Savage Chains: Scarred (#2) by Caris Roane Read Free Book Online

apologize. If he didn’t hold back he’d be apologizing every other minute for what she’d have to endure.
    Every once in a while he’d lean forward and caress her bottom or stroke her inner thighs, just for show. But he could tell by the chains that Angelica was finally relaxed.
    Doing better?
    Much. That was lovely, Reyes. Unexpected. I think I needed that.
    I know what you mean.
Of course the view of her, of where he wanted to be, wasn’t helping his own situation, but he’d been well-trained and toughed it out.
    Do I have permission to turn over now?
    Sure, but it will mean that in a few minutes we’re going to leave this room.
    He released her legs, and drawing them together, she rolled onto her side and met his gaze.
Can I do something for you?
she sent.
    He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them he shook his head.
Not right now. I won’t lie and say I don’t want you, because I’ve been in pain since we put these chains on. And I really appreciate the offer. But I have too much rage right now. Can’t explain it.
    And you don’t have to. I get it.
Her eyes welled with tears.
Fitch is going to hurt that woman, isn’t he?
    Yes. Badly. He’s an abuser, as most of these assholes are. They’ve given it a polite “Starlin” gloss, and built a lifestyle around it, pretending it’s something that it’s not. Some of them even believe that when slaves scream in pain it’s merely because they’re so emotionally connected to the ones who torture them, that everything is an act of love.
    She rolled slightly to lean her head against the comforter.
There ought to be a stronger word than
perversion
to describe these people.
After releasing a deep sigh she added,
I think I’m ready to leave now.
    Good, and the sooner we get through this the sooner I can take you home.
He rose up. “On your feet, slave.”
    She put her thong back on, then her shoes.
Where are we headed to next?
    Engles’s place.
    She sighed.
Oh, goodie.
    Once more Reyes had to repress his amusement, but he loved that she’d lightened the mood yet again.

Chapter Three
    Angelica made the trek to what would be Engles’s mansion in the platform stilettos and continued to focus Reyes’s healing energy onto her achy toes and now tight arches. At least the stone path was smooth.
    Because drunkenness was becoming an increasing problem, Reyes finally gave up trying to sustain a submissive distance and held her close to his side and well away from the foot traffic.
    She still couldn’t believe that just a little while ago Reyes had worked her body and brought her to such a perfect, thrilling orgasm. She didn’t even know why she’d allowed it, except that his touch felt so good and maybe in large part because the whole time his own sexual need and desire had vibrated the chain around her neck in strong pulses. She’d been able to sense how aroused he was, and that’s what had taken her the distance and made what should have been an impossible thing very possible.
    And his tongue. She’d never experienced anything like that before. Wicked.
    Where have your thoughts gone?
    Nowhere.
    That’s not what I’m getting.
    She didn’t know why she tried to pretend. The chains wouldn’t allow her to conceal that merely thinking about what he’d done had worked her up all over again. She’d desired him from the beginning and she’d known that the blood-chains would enhance what was there, but she hadn’t expected to be catapulted into an almost chronic state of arousal.
    Angelica?
    I don’t know what to say. But I can’t stop thinking about what you just did to me. It was amazing.
    I pleased you.
    Oh, my God, to say the least.
    I want to do it again.
    She held the words back, the ones she really wanted to speak, what she’d always wanted from him, as in
I want all of you right now, your weight on me, your cock inside me.
    Instead, she overlaid his right arm, the one that held her tight to his side as they walked, and squeezed.
    He guided her