"Enjoyed the royals, huh?"
Malkan threw Eli in the middle of the room. Eli landed on her right rib, wincing from the pain. The mage may have removed her wounds, but the pain in her ribs was still fresh.
Malkan headed for the bathtub in the right corner of the room and lifted the half-full water barrel by the tub with a roar. He spewed all the water into the tub, causing the water to hit the tub walls and splash everywhere.
"Malkan...y...you know I...I had no... choice." Eli was stammering.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, and don't say my name with that filthy mouth of yours until I let you."
Eli swallowed. He was mad. Really mad.
Arguing was pointless.
"Take off your clothes." Eli wouldn't be surprised if steam came out of his ears.
"Malkan..."
He scurried to Eli and slapped her hard. Blood rushed to Eli's face. The slap was more humiliating than painful. He points his jeweled finger at Eli. "What... did I... tell you?"
His face was bright red, and one of his forehead veins popped out. He was clenching his jaws, and his eyes bulged from their sockets.
"Did you not hear, or are you dumb? I said take off your clothes." He said with his teeth clenched.
Eli got up, removed her top, and threw it in a corner. Then kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pants.
She tried her best to hide her shivering from Malkan as she stood naked in the middle of the room.
He pointed to the tub. "Go and wipe the royalty imprints off of you."
Arguing was pointless.
Eli headed to the tub and sank into it silently, self-conscious about the fact that Malkan could see the burn marks on her ankle and start a fight about that too. The water was cold, and a shiver ran down her spine as she settled inside. The tub was half full, and the water rose to meet Eli as she sat, her knees bent.
Malkan towered over her, staring down. He wore a leather jacket and black pants and had not yet removed his silver rings.
It was bad news.
The only sound in the room for a few seconds was Malkan's heavy breathing and water lapsing to the tub walls.
When Malkan raised one of his brows, Eli swallowed, lowered her head, and splashed the water on her face.
Malkan leaped forward and clutched Eli's throat. "Open up," He ordered.
Eli opened her mouth hesitantly. Malkan spat in her mouth. "Swallow."
Eli closed her mouth, pressing her lips together. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she fought them back.
"You dirty little whore. Who gave you permission to enjoy the royal cunt?" he said with his jaws clenched.
His fingers closed around her windpipe, just like what the freaking mage did to her last night. It was more painful because maybe the mage had made the bruises on her neck disappear, but it was still wounded beneath the skin.
"Talk!" He barked.
"No one..."
"Then why did you think it was a good idea to throw yourself a fuck party?"
"Please...I didn't..." She didn't want to cry. Not in front of him. Tears would only make him more infuriated.
"Which one did you enjoy the most? The knight's fingers or the royal pussy?"
Eli opened her mouth to speak but didn't say anything. There was no correct answer to that question.
Malkan tightened his fingers around her throat and thrust Eli down. Before Eli could react, she was under the water, her head pressing the bottom of the tub. The water immediately filled Eli's ears and eyes, entering her mouth and nose. Malkan's fingers around her neck held her tightly. Eli grabbed Malkan's wrist, trying to free herself from his grasp, her feet pedaling aimlessly, splashing the water everywhere. She screamed under the water and struggled, but Malkan was too pissed to care.
When Eli thought Malkan was mad enough to drown her just to prove a point, he pulled Eli out and released her.
Eli coughed loudly, water coming out of her mouth and nose. She struggled to breathe, but the water filled her airway. Her nose was burning, and tears spilled down her already wet face.
Malkan straightened, putting his hands on his waist. He was still angry.
"Malkan..." Eli said, her voice hoarse.
"Now wash yourself."
Eli closed her eyes. At least now she was allowed to call him by his name.
"I don't have all night, Eli." He was getting impatient again.
Eli took a shaking breath, making her cough again, and her hands slid between her legs under the water.
She spread her legs a little and turned to face Malkan. Her fingers skate over her wet slit and dip a fingertip inside her.
"Who told you to enjoy this?"
Malkan leaped forward, and the second slap landed on Eli's face before she knew it.
This one hurt, and Eli's ears whistled for a few seconds. The terror kicks up in the base of her stomach, crawling like a centipede up. She could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears.
Malkan put one booted foot in the tub and grabbed Eli's jaws; his fingers dug into her skin.
Malkan's other hand went down and hooked two fingers into Eli, up to his knuckles, holding her tight.
"You enjoyed the knight's fingers, didn't you?" His eyes searched Eli's face for an answer. "Did you like it when he was gentle? Or when he was finger fucking you like the little whore you are?"
His fingers moved inside of her. "Did he touch you here? Just where you like it?" The tip of his fingers was nudging that one spot inside Eli, demanding to bring out the new memories of the knight's fingers. Eli's lips parted unconsciously. Malkan was definitely watching the royal soldier as he worked up on Eli's slit. Eli sensed the familiar heat between her groins.
She tried to close her legs, pressing her thighs together to suppress the unwanted sensation Malkan was creating in her, but his hand cupped her, owning her. Just like he always has.
Malkan's grip on Eli's jaws tightened as she closed her eyes. "Look at me!"
Eli opened her eyes and stared at him through her lashes. She was half conscious. She couldn't think of anything else but Malkan's fingers inside of her.
"You're not allowed to fuck anyone until I let you, you understand?"
"Yes," Eli's voice was as strong as a whisper.
He slid his fingers back out slowly, making Eli gasp slightly.
