Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(46)

Cyprian is a snarly bastard, but he did kill the Ubi, Riley reasoned, attempting to make the best of her new predicament. That’s because he wants some foreign sex slave. God only knows what perverse plans he has for you.

Riley groaned when her sore pussy gushed at the thought of being the giant man’s consort. She should’ve been frightened at all the deviant things Cyprian could subject her to, but she wasn’t. Their encounter in the coliseum had been unbelievable.

You, are unbelievable. That slaving asshole turns you on. You spent too much time in that fucked up sex shop.

Riley had learned more about sex than one person should ever know. It had twisted her sensibilities, pushing the boundary of what was normal and right.

I really should have washed up, Riley huffed as she squirmed, feeling sticky.

Riley exited the bedroom, found another bathroom, and quickly did her business.

“He better get me some clothes,” Riley commented as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. All she needed was a whip to go with her knee-high black boots and purple undies, and she’d be the picture-perfect dominatrix.

Riley was heading back through the sitting room, when the door slid open, and in walked six giant red demons. They were boisterously carrying on until they saw her standing there, like a deer in headlights. The men stopped in their tracks.

“Here’s the spoils of conquest now,” one Cadi commented.

“Do you think the general will let us sample his prize?” a longhaired, scarred bastard asked.

Yep. I really could use that whip, she smirked.

Riley didn’t appreciate the way the men looked at her. All but one of them stared at her like she was a piece of meat. No doubt they’d all witnessed Cyprian nailing her in the maze of tunnels.

“Cyprian doesn’t share,” the one decent male stated as he headed for Cyprian’s bedroom.

The scarred male stalked toward Riley, wearing a lecherous grin. He reached out and ran a finger over her bare shoulder. Riley recoiled. She wasn’t Cyprian’s biggest fan, but he didn’t disgust her like this man did.

Jesus, I hope that man was right. If Cyprian plans to share me, I’ll kill myself. It’s bad enough being one man’s whore.

“Adeoda, back off until the general gives you permission. If you hadn’t noticed, his name’s branded on her chest.”

The scarred man’s hand dropped, but he didn’t back up.

“I wouldn’t share her if I were him. Look how small she is. We’d probably ruin her in no time,” another male spoke up.

“Did you see how Cyprian mounted her. She’s probably ruined already.”

The men chuckled.

“You want me to stroke your cocks?” Riley asked with mock sincerity. “I’d be happy to. Of course, I’m sure you witnessed what I did to the Ubi, when he let me get my hands on his organ.”

The demons cringed as they pictured her lopping off their dicks.

Good. Keep your distance, you sick fuckers.

“I told you to stay in the bedroom. And you said the slug didn’t touch you,” Cyprian snarled.

Riley turned around slowly. Cyprian was livid. His eyes were narrowed, as he stared at the group menacingly. The muscle in his jaw was so tense that it stood out. A blood vessel in his neck pulsed rhythmically. For the first time since meeting Cyprian, he was scaring her.

Maybe I should’ve stayed in the bedroom. He might not want to kill me, but that doesn’t mean he’s above hitting a woman, Riley thought, as she warily eyed Cyprian.

“Watch your shaft. She grabbed the Ubi’s tongue and lopped it clean off,” a young man warned, as Cyprian wrapped his large hand around her arm.

“Is everything okay?” the male closest to Cyprian asked.

“I’ll let you know if it isn’t. See you in the morning, Vintor,” Cyprian snarled.

Riley had to hustle to keep up, as Cyprian tugged her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched his face, looking for any indication of what Cyprian planned to do to her. Riley couldn’t help but flinch when Cyprian abruptly spun her around, then lifted her onto the counter.

“I told you to stay in the bedroom. Don’t defy me again.” Cyprian’s deep, angry voice echoed in the small room, as he tugged off her boots.

Riley glared at Cyprian, her breath heaving out. He wasn’t the only one who was pissed.

“I’m sick and tired of being threatened,” Riley yelled at the bristling man. “This is such bullshit. You may think I’m your property, and that gives you the right to tell me what to do, but I don’t take orders well.”

Cyprian’s left brow rose, and his mouth pressed into a thin line, but Riley continued with her rant anyway.