Broken Vow (12 page)

“Look at her fucking tits. So hot and beautiful. Shit, I bet she's a D cup at least, aren't you, baby?”

She gasped. “That's none of your business.”

Jude twisted her nipple until she cried out in pain. “Answer his question if you want to see your child born.”

Her eyes burned at the threat. “I'm a D cup.”

Drakkar moaned as he played with one of her full breasts. “I knew it. They feel amazing. I can't wait to get my mouth on these babies. I'm going to suck on them, bounce them and fuck my cock between them.”

Sonya gaped at the explicit description of his bawdy intentions. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.

Why did Delilah have to be so good at oral sex? Why did Drakkar and Jude have to be so strong as they held her down, forcing her to endure the pleasure that would bring about her damnation? Why did Alfred have to stand there leering at her while he rubbed his crotch?

Sonya tensed as she felt the telltale signs of abandon closing in. It wasn't her fault. “Please stop.”

“Don't stop,” Drakkar told the succubus. “Listen to that tortured whisper. She's so close to losing it.”

The sensations heightened and Delilah seemed to double her impressive efforts.

“That's the Sonya I remember.” Jude sounded like he was grinning. “If only Nimbus could see her now. He'd be so proud of his naughty little whore.”

Something in his words was the trigger that set off her orgasm. The climatic rush exploded like dynamite inside of her, showering her with a wealth of fiery delight. Her quim trembled and sucked the finger moving inside of her and she leaked her release all over Delilah's chin.

The succubus raised her head and licked her lips as she wiped her chin off with the back of her hand. The gesture made Sonya feel wet and dirty.

“Delicious.” Delilah stood. “Alfred, would you like a taste of the juices your cock will be coated in afterward?”

Sonya blushed as she watched the butler take the demon's finger into his mouth and heard his filthy moan.

“She emits a certain sweetness, doesn't she?” Alfred approached her with a look of debauchery in his eyes as his hand went down to unfasten his pants.

Sonya tugged against the two males holding her, but neither man budged. She wasn't going anywhere. The butler meant to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. “Please. Don't let him do this. I don't want to be damned.”

“Alfred's human,” Drakkar informed her. “So you can relax and just enjoy having your legs spread for him. I'm sure he was a real tiger back in his day, weren't you, Alfred?”

The butler laughed. “Oh, I held my own.”

“I don't know him. I don't want to sleep with him. Help me!” Sonya screamed, but the sound melted into Drakkar's enormous hand. Jude's palm rubbing circles on her belly made her nervous.

“Calm down, Sonya,” he murmured in a tone devoid of sympathy. “We wouldn't want you to have an accident now, would we?”

A tear trickled down her cheek. Her baby. She must protect it, whatever it was. She'd accidentally killed her own son on her path of redemption. She couldn't lose another baby. No one outside this room knew she was pregnant. When the infant was born she just wouldn't tell anyone he was a vampire, that way she could keep it.

“It's a shame Nimbus isn't here. He could always make her want anything, even damnation,” said Jude.

Sonya shook her head.

“Oh hush, you know it's true.”

Alfred had his pants down and his erection jutted toward her, hard and ready. “Don't worry, miss. I'm really a gentle lover.”

She squealed into Drakkar's palm, feeling sick that he referred to himself as her lover. She stiffened when his weathered fingertips grazed her bare pussy.

“Lovely,” he whispered. His digits palpated the damp heat oozing from her sex. “Nice and wet for me.”

Her eyes closed, trying to shut the stranger out.

“Open your eyes, whore,” Jude ordered. “I want you to look into the old man's eyes while he shags you. I want you to witness all his facial expressions when you bring him release with your lush body. And when I bring you to orgasm and your cunt sucks his cock, I want you to know it's his.”

Sonya grew hot with humiliation as she opened her eyes and saw Alfred hovering over her, still wearing his shirt. She felt violated when he swiped his penis through her drenched slit in search of her opening. When he found it he pushed inside. His cock was about average size, but her nervousness rendered the penetration uncomfortable at first.

His head went back and his breath caught with elation. “Oh my, that is nice. It's been a long time.”

The breathless evidence of his pleasure made her feel cheapened and like a dirty whore when she saw her legs spread for a stranger and his cock pummeling into her as he defiled her.

