Chapter 5 THE BREAKING
The moment Selene turned, Lucian was met with silver-gray eyes that seemed to gaze into his dead soul, even with fear written all over them.
For a second, Lucian ignored the fear in her eyes and noted how annoyingly unique her eye color was.
"Please—" Selene bit her lip as Lucian lifted his hand to stop her from speaking, sweat prickling out of her skin.
Lucian would be done with his slaves in a few seconds, but this half-breed in front of him was like a stubborn siren, calling out even with her lips shut.
His eyes traveled down her body, skipping her chest. He never wasted his time on women's bodies; they were all the same. But as his eyes moved upward, he paused at Selene's chest, watching the way the exposed underside of her perky breasts rose and fell as she heaved in fear.
His eyes glowed, and he clenched his jaw to keep his fangs from protruding.
Strange.
He never fed from his slaves, as their blood was impure, but why was he suddenly craving to feed from Selene?
A low growl rumbled in his chest as Selene gasped, causing her top to expose one of her rosy nipples. That action caused a sharp reaction between Lucian's legs, and he immediately stopped stalling.
He stepped forward, his hand reaching out toward Selene's chest, but just as his fingers were about to touch her nipple, he lowered them.
"Lean over," he commanded.
Selene was shaking, her eyes moistened with tears.
"No," she whispered shakily, trying to tug down her top as she suddenly felt exposed under Lucian's unbridled watch.
Lucian's eyes flashed with something dangerous; his hand shot out, grabbing Selene's slim neck with little gentleness.
"Ackk... Ugh," Selene choked, her eyes almost rolling into her head as she fought to breathe.
She had refused.
And she should never refuse. Now, she had to die.
"I do not appreciate defiance, slave," Lucian hissed, his eyes blazing red as he leaned in, his face right in front of Selene's pale one.
"I-I-ugh... I'm s-sorry," Selene dragged a wheezing breath into her lungs, tears rolling down the sides of her eyes.
Before she could register what was happening, she was spun around and pressed against the smooth, cold surface of the table; right beside her face was the single candle burning within a crystal hurricane lamp, casting trembling shadows across her flushed, tear-stained face.
"Ah!" she screamed as her hands were yanked behind her back, and the next thing she felt were smooth, silky ribbons binding her wrists behind her, causing her back to arc and her top to completely ride up, her nipples pressing against the cold surface and sending shivers down her spine.
"Don't do this, please! I'd do anything!" she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming since the auction house.
But her cries fell on deaf ears.
In the next moment, she saw dark silk moving towards her face, and as she feared, Lucian tied the material around her eyes, blindfolding her completely.
Now, Selene was bound, blinded, and completely at the mercy of a merciless vampire king.
"No!" Selene screamed as her skirt was brutally shoved up to her hips; the cold air hit her bare skin, making her realize just how helpless she truly was.
"Shh—" Lucian’s body suddenly hovered over Selene's back, his large hands grabbing her waist roughly. "You belong to me, little witch. You do not refuse me."
Selene went completely still as she felt something hot sliding up and down her opening.
"No," she whispered helplessly, dread pooling in her stomach.
She was about to lose her virtue to the creature she hated most. She was about to lose the only thing she thought she owned.
"You're my slave," Lucian hissed, breathing slowly against the back of her neck as he pushed himself inside her with brutal force.
"Argh!" Selene cried out in pain, her fingers digging into her palms, her teeth gnashing in anguish as hot, defeated tears rolled down her face.
Lucian stilled behind Selene. His fangs fully elongated and his eyes glowing a bright red.
He felt it when he pushed into her: he was her first.
That knowledge had him fighting his monsters; they wanted to claim her, to mark her, to make sure that after him, she would have no one else. But that was just his primitive nature speaking.
He would never mark a witch; she was his to suffer, his to punish, and his to fuck whenever and however.
He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside her tight pussy, and the cut made way for fresh blood to trickle down the sides of her thigh.
That sight broke every shred of restraint he possessed. "You are mine, you fucking little witch. Don't you ever try to defy me."
With that, he slammed into her with brutal force, thrusting in and out of her with inhuman speed, grunting and groaning as he fucked her hard and fast.
Selene had long since gone quiet.
One might think she passed out, but she was conscious, her eyes puffed and blurred with tears. She could feel Lucian slamming into her, using her body like an asset he purchased, which she was. Her body moved back and forth on the table, small grunts of pain leaving her lips with each thrust of Lucian's hips.
She was broken, literally and figuratively.
"Mine!" Lucian growled.
And just when Selene thought she could no longer feel any more pain, Lucian gripped her hip with impossible strength, lofting her feet off the floor, and slammed with tenfold brutal force into her.
"Argh! Stop!" Selene's high-pitched cry tore from deep within her lungs; her pussy felt like the walls were being torn apart and the pain shot right to her limbs, turning them to butter.
Having her eyes covered intensified every single sense. She could feel the shape of Lucian's cock, the warmth of it, and the sound it made as it slammed into her.
Selene was living a nightmare, and at that moment, she swore to kill Lucian, even if she lost her life doing it.
"Ugh—" Lucian groaned, fucking her faster and faster as he got closer to his release.
He heard her cries, but he was too far gone to care or stop. Something was happening to him—something that had never happened before.
"Fuck!" he growled as he felt that tight pussy sucking him into that impossible tightness. The smell of Selene's blood was like nothing he'd ever encountered, and each moment was a battle of wills for him not to drain her lifeless.
He moved faster; deep groans, whimpering, and the sound of wet skin slapping together filled the chamber.
"Uugghhhh—" Lucian's hips suddenly stuttered, his fingers digging painfully into Selene's hip as pleasure threatened to bring him to his knees behind her.
His hot seed shot deep inside Selene's pussy, his shaft twitching as she milked him dry, taking every single last drop of his royal seed.
Lucian suddenly pulled out of her, watching as his seed mixed with her blood, pooling out of her and down her inner creamy thighs.
Just the sight had him hardening again.
He turned away, balling his fist as he huffed and puffed.
Selene was a whimpering mess, but not from pleasure—there was nothing sweet or tender about that incident. Rather, it left her vengeful and more bitter than she was before.
Her breath was coming in shots as she tried to steady herself despite the piercing pain she felt inside and outside of her body. Her arms felt numb behind her, and the material was biting tightly into her face.
Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong.
Suddenly, her wrists were loosened and the blindfold fell off her eyes, the hurricane lamp dancing in a blur as her vision slowly returned.
"Leave," came Lucian's cold command.
Selene sniffled, bracing her numb hands on the surface of the table as she forced her trembling body up.
The moment she stood, her legs shook violently, her knees knocking together before she fell to the floor, darkness washing over her for a split second.
She could sense Lucian standing over her with cold, calculating eyes.
"Out," his deep voice slithered across the room.
Selene felt dirty and used. With anger, she grunted as she stood from the floor; her legs wobbled again, but she refused to fall again, at least not in front of him.
Tonight would be the last she let him see her broken. He thought he had taken everything from her, but she would show him that she was unbreakable.
She lowered her gaze to the floor and limped toward the door. She didn't want to look at the devil's face; it would only cause more pain to her aching heart.
With a constant, pulsing pain between her legs, Selene limped out of Lucian's chamber, her tears finally falling as she walked along the passageway.
The scent of sandalwood now felt like a brand burned into her skin, reminding her of the monster who had just claimed her.
She hated what they had reduced her to... something worse than a whore.
She realized as she reached the path to the stairs and glanced toward Lucian's door, hatred washing through her bones like a sluice.
"I'm going to kill you..." she sobbed, "I promise."
