Taboo Kisses(49)

If not for his seriousness, she would’ve laughed. She kept her head bowed and tried to humble her voice. “Lucky you.” If she were lucky, he’d think her intimidated.

“Very lucky.” One of his fingers flicked a nipple. Sameya knocked his hand aside. His long fingernails gouged into her neck and he shoved her to her knees, but only because she allowed his attack. No need to alert him to her vigor just yet.

Kat gasped.

A browbeaten appearance served her purpose. Hands tangled in her hair, he smashed her face into his soft crotch. Anger spiked at being manhandled, and she ground her teeth to keep from biting into the delicate flesh.

“I hope he keeps one of your mates alive long enough for me to fuck you in his presence. Probably the tiger. I’m sad to say the vampyr is almost gone.”

Yeah, he looked and sounded as heartbroken by Maximus’s nearing demise as she would be about his death later. Behind her, Kat’s breath hitched with obvious tears. Sameya guessed the other woman wept for Maximus.

If either one of her mates were harmed they’d all live to regret it for a very long time.

“On your feet, slut. Master has a show for you.” He jerked her to her feet, his nails drawing blood. “Not the first blood you’ll shed for me.” He licked the substance off his fingers. “I like my women to endure pain for a long time. But not as much as Gryphon does. You’ll be pleased when he finally tires of you.”

Such arrogance to deem her defeated.

Sameya ignored the stinging of her flesh as she pulled the iron-laced dress over her head. Fools. The entire lot of them. It’d take more than a little bit of iron and a blast of rose petals to trounce her.

The garb barely covered her bottom, but the low cut of the material in the front almost had her breasts spilling over the fabric. He hooked a chain to a loop on her wrist-cuffs and led her from the room. Like a goddamn dog. The offenses against them were mounting.





Chapter Eighteen



Sameya entered the chamber with the guard guiding her with his iron leash. The room housed a single rectangular table that could’ve fit twenty guests but only two chairs were in place. A domineering male sat in a chair at the head of the table. She’d bet this was the leader of the gang…and wouldn’t you know it, he was a griffin. Probably why he’d chosen the name Gryphon, but that was assuming they were one and the same.

The man was strong and advanced in years, but he’d be easy to sway with her serenade. And not because he was overweight, but one brush of his power against hers and she knew she’d outgun him without much effort.

His beady-eyed gaze traversed her body, making her feel soiled and in need of a long hot shower. He patted the spot next to him, while tapping his belly with the pudgy fingers of his other hand. “Won’t you join me, Sameya?”

As if he truly believed she had a choice. Arrogant creatures and their idiocy! She would enjoy exposing his error. The guard led her to the male, whom she presumed was Gryphon, and handed the length of chain to the man.

“Sit.”

“Are you Gryphon?”

“Yes.” He yanked, and she went to the floor in front of him, her knees protesting the impact with the marble floor. “But I prefer Master. At least for a time. After I tire of you, Mondo here”—he flicked a hand with long fingernails at the guard who’d walked her in—“will have the privilege of owning you.”

“You’re confident of that outcome.”

“I know your secret weaknesses, siren. Rose petals and iron.” He gulped a finger of liquor from a glass, his lewd gaze navigating her body once more. “Did you remove the dildo in your ass?”

She ground her teeth together. “No.”

“I fingered you after you were down.” Bile hit the back of her throat. Violated when she couldn’t defend herself…he was a sick and twisted bastard. She’d make sure he writhed in agony for that affront. “You’re soft. I’ll enjoy feasting on your pain.”

Griffin’s ate the agony of their victims. Everything began to slowly come together. Sameya was a powerhouse of magic, a timerelic of power that’d survived countless generations, the rise and fall of nations, all of that meant she’d last longer than his average prey.

“Another siren gave up our secrets to get me out of the way?”

Gryphon offered no reply, but she needed none. He trailed a finger down her neck, and she flinched away. “I have a bit of sport for us to watch before I dine on you.”

At least twenty henchmen entered the room in a single file. They must expect a lot of trouble out of her…or someone. Dread morphed through her.