Alien Slavers II: Breaking Brandi by Kaitlyn O'Connor

Author:Kaitlyn O'Connor [O'Connor, Kaitlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
Published: 2015-06-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

When she had been bathed the following morning, the priests dressed her in a deep blue gown. She glanced at Ulrick as he took the chain attached to her manacles, but there was no sign of the man who’d shown her gentleness the night before, kindness—empathy when he warned her that trying to fight was both useless and dangerous. Ulrick the hardened soldier/gladiator/slave looked back at her, his eyes filled with nothing beyond the cold detachment she’d grown accustomed to but heat and possessiveness.

Lust.

She swallowed with an effort, struggling with a sense of self-pity and hopelessness. The look should have heartened her, for it could only mean that she was right. She had made some progress with him. Ulrick, drawn by the pleasures of the flesh, was slowly but surely losing his iron control over himself.

Unfortunately, she’d begun to realize that Ulrich was as much in control of her as vice versa. He had only to look at her and her body responded with welcoming heat. His rough possession of her drove her into mindless bliss.

Moreover, she’d seen no more than a glimpse of what she believed to be the soul of a man inside. If she was, in truth, breaking through to him, why could she not see his gentle side more frequently? For longer periods of time?

Was she just imagining he had a softer side that she had some hope of appealing to?

When they had left the temple behind and set out across the plain once more, she remembered the words he had spoken to her the night before, the way he’d held her.

That hadn’t been imagination. It hadn’t been a dream.

She didn’t think.

Pushing aside her doubts, she considered the ‘warning’. After replaying each ‘session’ in her mind, she realized that she’d struggled every time she’d been handed over to the priests. Every single damned time, despite her own certainty that fighting them was a very bad idea.

She’d thought the binding and the attempts to screw her to death were part of the ritual, but it seemed that Ulrick had been warning her that it was her own actions that had precipitated the severity of her offering.

She hadn’t given willingly so they’d forced her to offer and punished her by prolonging her offering until she was about ready to expire from giving.

That was what it sounded like he was saying anyway.

And, possibly, that they might decide to torture her with pain rather than pleasure if she continued to fight them.

A cold, sickening dread invaded her at that thought.

She didn’t think she could handle hours of pain in the place of the hours of pleasure—not when she could barely endure the pleasure for that length of time, when it felt like they’d drained her almost to the point of separating her soul from her body!

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