Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“How long did you two fuck for?” Drako asks the question casually.
“Quiet,” Thor growls at him.
“Not long enough for your liking,” Drako says. “And now she doesn’t want you. Even after you saved her from a fate worse than death. Interesting, isn’t it. You must have really fucked up, Golden Boy.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll gag you,” Thor says.
My stomach growls. My patience is waning. The same instincts that make for a terrible dinner guest are exactly why humans are good at surviving in the wild, I discover.
“I’m going to eat,” I say. “If I die, I die.”
I grab one of the mushrooms and shove it into my mouth. It tastes like charred dirt, but it is food.
Thor gives me an irritated look. “There is a chain of command,” he says.
“No, there’s not. We crashed, and I wasn’t meant to be there anyway. Prisoners don’t follow chain of command.”
And that’s how I end up getting my bare ass spanked in front of Drako.
Thor grabs me and upends me over his lap, handling me like I don’t weigh anything at all. I am starting to get sick of being light as a feather to these massive meaty men and their somehow even bigger hands.
He yanks my pants down and starts to spank me.
“I am sorry you were handled harshly,” he says. “I was, anyway. Now I am not so sure there is any point in showing you mercy. He’s right that you’re feral. I don’t know how. You come from a good family. You have good siblings…”
All the while he is lecturing me, his hand is landing on my ass over and over, harsh slaps turning my skin bright red and super sensitive. I try not to cry out, not to react. I don’t want to give Thor the satisfaction of knowing this is getting to me. And I definitely don’t want Drako to enjoy any bit of this. I can’t believe Thor is doing it in front of him.
“Let me fucking go!”
“No. You’re mine. I don’t care if you weren’t on the crew manifest…”
“Oh, really? Because it seemed like you cared a whole fucking lot. Seemed like you were willing to have me beaten by the captain and sent to the fucking brig for the duration. And now you’re… let me fucking go!”
He doesn’t let me go. He slaps my ass even harder, until I shriek out in pain and fury.
“Say sorry,” he says.
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry for the disobedience,” he says. “I want you to do as you are told. I need you to follow orders. It’s the only way we are all going to get the hell out of here alive.”
“Get fucked,” I throw back over my shoulder.
“The branches from that tree over there lend themselves to a thorough thrashing,” Drako says casually. “As does my belt, if you’d care to take it off.”
“Shut up! Nobody is asking you!”
I hope Thor also tells him to be quiet. Maybe gags him. And blindfolds him.
“You should gag and blindfold him,” I say, playing exactly the same game Drako is playing, trying to use Thor to torture the other one. “He’s enjoying getting to see you do this to me.”
What Thor says next fucking floors me.
“Go over there and take his belt,” Thor says. “Then bring it to me. He’s right. You need to be taken properly in hand.”
“What the fuck? No! You go take it off if you want it so badly.”
Thor releases me and gives me a hard smack on the bare ass before I can drag my pants back up. I want to run into the forest and escape this domination, but I am too well aware of the dangers around me.
“You could untie me,” Drako suggests. “Then I could take off my own belt.”
“Why would I release you?” Thor says.
“Because you are going to anyway. You’ve already decided to keep me alive and I am more use to you when I am able to move. Having a disobedient female around is going to cause us both problems,” Drako says. “Untie me, brother. She knows to fear me.”
“And she will know to fear me too,” Thor replies. “Go and get his belt, little one, or I will untie him, and he will use it on you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
My eyes go wide, as I realize he’s actually serious.
“If you untie him, he won’t punish me. He’ll kill us both. Or he’ll kill you, then do a bunch of terrible things to me, or he’ll do them first, then…”
“She does have quite the imagination, doesn’t she,” Drako chuckles dryly.
“It’s not imagination. You wanted to torture someone to death.”
“Go and get his belt,” Thor repeats.
“You want me to touch him? You want me that close to him? What if he bites me and tears into my jugular with his bare teeth?”
“By the gods, girl,” Thor sighs. “You refuse to obey under any circumstances.”