“I can’t go on any longer! Please…I’m tired and my jaw hurts.” Visenya pleaded to the Dragon Lord.
Lucian looked down at Visenya as if she was utterly useless. He grabbed a hold of the short chain that dangled from her collar and yanked her to her feet. She yelped in pain as the inner spikes dug into the sensitive flesh of her neck. He pulled her over to his desk, bending her over it and pressing his hardness against her bottom.
He leaned over her, his lips against her ear as he whispered, “If you can’t satisfy me with your mouth, then you’ll have to satisfy me some other way.”
He ripped off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. Visenya panicked when she realized exactly what he was implying.
“Let me try again…with my mouth. I think I c...”
“Quiet!” His voice echoed off the walls of his bedchamber, silencing her on the spot.
She wasn’t one to challenge him, not anymore. She had been on the receiving end of his cruel nature enough times to know better than to poke the dragon, and tonight would be no different.
“I’m the one that’s stuck with YOU. Not the other way around…don’t forget that.” He hurled. “It’s all so easy for you mutts to reject your mates and then climb into bed with whoever you wish, but us dragons aren’t given that luxury. You should feel honored to even be touched by the likes of me.”
Visenya nearly rolled her eyes at his blatant arrogance. Lucian always made it a point to let everyone know who the superior race was. Especially, when they were children, he never failed to express how much better he was than her.
What pissed her off the most was that he really was the dominant species, and there was a valid reason why dragons once ruled over all three kingdoms. Lucian was just one dragon, but he could scorch the entire world if he wanted to, and nobody would be able to stop him.
Despite his superior rank, Visenya didn’t feel honored in the slightest. She had been saving herself for her mate, just to discover that the man she had been waiting all those lonesome years for, was him of all people. He was the last of his kind, and it was all because of her father. Yet, it would be Visenya who was given the privilege of paying for her father’s sins.
Tears threatened to fall, burning the surface of her eyes when Lucian started stripping her of her undergarments, leaving her in the bluff. This wasn’t the way she had imagined her first time would be. She pictured passionate kisses and gentle caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. Lucian wouldn’t be loving, and he certainly didn’t cherish her either. She had been cursed with a mate who was bent on revenge, and wanted nothing more than to watch her suffer.
“Put your arms down at your sides.” He commanded, kneeing her inner thigh as a silent order to spread her legs.
She did as she was told, flinching when she felt his hands run over the small of her back and along her bottom. He gave her ass a tight squeeze, then smacked it hard enough that she was sure his hand print would be embedded there for all eternity. She held in the yelp that tried to escape her throat, because she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to call her weak and pathetic, just like he always did. A loud gasp escaped her lips when she felt his fingers slip between her thighs.
As he slid his fingers up and down her folds, she was mortified at how her body responded to this monster’s fondling. She could feel herself become liquid down there, and cursed her body for betraying her. She huffed in frustration when she heard Lucian’s amused snicker, as if he needed another reason to be full of himself. It was so very tempting for Visenya to burst his bubble, and tell him that it was only a reaction of their mate bond and nothing more, but she knew he would only punish her for disrespecting him.
Her body stiffened and teeth clenched in response to his finger being inserted inside of her. A sound escaped his throat and Visenya wasn’t sure what was going through his mind. She was a bit surprised that he even wanted to touch her at all. He was very open about his overall disgust with her, and reminded her daily of her inferior existence. When he tried to insert a second finger, her instinctual reaction was to clench her muscles tighter and deny him further entry. He forced his second digit into her snug little channel and pumped them in and out of her slowly.
“How many men have fucked you, dog?” He asked in a husky, yet acrimonious tone.
“None.”
Lucian grabbed the chain of her collar and gave it a swift tug, causing her to shriek aloud.
“Do not lie to me!” His tone was full of anger and something else, which took her by surprise. What did he care about her sexual track record?
“I swear it, Master…I’m a virgin.”
“I have a hard time believing that at twenty-six years old, you’ve managed to remain chaste.”
“I don’t care what you believe!” She snapped back, and regretted it instantly.
He pushed her back down onto the desk, and all she could do was close her eyes and accept what was about to happen. Lucian was determined to take what he believed was rightfully his. After all, she did save it…for him.