He moved slowly inside of her and she fought the urge to close her eyes as he gazed down at her while he used her body for his pleasure. She didn't know him. He was old and not really her type. However, for an older gentleman he certainly had a distinguished look and a pleasing voice.

“Nimbus would be delighted to see you like this, wouldn't he, whore?” Jude taunted as he teased her clit with a finger. “You with your dress flipped up and your legs spread like a trollop, taking an old man's cock up you. Your breasts exposed to multiple sets of eyes while strong men hold you down. Your high heels slipping on the steps each time you lose your footing, trying to escape the forbidden.”

Sonya fought to ignore his words and shoved the image of Nimbus from her mind. If she thought of him now she would come from it. Did Jude know this?

Alfred panted as he quickened his pace inside of her. “I'm getting close.”

Jude bent closer to her and whispered into her ear. “Come for me, Sonya.”

The body was Jude's, but the voice belonged to Nimbus. The son of a bitch disguised his voice to sound like her true mate, knowing it would get her off to hear it. She'd forgotten soul vampires had the ability to imitate the voices of others.

To Sonya's dismay, Jude's diabolical plan worked. She came whimpering and writhing against the stairs, against Alfred's groin and against the two men who held her down. Her vagina sucked onto his cock as she came hard. His face distorted at the voracious suction on his dick and he shot his release inside of her.

“My dear, I think you almost killed me,” he snickered once he'd gotten closer to catching his breath. He pulled out, smiling at the way her back arched from the feel of his penis slipping out of her. “Thank you all for sharing your new toy with me.”

“No problem, Alfred. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. You look like you could use a good nap after that,” said Drakkar.

“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate it.” Alfred left the room, looking tired and gratified.

Drakkar removed his hand from Sonya's mouth.

Jude looked down at her with an evil smile. “Now that wasn't so bad, was it?”

“You bastard!” Sonya jerked against them, screeching in frustration that she couldn't move.

Jude grinned as they pulled her up and led her over to the table where the bamboo cane waited for her. “Are you mad because I made you fuck an old man, or because I imitated the voice of your beloved to get you off?”

“Both. I hate you!”

He smirked at this. “I'm not surprised. You'd have to be crazy to like me after the unconventional way I treat you.”

“Burn in hell!” She gasped when he pulled the dress off over her head and pushed her face-down on the table. She shivered at the knowledge that her nudity was on display for their deviant eyes.

“Step out of your shoes. In case you bleed from this I'd hate to ruin them. They are such becoming heels,” Jude told her, sounding excited at the imminent beating he intended to give her.

Sonya stepped out of them and heard him move them aside. She cringed in horror when he picked up the bamboo cane.

“And now I must beat the shit out of you. You did kill my son, you know. Now hold still.”

She turned and lunged at him, sinking her teeth into his neck and injected her venom into his bloodstream. His pained outcry satisfied her vengeance as Drakkar yanked her off of Jude. It didn't matter, though. In a matter of minutes he would be paralyzed by the poison, immobilizing him so she could feed. If Drakkar prevented her from drinking Jude's blood, the venom would finish him off.

“You bitch!” Jude yelled, grabbing his neck as blood seeped from the puncture wound.

Sonya yelped when he fisted her by the hair and forced her face against his neck.

“Suck the venom out or your baby will suffer the consequences.”

She heaved an uneasy sigh and sucked the poison out of him until only his blood remained. And then she kept going, hoping to drain the bastard.

He must’ve sensed this. “That's enough.”

His countenance was a deadly union of rage and premeditated retribution as he spun her around and slammed her down so her hands were on the table. She gasped when Drakkar took her by both wrists and pulled her forward so that her arms were stretched out on the table in front of her. Her body quaked with fear and dread when Jude grabbed the cane again and stood behind her, his aura blazing with violence and hatred.

“Let's see how you like pain, bitch.”

She screamed when he struck her with the cane. The force was brutal and the agonizing inferno it ignited on her rump made her knees shake with shock. “Please stop.”

She knew he wouldn't, but she had to try anyway.

Jude struck her again, forcing an outcry of misery from her. “I won't stop until it pleases me. Right now it pleases me to make you suffer. Was it worth it, bitch? Was Sully's life worth cleaning your slate?”

