Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Lucy’s POV

Roderic’s expression darkened. “Dont ask questions about things that don concern you.”

But-

72%

“Don’t.” Hix band moved from my shoulder to my throat-not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder. “You’re not entitled to know where I go

or what I do. You’re entitled to nothing except what I choose to give you.

I bit my tongue and nodded.

He studied me for another moment, then sighed and released my throat.

Fine. You want to know? We were on the mainland. Raiding a coastal village north of Dover.” His voice was flat. Matter-of-fact. “Brought back

three females. Young ones. Pretty.”

My stomach turned.

Three more girls stolen from their homes. Three more lives destroyed.

“And the males?” I asked quietly.

“Five of them. Laborers, mostly. Strong backs for the mines.” He rolled his shoulder, and I noticed him wince slightly. “Would have been six, but one of the humans had a rifle. Bastard shot me in the shoulder before I could get to him.”

I looked at his shoulder-the one he’d been favoring. There was a tear in his shirt, and beneath it, I could see the edge of a bandage stained

with dried blood.

“Are you hurt badly?”

Roderic laughed-a genuine sound this time, though there was no warmth n it. “Concerned for me? How touching.”

“Forget what I said.” I said stiffly.

“Is it?” He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Or are you just worried that if I’m too injured to fuck you, someone else will take my

place? Someone who might not be as…

… gentle?”

Gentle. He thinks he’s gentle.

If this is gentle, I don’t want to know what cruel looks like.

“What happened to the man who shot you?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“What do you think? Roderic’s smile was cold. “I tore out his throat. The skinned him. Broke every bone in his body one by one. Left what

was left of him for the crows.”

He said it so casually. Like he was describing what he’d had for breakfast.

<

1/3

19:35 Mon, Feb 16 G C G

Chapter 45

72%

And while I was doing that.” he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, all I could think about was getting back here. Getting back to you. To your warm cunt and those perfect tits and the way you whimper when I hurt you just right.

His hand moved from my throat down to my breast, cupping it roughly though my dress.

1 froze.

“Did you miss me he asked, his fingers digging into my flesh. Did you touch yourself while I was gone? Imagine it was my cock inside you?”

“Don’t lie.” He squeezed harder, and I couldn’t stop the small gasp of pain. I can smell it on you. That fear. That arousal. Your body knows who it belongs to even if your mind tries to pretend otherwise.”

He’s wrong. I dont want this. I never wanted this.

But my body doesn’t care what I want. It responds anyway. Traitor flesh.

“Roderic-‘ I started.

“Strip. The word was a command, not a request.

My heart hammered against my ribs. “What?”

“You heard me.” His hand released my breast and moved to the laces of my dress, starting to undo them with practiced efficiency. “Take off

your clothes. Now.”

“Here?” I looked around the armory-at the racks of weapons, the open door, the fact that anyone could walk by. “But someone might-”

“I don’t care. His fingers worked faster, pulling the laces free. “You belong to me. I can fuck you wherever and whenever I want. If someone sees- He shrugged. “They’ll know to keep their hands off what’s mine.”

Please My voice cracked. “Please, not here. Not where people can-”

His hand shot out and grabbed my throat again. This time he did squeeze

Not hard enough to cut off my air completely. Just hard enough to make breathing difficult. To make panic flood through my system.

He leaned in until we were nose to nose.

“Don’t.” His voice was soft. Deadly. “Make. Me. Repeat. Myself.”

Each word was punctuated by a slight increase in pressure on my throat.

“Do you understand?” he continued. “If I have to tell you again, you won like the consequences. I promise you that.”

I nodded frantically, my hands coming up to clutch at his wrist.

He held the pressure for another few seconds-long enough for black spot to dance across my vision-then released me,

<

2/3

19:35 Mon, Feb 16 GG.

Chapter 45

I gasped, stumbling back, my hands flying to my throat.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone almost affectionate now. “Now, Strip Or Lll it for you, and I won’t be gentle ”

My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my dress.

This is sorvival Just survival. Do what he says and it ll be over faster.

Don’t think. Don’t feel. Just obey

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify