Savage Chains: Shattered (Men in Chains #1.7)(3)
Author: Caris Roane

“Not wearing this outfit. Right now, I’m a dom and I call the shots.”

Again Sweet Dove’s power felt like a storm against Angelica’s body as she let Angelica feel that she could crush her with a thought. Yet she couldn’t back down.

When death didn’t follow and Sweet Dove didn’t lay a hand on her, Angelica turned toward the table. She threaded the flogger through one of the strips of leather on her thigh and passed by Sweet Dove toward the head of the table.

She reached down, ignoring the sickly odor, and slapped the wood platform, her gaze fixed on Reyes. “I want your head here, slave. Now. I’m going to chain you up and do things to you.”

Still in an aroused state, Reyes levitated while stretching out. He positioned himself on the table faceup.

Do you trust me?

Reyes closed his eyes. Implicitly. I couldn’t do this otherwise.

I know.

Angelica took one of the shackles. Sweet Dove had infused the metal with a preternatural charge. Only at this moment, feeling the unearthly power of the chains, did Angelica hesitate. Reyes could bust out of a regular iron shackle, but not one charged like this. If her plan to keep standing up to Sweet Dove didn’t work, she and Reyes really would be in serious trouble.

But she’d already made her decision. Taking the shackle in hand, she clamped it around Reyes’s wrist. He winced as the preternatural charge took hold. The length of the chain stretched his arm a few inches above the table and at a right angle to his body.

She moved swiftly around the platform and clamped the other shackle to his right wrist. His eyes were slits, but she could see he watched her. She could also feel his pain and even a low level of fear at being bound again.

More than the discomfort, however, she felt his desire. His c**k stood upright, and he tracked her as she crossed to the foot of the platform to shackle each ankle.

But once all four limbs were bound, Reyes arched his back and groaned. He was in pain.

She turned toward him, remembering how badly the charged shackles had hurt her once, the same night as the auction. Are you okay?

He held her gaze. I’m fine. Too many memories.

How bad is the pain?

Tolerable.

Sweet Dove intruded once more, approaching the table and stroking Reyes’s thigh.

Angelica watched Reyes’s eyes widen with horror and panic. She couldn’t let this continue, and on instinct she opened herself up to his power, letting it flood her this time. Suddenly, and much to her surprise, Angelica levitated across the table and in a swift motion pushed Sweet Dove away.

Her momentum caught Sweet Dove hard in the chest, and the woman flew backward, hitting the old stone wall, then falling on her ass to the floor. Angelica felt her own hair flying around her face, having come completely undone from the tight Grecian rolls she’d worn for the masked ball.

Her voice resonated with a strange vibration as she shouted at Sweet Dove. “You’re not to touch him!”

Sweet Dove levitated to her feet, her eyes blazing with rage. “How dare you, slave! I’ll do as I please.”

“No, you won’t.” Angelica had never felt like this in her life, full of power and a fire of her own. She stared down the monster that had hurt Reyes. “You wanted a sex performance and I’ll give you one, but only if you keep your hands off and let me have my way. And I swear that if you come near him again, I’ll tear every red hair from your head before I let you touch him, my existence be damned.”

Sweet Dove froze, her eyes wide. After several long seconds her shoulders finally relaxed and a lascivious expression overtook her face. “Well, aren’t you a surprise? I knew you had potential, that you had the capacity to take a lot of pain, but now I’m seeing something else. You could become like me.”

“I don’t give a f**k if I could become like the god of the underworld, I just want you to back off and let me do my thing. You told me to dominate this man, and that’s what I intend to do.” Once more she drew Reyes’s power into her and let it flow, so that her hair moved around her shoulders.

Sweet Dove finally lifted both hands in surrender. “Please, do whatever it is you wish to do. I won’t attempt to intervene again.”

Though she could hardly trust Sweet Dove to keep her word, Angelica nodded once firmly, then turned toward Reyes. Glancing down at his hips, she was astonished to find he was still fully aroused. She met his gaze. You liked this little standoff?

It’s you, Angelica. I’m hard for you.

A shiver of pure desire ran through Angelica. You’re hard for me?

Only for you.

She resisted smiling and instead withdrew the flogger from the strip of leather on her thigh. She slapped it against her hand. Will this hurt? I mean, how much of this can you take?

Bring it. I’ve had a thousand times worse. Slap me hard for effect. Trust me. I’m a vampire, remember?

Angelica knew that if she didn’t make this good, make it a real show, the bitch wouldn’t buy it. Forgive me, she sent. She lifted her arm and brought the flogger down hard once on his left pec, then his right.

Like a butterfly wing, Reyes responded. Can’t you do any better?

She met his gaze, wanting to know the truth, but his eyes were at half-mast and his c**k twitched. You’re enjoying this.

I’m enjoying you.

Another shiver traveled through her. She couldn’t believe her harmless attempt at flirtation all those weeks ago at the Ocean Club had led her here.

She forced herself to forget about Sweet Dove and instead to savor the body she’d come to know so thoroughly over the past week.

For the next several minutes Angelica used the flogger on Reyes, slapping his arms and chest, building a rhythm into the calculated series of strikes. His body reddened, but the whole time Reyes writhed and his arousal stiffened.

She stroked his c**k with the flogger and watched the tip weep, then she went to work on his legs.

By the time she reached his feet most of his body had a red hue, but he writhed and was breathing hard, his eyes closed. She had no doubt he was in a profound state of arousal.

She secured the flogger once more between strips of leather, then moved to the side of the platform. She dragged a finger up his body, digging in slightly with her fingernail, and took a long moment to look at him. She slid her palm over the muscular contours of his arms, his pecs, his chest.

She leaned close and kissed him on the lips, then sucked his ni**les in turn. Her body was already heated up; still she took her time to explore him with her lips and tongue. She started biting him hard, which caused grunts to leave his throat. She came close many times to drawing blood, but he kept encouraging her to make a show of it.