His to Take (Mastering Melody Book 2) Read online

  I rarely prayed in my life, but I did with a silent plea that my breastfeeding would keep that chance away for a while since being protected from that outcome didn’t appear to be a concern of Rohan or his father at all.

  Rohan kissed Tiaan’s forehead, placed him in the makeshift bassinet beside the bed, and then finished undressing before climbing into the bed.

  After being cleared by the doctor earlier today, I expected Rohan would want to have sex tonight, and his mischievous smile coupled with covering my body with his confirmed his intentions.

  He hovered over me, using one arm to hold his body up, while he slid his free hand from my shoulder to my chest, pausing to cup the fuller breast and grunt with approval before moving it to my stomach, and then between my spread legs.

  I missed sex with him. He always made me feel good and considering how little of my life was enjoyable, having this was better than the life I would’ve had if he hadn’t chosen me for himself.

  I loved him for it. I shouldn’t, but he protected me and treated me well and the way he looked at our son? Pure love and deep affection. Sometimes I thought he loved me too because it seemed like he looked at me that way, yet I wouldn’t know for sure since he couldn’t say it and probably had no idea how to show me.

  He stroked his fingers up and down a couple times, before slipping one and then two of them inside me, instantly curling them up to please me. Lifting my hips into his touch, I sighed with pleasure while he grunted again, moving his fingers inside me in a harder, faster rhythm. And then, he surprised me by leaning down and nipping at my mouth with his teeth, running his tongue along my lips until I opened it. His thumb found my clit as his tongue swept inside my mouth, my toes curled and my body shook with an orgasm seconds later, and his mouth stayed on mine even as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

  Bringing all his weight down on me, he surrounded me, taking from me in any way he could, sliding his hand into my hair and fisting it while slamming into me over and over again. Claiming me once more with me unable to object or escape his savage intensity, but while he was rough, it didn’t compare to any other time we had sex before.

  Even though there weren’t any words exchanged, I knew he reasserted his dominance over me, making sure I knew my place as his, but he was making love to me as well.

  He never kept his mouth on mine; he rarely kissed me at all. But tonight he claimed every cry, every whimper I made and shared his own sounds of utter gratification with me.

  As my pussy clenched around his cock in another orgasm, he gave a final shove and pulsed deep inside me, and then took me with him as he rolled over onto his back.

  Exhausted, I pressed a kiss to his neck and gave into my desire to tell him how I felt, whispering against his skin, “I love you.”

  I liked to think he understood me because his arms tightened around my body as he kissed the top of my head, then reached down with one hand to grab the blankets, and pulled them up to cover us before sighing.

  Drifting off to sleep in his arms for the first time gave me a sense of security and although I knew better than to trust it, I did anyway because I was tired of worrying all the time.

  I gave in and embraced happiness for as long as it would last.

  6

  The day Tiaan turned six months old became one I would never forget.

  After Rohan had left in his riding clothes, I fed Tiaan and played with him for a bit before laying him down for his first nap.

  Grabbing a clean dress one he was asleep, I headed to the bathroom to shower, leaving both doors cracked so I could hear him if he woke up and cried.

  I was in the middle of washing off my body when the door to the shower opened, but instead of Rohan stepping inside, it was one of his brothers.

  Frans, I thought his name was, yet I couldn’t be sure because I rarely heard them refer to each other by name at meals. We stared at each other as he closed the door, and even though it was stupid to hope he wasn’t there to fuck me, I still hoped he wouldn’t go through with it.

  I waited for him to speak, clutching the rag in front of my crotch like that would stop him while the water rushed loudly over me, and my ears pounded in fear alongside my heart.

  He smiled at me finally, grabbing the washcloth out of my hands and letting it drop to the ground while he spoke softly to me for the first time…all in accented yet perfect English. “You’re a slave. One Rohan has had to himself long enough. Turn around and hold onto the bar and don’t make a sound. If you do, you will not like what I do next. You get me?”

  I thought about screaming, about trying to do something to escape, but he blocked the only way out…and he wasn’t wrong. I was a slave and nobody would come for me if I yelled for help, plus I bet his siblings were helping with this. I knew his father was out with Rohan because they had left together, and this was going to happen even though I had no doubt this man knew Rohan considered me off limits to others.

  He wasn’t here to stop his brother, though, and my eyes filled with tears I couldn’t hold back as I gave the expected answer, “Yes, sir,” before doing as he told me to.

  “Good girl, but no need to cry.” He ran his hand down my slick back while I gripped the bar tightly. “And no reason to. I know you enjoy fucking my retarded brother, so there’s no doubt you will have fun with me.”

  I hated him, gritting my teeth at him calling his brother that name, and couldn’t stop my flinch as his hands clasped my ass with too much force. When his thumb was pressed against the back hole while his fingers played with my pussy, he laughed as I fruitlessly tried to escape his touch, and smacked one cheek hard enough I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

  Of course he took my muted moan as a sign of pleasure, his voice growing husky as he said, “You like that, hmm? Push back against my finger. Beg for it with your ass, slut.”

  I tried to relax, fighting the instinct to tighten up while moving back against him, only to end up unable to hold back sobs at him using my wetness to prep me for his entrance there.

  “Shut up,” he hissed even as replaced his thumb with his thick cock, which felt bigger than Rohan’s, and the tip pushed and repeatedly withdrew as he began to invade my ass. Once he was all the way to the hilt, he held still, and one of his hand cupped a breast while the other remained playing with my pussy. “What do you think, hm? Do you like my cock?”

  I forced myself to choke out an answer through my tear-clogged throat, pain radiating through my body from his invasion. “Yes, sir.”

  He played, moving his hand as if he knew my body well, making it sing with pleasure against my will, and when I needed to come, he said, “Beg me to come, bitch. Beg to come with me deep in your ass.”

