Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Davelina’s POV

The cool air hit my naked skin, making me shiver. Making my nipples harden even more.

And the wounds on my back-they stung. Burned. The sudden temperature change making them ache.

I sank to my knees on the cold stone floor, my head bowed.

Please. Please let this be quick. Please don’t let him hurt me too badly.

“Look at you,” Fergus said. His voice was thick with contempt. “A whore. A slut.”

I flinched but said nothing.

“You stood on that platform today,” he continued. “In front of all those men. And you stripped naked. Danced for them. Showed them your body. Tempted them. Teased them.”

1-I was trying to-”

“You were acting like a whore,” he interrupted. “Spreading your legs. Touching yourself. Begging them to fuck you with your eyes and your

movements.”

“That’s not ” I started to protest.

But he was right. Wasn’t he? I had done all of those things. Even if my motivations were survival, the actions were the same.

“No words to defend yourself?” Fergus asked. “Nothing to say?”

I stayed silent.

“Good. Because we both know the truth. You’re a whore. A temptress. A creature of lust and depravity.”

He finally turned to look at me. His amber eyes traveled slowly over my naked body, taking in every detail.

“And right now,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You’re staring at me like you’re starving. Your eyes keep drifting to my crotch. Like you can’t wait to see my cock. Like you’re desperate for me to fuck you.”

No. That’s not-

But even as I formed the denial in my mind, I realized he was right.

I was staring. And I was… I was aroused. More aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

My pussy was wet. Throbbing. Aching to be filled.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way?

I-I’m not- I tried to protest.

“You’re not what? Fergus stood and walked toward me. His movements were predatory. Dangerous. “You’re not a whore? You’re not desperate to be fucked?”

He circled me slowly. I could feel his eyes on my body. Judging. Assessing.

Then explain this,” he said, stopping behind me. “Explain why your nipples are hard. Why I can smell your arousal from here. Why your thighs are trembling with need.”

His hand touched my back. Just lightly. Tracing one of the whip marks.

I gasped. The touch sent a jolt through me-pain and pleasure mixed together in a way I didn’t understand.

“You used magic on me,” Fergus said. His voice was cold. Angry. “On the platform. When you were dancing. You reached into my mind and made me want you. Made me feel things I didn’t choose to feel.”

Oh no. He knows. He knows what I did.

“I don’t know how you did it,” he continued. “Some kind of witch magic, perhaps. Or something else. But I felt it. Felt you trying to manipulate me. Control me.”

He moved around to stand in front of me again. His face was hard. Furious.

“How dare you,” he said quietly. “How dare you try to manipulate a Lord. Do you have any idea what the punishment is for that, witch

“I’m not a witch,” I said desperately. “I swear. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how-

“Liar.”

And then he changed.

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