Tabitha Bradley: Enticed

"No!"

Samuel slapped her and she glared at him. "It might interest you to know, my dear, that your so-called 'beloved', the Director, has recognized VonTesmar as the victor in this Clan war. Adelar blood is mine."

Nika shook her head. "No…" she whispered, "no … let Nolan go, Samuel."

Samuel looked at her a moment. She was on her knees again, this time because he had her hair and face and she had little choice but to rise up where he pulled her.

She smelled strongly and enticingly of sweet feminine musk and the thick warmth of cinnamon, touched with a hint of leather. Her dark gray eyes were misty and her lashes were wet. Her soft lips were an angry red from her constant worrying at them with her teeth, her cheeks were pink and the lush curves of her delicately trembling body were damp with sweat. Her nipples were hard and tight, reddened from the abuse they'd been taking over the last hour and the sensations that were relentlessly tearing through her no matter how hard she tried to suppress and deny them.

"Let Nolan go?" he said a bit incredulously.

"Yes, Samuel," she breathed, chewing her slightly swollen lip again, "please."

He snorted. "And what? You've got nothing to bargain with."

She shifted uncomfortably. "I know," she breathed, "please. If for no other reason than the fact that you've defeated him. Let him go and I swear, I'll never fight you again. You can do whatever you want with me, I won't argue."

Samuel raised an eyebrow and Gerik gave a snort of disbelief, standing once again in his alcove, with a new cigar, blowing rings of smoke.

Nika closed her eyes.

"I can have that regardless of whether I release your cousin or not."

She went very still and Samuel caught the slight slump of her shoulders before she opened her eyes and looked up at him. She swallowed hard. "Please, Samuel,"

she breathed, "please."

He smiled. It felt very good to hear her begging like this. She'd never done it before, even when he'd had her, bound and helpless, while he whipped her. While he took out the incredible frustration of not being able to have her this way, naked, hot and wet and completely at his mercy, for the four long years he'd had to suffer without the Glass.

It pulsed, searingly hot by now, throbbing with a beat that his own heart had long synched with, its ancient, dark power suffusing him.

Enough of this game, Samuel … take her now !

She shivered in front of him. "Please, Samuel," she whispered, reaching out to put her shaking hand on his thigh. The heat of her fingers burned his skin and he hissed, his body reacting to that simple touch with a power that nearly drove all sensible thought out of his head. He leaned towards her, pulling her towards him and she gasped sharply at the pain. Her eyes widened at the look in his eyes and she wet her lips in an innocent, yet nearly insanity-inducing gesture. "Please!"

Electricity shot through him at that and he yanked her up, throwing her on the sofa with a snarl. "Perhaps," he growled, "if you satisfy me, I'll consider it."

Nika stared at him, fear and desire fighting for control of her body. "Samuel…"

He grabbed her right leg, pulled it up and slid heavily between them, lifting her hips from the cushions of the sofa and spreading her wide. She gasped again at the harsh tightness of his fingers around her calf, the weight of his body against her leg as he held it tight against him and bore down. She moaned, his solid, hard length pressing painfully against her swollen softness and she winced as her hips jerked against his instinctively.

She may be untrained, she may have been Gaston's whore, but she's mine now…

And it's been long enough…

He reached down, unlacing the fastenings to his pants, not even bothering to strip down the rest of the way. He was in too great a hurry and she really didn't deserve it right now, he thought. She gasped as he released his cock, directing it at her vulnerable, damp rosy pussy and rubbed it in the fresh, slick wetness that was trickling out of her, sending her into a paroxysm of gasps and shudders. "Oh…"

she moaned, "oh … more please! Samuel … please!"

He chuckled, looking down at her. "Slut."

"Yes," Nika breathed, squirming, "yes, I am, but please, just a little more… I'm so close now … it hurts…"

He snorted. "You don't deserve to come again, you little whore," he said, prodding the quivering entrance to her body with the thick, hard head of his cock.

She stiffened. "I'm not interested in your pleasure right now, pet. You're going to give me what I want and you can take care of your own needs later."

Nika looked at him, her eyes focusing on his clothing and sliding down to the thick, hot, velvety member Samuel was teasing her with. She licked her lips absently as she looked at him. He was a dark, almost burgundy color, smooth and hard and glistening with a mixture of his moisture and her own juices. Samuel chuckled as he watched her reaction to him. He was thick, very thick and a good, solid length, which made him even more firm. She shivered, swallowing hard.

"Samuel," she breathed, her body flush with heat and trembling as he prodded her again, "oh please, fuck me."

He snorted softly. "Please?"

"Yes," Nika groaned, "please … now! Hard and fast and now! Please!"

He slid into her and she stiffened. He groaned softly and long as he felt her body adjust around his girth, clinging wetly to him. He pushed harder and her muscles twitched, a soft, low rippling of the soft, hot body around him making him look up, into her face. She whimpered softly, her lips falling open in a gasp.

Tears threatened the corners of her eyes.

He bucked his hips back, pulling nearly out of her and she groaned, squirming.

Her hips trembled and his fingers tightened around the leg he held against his left shoulder. Then he slammed into her and began to pound, hard and fast, grunting.

She groaned loudly, squirming, trying to thrust back against him. He growled as he went faster, her body shuddering under the impact, her breasts shaking, her gasps becoming harsher and more guttural.

He felt a strange, invasive heat growing deep within him as he sped up his thrusts, the power of his own driving need building, the sensation of her slick, wet, hot, tight body making it nearly impossible to think clearly. A dark, ancient and incredibly powerful presence filled his brain, taking command of his body, driving him to move harder, faster. She was screaming now, he realized dimly, and his leg muscles were hurting with the power of his hammering thrusts. She writhed under him, his fingers digging into the flesh of her calf. Her smooth, muscular sheath was spasming against his cock, squeezing him with each sharp spasm. He growled deep in his throat, his gaze fixing and locking on her wild, storm-tossed eyes, holding them as he felt her body stiffen in yet another orgasm.

She cried, gasping, tears streaming down her face, her body shuddering under his assault.

"Yes, Samuel!" she breathed roughly "oh, yes! Yes!"

He frowned vaguely. Something didn't sound right. His name wasn't Samuel…

'Alastria, you little slut… I'll burn him out of your memory … you'll never look at him again … he will die for this insult to me… You're mine, never forget that!'

She squirmed under him, eyes streaming, fear radiating from them as he fucked her, her gown in shreds, her arms tied to the frame of her own bed with strips tornfrom her skirt. 'Yes Master,' she moaned, 'I'm sorry … it was my fault, not his…

please, my beloved … don't hurt him…'

He snarled and backhanded her. 'Quiet!'

Her soft whimpering sent sharp spirals of malicious pleasure through him.