  “Please,” I pleaded through sobs I couldn’t hold back any longer, feeling shame for having this happen, for knowing without a doubt that this wouldn’t be the last time. “Please let me come with your cock in my ass, sir.”

  He pinched my clit in response, setting off my orgasm and making me cry out with it. Releasing a dark chuckle, he grabbed both my hips and began fucking me with hard measured thrusts meant to hurt me as much as possible. It worked, every nerve ending singing with agony, my whole body in discomfort, and by the end, I couldn’t contain my scream at his final plunge as he finished the job with the salty sting of his release.

  Pulling out, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to the point I became afraid he would snap my neck, hissing into my face with his own contorted in rage. “Say a word about this and I’ll smother the child at first chance. Got it?”

  I whimpered, the ruthlessness of his words and the gleam in his eyes convincing me he meant business, and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

  He let go and left without another word, leaving me to slide down to the floor of the shower, where I wept into my hands and wondered what the hell I should do now.

  * * *

  I hid my discomfort from Rohan the rest of the day and that night by making it clear I didn’t fe
el well. No reason to disbelieve me and although I was tender the next evening, I managed to make it through sex without him catching on to my pain.

  When a few more weeks passed without incident, I didn’t feel safe but figured he had his fun showing me he could take me if he wanted, and tried to keep things as normal as possible.

  However, one night at dinner, things took a complete turn for the worst.

  The whole family had just begun to eat when his father began turning colors and making odd noises. Rohan hurried over, the rest of the kids standing up and watching, and although I stood up, I didn’t know what to do. My eyes were wide with horror at realizing he couldn’t be helped, and when I looked over at Frans, he had the evilest smirk on his face giving away the fact he’d done this.

  Everything happened fast after that, his father hitting the floor clutching his throat, and two guards appeared out of nowhere to restrain Rohan, who tried unsuccessfully to free himself. I attempted to run, scooping up Tiaan from where he sat on the floor and headed for the door, only for two guards to stop me while Rohan’s siblings laughed behind me.

  I saw Frans speak to Rohan while the guards led me his way, Tiaan starting to fuss in my arms, and he snapped at one of them when we reached his side. I didn’t know what he said until the guard tried to take Tiaan away from me, at which point we both started screaming, and the moment the guard managed to snatch him out of my hold, Frans backhanded me across the face.

  Rohan growled, struggling to get free from their hold, and the horror on his face when his brother bent me over the table after removing my dress was something I would never be able to forget. Nor was the sound of my son's cries getting further and further away, terror filling me at wondering what Frans had planned for our baby.

  He wrenched my arms behind my back, holding my wrists together near my lower back as he said things I couldn’t understand, and eventually tied them back there with what felt like rope. Then, it was around my neck, and when it was all done, I couldn’t move my arms without choking my own neck, and began to cry at the sound of him rustling with his own clothing from behind me.

  A hand pushed my head down against the hard surface of the table while the tip of Frans’ cock hovered at the entrance to my pussy, and that’s when he leaned over, switched to English, and whispered in my ear, “Want to know what happens next?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, yanking my head up by the hair while shoving himself into me, and they hauled Rohan to his feet as I sobbed, unprepared for his entry into my body. Rohan’s eyes never left mine as they made him watch, howling in protest in the only way he can, as Frans continued whatever he had to say.

  “He and that brat of yours will be living outside this house. Killing my father was unavoidable, but in general, I try to avoid going to such lengths. They can keep each other company while you give me a child instead. After that, you will be sold to the highest bidder. A new breeder, I suspect, although I don’t give a fuck what they want you for as long as you’re gone from here. Until then, you will service the three of us after your new pregnancy is confirmed.”

  Shoving me back down on the table, he fucked hard, holding onto my wrists as he did it, and leaving me forcing myself not to move a bit to avoid being choked. I slammed my eyes shut, unable to watch Rohan witness this, and hoped this show would end soon.

  But my suppressed grief and shame grew when Frans groaned as he finished, smacked my ass after pulling out, and said with palpable glee, “I promised my brothers a taste before sending you to medical.”

  The tip of a cock at the entrance to my ass, another shoved in my face after one of the sisters cold hands turned it to the side, and my screams from the rough fucking of my ass were muffled by the other cock gagging me.

  Both men enjoyed my body, their mutual moans accompanied by groping, yet it was the talking and laughter of Frans and his sisters above me that were the worst. All three continued to touch me, laughing and saying things I knew were meant to hurt Rohan as much as possible before they got rid of him, and at that moment I wondered if saying something about what Frans had done might’ve made things turn out differently.

  However, it didn’t matter any longer. The cock in my mouth pulsed, my head held in place so all the come shot down my throat, and cut off all my air while the final thrust of the cock in my ass filled me. The bruising grip on my hips held me still although I thrashed around in an attempt to get free in order to breathe.

  They both pulled away at the same time a needle was inserted into the side of my neck, and the world grew blurry as Frans pulled me into a standing position so I could watch Rohan being dragged away.

  “Now that’s the kind of fun a slave actually enjoys,” Frans murmured in my ear, running his hand down the side of my neck while a sweet, pleasing sensation took over my whole body, making me feel as if I were floating as Rohan disappeared from sight. “More fun like that will be waiting for you upon your return.”

  He let go, the floor rushing up to meet me when my legs gave out beneath me, but someone caught me as sleep beckoned.

  “Take her to medical.”

  Frans final words echoed in my ears as consciousness slipped away and I felt nothing at all, other than keeping a small hope that I didn’t wake back up again.

  To be continued…

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  Talia Zane is an author of dark erotica tales and His to Take is the second novella in a series involving Melody, following His to Use.

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