Sonya shrieked at the violent blows on her backside, but Drakkar's hold on her wrists rendered her struggles futile. Each strike Jude gave her left her butt inflamed with agony and punishing fire. She wished he would stop hurting her. Why in heaven's name must he throw the pain of losing her son back up in her face while he brought her physical suffering as well?

“You couldn't simply pay for your own mistakes. No, you had to take his life to fix them,” Jude taunted as he continued to cane her.

Sonya began to weep in between crying out under the severe beating. “I didn't know it was him.”

Jude whacked her harder so she screamed. “And if you had? Would you have killed him anyway, or would you have sacrificed your redemption to save his life? Well, Sonya?”

The tears came faster and she mewed at the fierceness of the subsequent blows.

“Answer me, you pseudo-angel!”

She sobbed audibly now. “I don't know. I'm so confused.”

“I'll bet you are. You can pretend you've changed and you may manage to fool the black angels and yourself, but I know better.” Jude stopped caning her and began pacing slowly behind her while he spoke. “The truth is you're still madly in love with Nimbus and you always will be.”

His words sent her into a frenzy of panic. Was he trying to make her stumble? No, it wouldn't work. She must never admit to that, not even to herself. Nimbus was gone and she was healed. That was her story and it was true, damn it. It had to be, otherwise she would be – No, she was over him.

“No.” She shook her head, hoping Jude wouldn't use the cane to argue with her. Her hope was in vain.

“You lie. How else would you explain getting his name tattooed on your ass? When I imitated his voice a little while ago you came fast and hard.”

Her cheeks felt warm, but the flush of humiliation was a joke compared to the fire that enveloped her battered ass. “You were touching my clitoris. What did you think was going to happen?”

Jude chuckled and tapped her buttocks with the cane. “A challenge, is it? Very well, I accept. I'll imitate his voice again without touching you and I'll wager you come just as hard when you hear it. Oh, dash it all, I suspect you'll come harder this time around.”

She shivered at the possibility and shuddered when he trailed the cane along her spine, praying that he didn't hit her with it there.

Drakkar grinned. “I want to see that.”

“You're wrong, Jude. I'm not in love with Nimbus anymore.” She hoped he wouldn't test his theory, but once again her hope was short-lived.

“Am I? We shall see. But first come and look into the mirror over here at your exquisite ass.” Jude set the cane aside and walked her over to the full-length mirror against the wall. “Turn around and take in the brutal glory.”

He turned her and she nearly fell over at the sight. He'd done quite a number to her rear end. She had tram tracks along her skin, some a pinkish-red and others a light purple. He'd raised a number of welts on her and the skin had even split in a few places. The flesh was ruddy and swollen and it felt like a horrendous sunburn.

“Nimbus would be so proud of such a fine, abused ass. Is it strange for you when I say his name?” Jude hinted.

She wanted to kick him in the groin for taunting her. “No.”

His lips curved up into an irritating smile. “I don't believe that for a second. Now be a good girl and hold still so Drakkar and I can fuck you senseless. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of what will happen if you don't.”

Jude held her in place while Drakkar undressed and then Drakkar kept her still and lubed her anus while Jude shed his clothes. It felt violating and wrong to have the vampire's fingers working in and out of her butt hole.

While he busied himself with putting the cap back on the tube, Sonya bolted toward a case along the wall and smashed the glass with her fists. They bled, but that was irrelevant in the heat of adrenaline. She didn't know why a vampire kept a wooden stake in his lobby beneath glass, but it was dreadfully convenient. Before anyone could stop her, she took the stake and rammed it into Drakkar's chest with a vehement yell.

Jude ripped her away from his friend, looking pissed as hell.

Drakkar's face betrayed his suffering, but once he pulled the stake out, he smiled at her. “Were you waiting for me to turn into dust?”

Her eyes widened. He was still alive.

“I may be a sanguinary vampire, but I'm an advanced one and that's not all I am. I'll leave you to discover the nature of the rest of my heritage.” Drakkar wrapped his big hand around her throat and jerked her toward him. He was quite intimidating when he was furious. “But it still didn't feel too good and I'll thank you not to repeat the infraction lest I take you to my club and inflict some corporate punishment on you.”