Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Ah,” Delacroix said. “Well, Marcus, I suppose you’ve been with me long enough that I can let you in on the more… existential side of our struggle. Remind me to do that after I’ve killed Sophia here.”
“Of course, Monsieur,” Marcus said.
But… my brain protested. But I told you… You can’t let him… you… Marcus… miles… master…
“Please?” I whispered.
“Did you hear that?” Delacroix asked. “She needs it very badly, doesn’t she? And I have to confess that all this has made me need to deflower that sweet, tight, little cunt quite badly myself.”
My heart pounded as I heard Delacroix’s words, the full horror of my situation crashing over me. I had failed utterly—failed my mission, failed Marcus, failed myself. And now Delacroix was going to rape me and kill me, while the man I loved stood by helplessly.
“No,” I whimpered, tugging uselessly at my bonds. “Please, no.”
“Shh,” Delacroix soothed mockingly. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise. And who knows? Perhaps if you’re an especially good fuck and your cunt is as tight as I’m hoping, I’ll keep you alive for a day or two so I can keep fucking it for a while.”
I heard the rustle of fabric as he began to undress. Panic clawed at my throat. This couldn’t be happening. Where was Marcus? Why wasn’t he doing anything?
I sensed Delacroix standing there, menacingly, behind me. I had seen his cruel grin often enough, as he took my mouth, to picture it with gut-wrenching vividness. I felt my owner’s right hand on my shoulder, squeezing so hard I cried out.
I felt the head of his cock, there where, despite the mind-robbing fear, I couldn’t help my body’s submission.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the inevitable violation. But before Delacroix could thrust himself inside me, I heard a sudden commotion behind me. There was a grunt, the sound of a brief struggle, and then a sickening crack.
My eyes flew open in shock. I twisted my head around as far as I could, straining to see what had happened.
Marcus stood there, his face a mask of cold fury. At his feet lay Delacroix’s crumpled form, his head twisted at an unnatural angle.
“Marcus?” I whispered, hardly daring to believe what I was seeing.
His eyes met mine, softening slightly. “It’s over, Sophia,” he said quietly. “You’re safe now.”
Relief crashed over me like a wave, leaving me weak and trembling. “You… you killed him,” I managed to say.
Marcus nodded grimly. “I had no choice. He knew too much.” He moved swiftly to untie me, his touch gentle as he freed my abraded wrists and ankles.
As the ropes fell away, I collapsed against him, overwhelmed by the sudden release of tension. His strong arms encircled me, holding me steady.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t…”
“Shh,” he soothed, stroking my hair. “It’s alright. You did well, Sophia. Bene, columba.”
CHAPTER 19
Sophia
I clung to Marcus, my body still trembling from the shock of what had just transpired. His strong arms held me close, grounding me as my mind reeled.
“We need to move quickly,” Marcus murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “Delacroix’s guards will be suspicious if they don’t hear from him soon.”
I nodded weakly against his chest, trying to gather my wits. “What… what do we do?”
Marcus gently pulled back, his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. “I’ve already signaled the Guard with my emergency beacon, but it will take them hours to get here. We need a distraction to keep the guards from realizing something’s wrong.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. “How long do we have?”
“Not long,” Marcus replied grimly. “Delacroix told them he was leaving early in the morning for a meeting in Legeria City. If we don’t come up with something soon, they’ll start asking questions.”
My mind raced, considering and discarding options. “Could we… could we pretend to be Delacroix? Send the guards a message?”
Marcus shook his head. “Too risky. Jacques, my second in command, would almost certainly want to confirm any change of plans with Delacroix himself. Monsieur has been playing him and me against each other for months.”
I bit my lip, an idea forming. It was dangerous, terribly humiliating, but… “What if… what if you told them Delacroix had given me to them for the night?”
Marcus’ eyes widened slightly. “Sophia…”
“No, listen,” I pressed on, my voice gaining strength. “You could tell them I’ve been naughty, that Delacroix is punishing me by letting the guards… use me.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but I forced myself to continue. “You could say he wants them to be rough with me, to teach me a lesson. That would keep them distracted until the Guard arrives.”
Marcus’ jaw clenched, his eyes stormy. “I don’t like it. It’s too dangerous. If they hurt you…”