Taken by the Enemy Read Free Page B

through the curtain of her hair and found him sitting beside her on the log with a stern expression.
    “The fact that the boar is the one gutted on the forest floor and not you should speak for itself.”
    “I’d rather deal with the boar.” She spoke through gritted teeth, and then his palm returned harder than before. One, two, three. Her back arched from the pain, the searing ache as her already sore ass screamed under the torment, but she bit back the urge to beg. She wouldn’t beg this raider, this enemy of the city, for anything.
    His hand slid up her back until it tangled into the messy remnants of the braid she’d had it in. In an instant, he snapped her head back, making it difficult to breathe, and then he slid her panties down. The loss of that last barrier, a fragile strip of fabric, somehow brought tears to her eyes faster than the pain of the next series of spanks.
    “You’d rather deal with the boar?”
    SPANK.
    “You would rather be gored to death than apologize for hitting the man that saved you?” His voice raised, but she screamed right back.
    “YES!” Her voice hiccupped as he landed a particularly vicious swat at the place where her ass met her thighs, forcing her to squirm against the firm grip he held on her hair. The skin across her backside had to be red by now, because she could feel the intense heat, the tenderness of it as his fingers trailed over the round globes – and then dipped between her thighs.
    She snapped her thighs shut, but he pinched the tender skin and she cried out. His voice was unforgiving. “Open your legs.”
    “Don’t! Please, I’m sorry!”
    “Too late, little bird.” His pinch turned sharper and she eventually spread her knees to try and stop it, pressing her cheek to the rough bark of the log as pain zinged through her like lightning across a night sky. When the pain finally abated, she was so relieved by its absence that she didn’t immediately recognize the presence of his legs between her own – until a finger slid inside her.
    “Stop!” Emmie cried out, but he ignored her. His finger slid easily in and out, and shame turned her cheeks crimson.
    “You’re soaked, little bird, I think you want this as much as I do.” Lucian’s voice was a growl as he forced a second finger inside her and she whimpered.
    Everything in her body was at war. There was pain from the onslaught of the spanking, and an uncomfortable stretching as he forced his fingers inside her, exploring and rubbing, but underneath it all she was astonished at her own response. No boy she’d ever clumsily kissed in the darkened corners of a ballroom had incited a reaction like this, not even when they had groped at her, guiding her hand to the hardness in their pants. Not even the ones who she had slipped away with. “Please,” she whimpered.
    “You had to know what was waiting for you when they kicked you out.” His fingers withdrew, and for a moment, she was able to breathe, able to absorb the pulse in her skin from his swats. “Out here, you either earn your place with us – or die.”
    He thrust his cock inside her in one brutal thrust, and she screamed over the low moan that reverberated behind her. For a moment, she only knew pain, her body shivering as the size of him stretched her viciously, and then he withdrew slowly only to thrust forward again. Emmie whimpered, clenching her hands into fists as he rocked her hard against the bark of the tree, thrusting again and again until the stunning pain started to abate.
    Lucian’s fist tightened in her hair, dragging her back slightly across the log until her body was angled just right for him to fuck her hard. She braced her thighs against the bark, trying to breathe, but then his other hand slid around her hip and between her thighs to rub against the apex. She bucked as he deftly found her clit, hating herself as a moan escaped her lips, but his low growl affirmed he’d heard her.
    It felt impossible that he would so quickly