“It’s a misunderstanding,” I lie, hoping to bide me some time. “Once my father realises how much he needs me, I’ll go back home.”
Lenny laughs. “You think you’re too good for me, princess?” He stands and rounds the desk.
“No, of course not,” I mutter, eyeing his hand as he brings it to my hair and wraps a loose curl around his finger.
“So, why are you making excuses?”
“It’s just, you’re a lot older than me, and I . . . well, I don’t know what happens outside my family. I don’t know the rules.”
He grins. “I’ll show you things that happen in the real world, princess. Things your father would hang us all for.” This gets my interest, and I allow him to run a finger over my collarbone.
“Okay,” I squeak out. “I’ll go on a date with you.”
Wrath
More blue pills are shoved into my mouth, and I’m forced to swallow. My cock is painfully hard, and my balls feel heavy. Leonie sits over my stomach, her mouth inches from mine. “What I’d give to finish you off,” she whispers. “Just hearing your voice got me all hot,” she adds, biting on my lower lip. Out of all the women, Leonie is the only one who’s horny the entire time. She loves the power of having me chained and bringing me to the edge over and over.
I close my eyes and think of the only woman who’s ever piqued my interest.Wynter.Her green eyes and flowing, longhair . . . the few flecks she has over her nose that match her hair colour . . . and how delicate her hand feels when it touches me. I groan, remembering how she’d accidently brushed my cock. Leonie takes my moan as encouragement, and she rubs herself along my cock, trapping it between us.
I hate the sensation of being touched. Or at least I did, until Wynter came along. Her touch calms my mind, it relaxes me. But as Leonie grinds over me, I shudder in repulsion. She smells damp, like the caves. Wynter smells fresh and sweet.I can’t get her out of my mind.
The door opens, and I sag in relief. Leonie’s flushed complexion makes me sick, and as she slides off me, I thank the Lord for saving me.
The guard leers from the doorway, and I notice the yellow thing in his side pocket, the thing that hurt me.
“Someone looks happy,” she purrs.
“I just got myself a date,” he tells her.
“Who’s stupid enough to date you?” asks Leonie, laughing.
He smacks her backside as she passes him, and she yelps, laughing louder. “Wynter,” I hear him say as he slams my door closed.Wynter.
I growl, angrily tugging until the metal cuffs cut into my skin and make me bleed.Not my Wynter.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WYNTER
“Are you crazy?” Jaycee whisper-hisses. “He’s at least ten years older.”
“And a complete bastard,” adds Anna, and I laugh at how brave she’s getting with cursing.
“It gets me out the caves for a while,” I say with a shrug.
“Well, you can’t go dressed like that,” Jaycee tells me.
I glance down at my uniform. “It’s all I’ve got.”
“I’ll ask Martha to get some clothes from your father,” Anna suggests, “but for now, you can borrow one of my summer dresses.”
I smile gratefully, and we follow her to her room. She pulls out a choice of three cotton dresses, and I point to a lemon one. “I have a cardigan to match,” she adds, pulling out a short, knitted cardigan.
“Thank you,” I say, relieved to be able to get out of this uniform for a change.
By the time I’m dressed, Lenny is waiting for me outside the women’s chambers. He looks me up and down in a way that makes me uncomfortable, and I fasten the buttons on the cardigan. He holds out a hand, and I reluctantly take it.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