"You're not allowed to enjoy anyone until I let you." His fingers skated inside so unhurriedly that it took Eli's sanity away.
"Yes," her voice was stronger this time, begging him to continue.
"And you're not allowed to come until I let you."
Malkan's smirked, and before Eli could move, he shoved his hand in hard again, rocking Eli back against the tub. The water splashed everywhere as his fingers fucked Eli brutally, forcing loud moans out of Eli's throat.
Eli clutched the tub's edges with her hands, almost screaming. She tried to buck, but Malkan cupped her chin tightly.
The anticipation of the orgasm sent a shiver down Eli's spine, arching her back, baring more of herself to him. She drank the sight of him as the burning heat between Eli's legs nearly consumed her. She was throbbing. Malkan knew how to invoke the orgasm out of her. She was so close. There was a pulsing need between her thighs, inside her, urging to be released.
"Beg for it."
"Malkan, please..."
And just before she could reach orgasm, he drew his fingers out. Eli's breath stuck in her throat. Her body was screaming at the loss of Malkan's touch. She was so close. So close. And yet...she was left undone.
She shut her eyes hard, fighting the urge to shriek.
But she didn't scream. She kept her mouth shut and accepted her faith. The first thing Eli learned about Malkan was that arguing was pointless. And she had to learn it the hard way.
When she opened her eyes, her breathing was still ragged. Malkan was standing. He was also panting, his nostrils flaring. Eli knew him enough to know he was hungry. Disciplining Eli affected him too.
"Get up." His voice was calm.
Eli swallows hard. Apparently, the punishment was over. She grabbed the edge of the tub and pulled herself up. Her knees were weak, and her body was shaking. She felt spent already.
When she finally had the strength to stand, she looked up at Malkan.
"You're not allowed to come until I let you. Forgetting already?" He was no longer angry, but his face was still grim.
"No," even her voice was weak. She was so tired.
"Get out."
Eli obeyed. She swayed a little as she got out of the tub, water dripping from her body on the wooden floor. Eli was so close to Malkan that she could feel his radiating heat. But he made no move to touch her as she looked up at him.
"Go to bed." Malkan pointed with his head, not taking his eyes off Eli.
Eli's wet feet were smacking on the floor as she headed to the other side of the room. She stood over the four-poster bed, waiting for the next order. The room was cold enough to make her shiver, pebbling her nipples. Her body was still throbbing slightly.
"Bend over, face on the bed."
She leaned over and hugged the warm, soft bed. The touch was so welcoming that she moaned slightly.
Eli heard Malkan's steps as he sauntered to stand behind Eli.
"Spread your legs."
Eli could feel Malkan's peckish stare down on her body. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. She parted her legs, raising her toes, giving Malkan a front seat ticket of her ass.
"Open yourself for me."
She grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands, outstretching them to give him a good look.
Malkan did not move. Eli couldn't see him. All she could see with half her face buried in the bed sheets was the night sky through the open windows. The city was silent, except for the occasional sound of horses dragging carriages in the streets. The anticipation of what he wanted to do next with Eli made her wet almost immediately again.
"You're a filthy little whore, aren't you?"
When Eli didn't respond, Malkan ran a finger on her opening. Eli jolted.
"Don't move."
His finger slid down, teasing the top of her opening. A moan escaped Eli's mouth.
"What do you want?"
"You." Her voice was muffled on the bed sheets.
"You have to be more specific." His fingers pinched that one spot on Eli, making her toes curl. His fingers were still slick from Eli's juice.
"I want your dick buried inside of me."
Eli heard Malkan's soft chuckle. "And why should I do that?"
He was making small circles with only one finger, torturing Eli again, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Because I beg you."
Eli was helpless. After spending one week on cold hard dirt in the woods, fighting the mage's freak army, being tortured by the mage and his royal enemies as they extracted data and pleasure from her, and then getting punished by Malkan, an orgasm was all she wanted.
Malkan's finger left Eli, leaving her aching for more.
To Eli's relief, she heard him unbuckling his belt, following the soft rustle of his clothes as he unbuttoned his pants.
She felt the tip of his erection on her entrance. Gods knew she missed him.
"Who owns you, Eli?"
It wasn't his question that caught Eli off guard, but his soft tone.
Eli wet her lips, "You do," She whispered.
Malkan slammed into her brutally. The air stuck in Eli's throat. Malkan did not stop at Eli's gasp. He thrust into her on and on, keeping a relentless rhythm.
Eli shut her eyes, focusing on the pleasure building up inside of her. She kept her butt cheeks open for him as he ponds on, his balls slamming at the top of Eli's sex, making her quiver with each thrust.
Malkan may have hosted many sex parties, offered Eli to many people, and shared her with other gang members. Still, only he truly knew how to pleasure Eli in a way that no one else could. He knew he was the one and had used that against Eli for years.
Eli moaned loudly. She was close again. A sheen of sweat coated her already wet back. She could hear her heart thumping inside of her as she rose on her toes to meet Malkan's cock inside of her. His erection was the only connection he had with her.
"You're mine, Eli. You understand?" His voice was raw.
"Yes," Eli said, panting.
"Say it."
Eli's so close. She can't hold herself this time.
"Say it," Malkan said with his jaws locked.
"I'm yours."
Orgasm shattered Eli into millions of pieces just seconds before Malkan emptied himself inside her with a groan and collapsed on her, panting.