his tip.

“Oh, this is good. I am so glad we were near that door.” Her body lowered until his tip touched her warm wetness. “Oh God, this is happening. This is really happening. Oh thank God—”

The door burst open with a squeal of wood and hinges. The woman swung a leg away from him, turning in alarm at the sound.

“No!” Leilius shouted.

Xavier stood in the doorway, butt naked, with welts down his chest and blood dripping from a few tiny cuts. Eyes on fire, he held a knife in his hand and war in his bearing.

“Go away!” Leilius shouted, trying to motion with his tied hand. “I’m just fine. Come back in an hour.”

Xavier threw the knife as rage lit his expression. The woman shrieked, trying to lift a leather paddle to block the throw. She was too late. The blade stuck in her shoulder. She fell back with a cry and clutched at the wound.

Leilius jerked upward, straining against the binding. “No, Xavier! She wasn’t hurting me!”

Xavier glanced at him as he crossed the room to her. “You have welts all over and shit on your nipples. This bitch”—disgust mixed with the rage—“is messed up.” He yanked the knife out of her shoulder and grabbed her hair with his other hand. He moved to swipe the blade across her neck.

“No!” Leilius screamed, thrashing against the bonds. A loud crack had the bed