Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King's Slave Island Chapter 132

Natasha's POV

"So tight," he muttered against my breast, his finger pushing deeper, stretching me, forcing my body to accommodate him. "Have you been fucked before, little girl? Or are you still a virgin? Is this sweet little cunt still untouched?"

I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything except sob and twist beneath him as he violated me with his finger while continuing to suck milk from my breasts. The dual sensations were overwhelming, my mind fragmenting under the assault, unable to process the conflicting signals my body was sending.

He added a second finger, stretching me wider, and I screamed again, the pain intensifying. He was being deliberately rough, deliberately cruel, taking pleasure in my suffering as much as in my body.

Then I heard voices in the distance—multiple voices, calling out, searching.

Victoria.

They were looking for me. I'd missed my scheduled time with Mordred, and they'd come searching.

Hope flared in my chest like a candle in the darkness, and I opened my mouth to scream, to call out for help—

Brennan's hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off the sound before it could form, his palm pressing hard enough to bruise. "You dare try," he hissed in my ear, his fingers still buried inside me, curling cruelly. "I'll kill you before she gets here. I'll snap your pretty little neck and leave your body for the rats. Who's looking for you?"

I couldn't speak with his hand over my mouth, could only stare at him with wide, terrified eyes, tears streaming down my face.

"Tell me," he demanded, removing his hand slightly, just enough for me to speak.

"I—I'm supposed to be with the King," I gasped out, the words tumbling over each other in my desperation. "With Mordred. I'm assigned to him now, to help calm him, to keep him stable. If I don't show up, everyone will come looking—the lords, the guards, everyone. They'll search everywhere."

His eyes widened with genuine shock, his fingers stilling inside me. "You're the one they assigned to the Beast? The human boy who's been calming him? The one everyone's been talking about?"

I nodded frantically, seizing on this advantage. "Yes, and if I don't get there soon, there will be trouble. Big trouble. Everyone will be searching for me, tearing the citadel apart. They'll check every room, every building, every corner. You'll be found."

"Fuck." He pulled his fingers out of me abruptly, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness, at the burning sensation his rough treatment had left behind. "Fine. Get dressed and get out of here. But I expect to see you here tomorrow night, same time, same place. Understand? If you don't show, I tell everyone your secret. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll deny it all and make your sister pay. No one will believe you. Even if they did, I'd find a way out of it—I always do. And after you're gone, after they've executed you for your deception, your pretty sister becomes my next target. I'll make her suffer in ways you can't imagine. I'll break her, piece by piece, until there's nothing left."

"Yes," I whispered, my hands shaking as I reached for the bindings, my fingers barely able to grasp the cloth. "I understand. I'll come. I promise."

I wrapped my breasts as quickly as my trembling fingers would allow, ignoring the way the fabric chafed against my sensitive, milk-dampened skin, ignoring the way it stuck to the wetness. Then I pulled on my undergarments and trousers with shaking hands, my tunic, trying to make myself presentable even though I felt utterly destroyed, utterly violated.

When I was dressed, I stumbled toward the door on shaking legs, my body aching, my mind reeling. Brennan had already slipped out through a back exit, disappearing into the pre-dawn darkness like the coward he was.

I emerged from the storage building to find the courtyard empty, but I could hear voices in the distance, growing closer. I forced myself to walk, to move toward the citadel entrance, to act as though nothing had happened.

Victoria appeared around the corner with two guards, her expression tight with worry that shifted to relief when she saw me.

"There you are! We've been searching everywhere—the King's den, your quarters, the kitchens. Where have you been?" Her eyes scanned my face, taking in my disheveled appearance, the split lip, the bruise forming on my cheek. "What happened to you?"

"I—I went for a walk," I said, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "To clear my head. I tripped and fell in the dark. I'm sorry for worrying you."

She looked skeptical but didn't press the issue. "Lord Fergus has summoned you—he's waiting at the King's den, and he's not pleased. We need to go now." She took my hand, her grip firm and grounding, and I was grateful for it, grateful for something solid to hold onto. "We'll talk about this later, but right now, you need to attend to your duties."

She led me through the corridors at a brisk pace, and I followed numbly, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. My body ached—my breasts were sore and leaking, dampening the bindings, my sex throbbed where Brennan had violated me with his fingers, and my face stung where he'd struck me. I could still taste blood in my mouth, could still feel the ghost of his hands on my body.

When we reached the King's den, I found Fergus standing inside, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression thunderous as he watched Mordred pace restlessly in his chamber. The Beast's movements were agitated, his red eyes glowing brighter than usual, his massive form radiating tension.

The moment I entered, Fergus's gaze snapped to me, and his frown deepened as he took in my appearance—the bruise on my face, the split lip, my disheveled clothing. "Where were you?" he demanded, his voice sharp as a blade, cutting through the air. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago."

I opened my mouth to answer, to repeat the lie I'd told Victoria—

Mordred roared.