Broken (Billionaire's Blood Slave 2) by Rosa Steel Page A

and shine, slut.” The dark one grinned
at her. “You’ve got a date with the boss.”
    At the word ‘slut’ something stirred in her.
“Fuck you,” Alice said, before she had time to think. Time to
find out if they really can’t harm me, she thought,
morbidly.
    “Hah! We already did,” He was grinning
dangerously, unable to contain his pleasure.
    “Quiet, Vic.” The blonde snarled.
    “What?” Her eyes widened, and suddenly her
heart was pounding. She flattened herself against the wall.
    The blonde only scowled, reaching down.
Though she flinched away he was quicker, and he grabbed a hold of
her harness. The straps bit into her exposed flesh as he yanked her
off the bed, her breasts swinging freely, bare to their hot gaze.
She whined helplessly as he dragged her closer to his chest. Now
the other, Vic was behind her, laughing under his breath. He was so
close that the hair on the back of her neck stood up. When his
first light touch fell on her skin she jumped, squeaking in fear.
Vic’s fingertips traced feather-light down her spine, then
continued, parting the soft flesh of her buttocks.
    “Stop,” Alice gasped, her voice high pitched
with terror. “Knight will kill you both.”
    The blonde looked over her body with painful
slowness, smirked. His hand went to her throat and slipped roughly
between the blood-red ribbon and the delicate skin of her
throat.
    “Too bad about this, eh?” He said, sneering
over her shoulder. “I suppose we will never have her again. The
lord Knight can be so sentimental.”
    They forced me while I was drugged ,
she thought, turning cold.
    “Damn shame,” Vic breathed, hot at her ear.
His hand slid lower. Deft fingertips brushed over the lips of her
sex. “She was less annoying when she couldn’t talk.” His finger
rubbed, just slightly, so that Alice squealed in fear.
    “Not too far,” the blonde warned.
    Vic sighed in disappointment, stepping back.
“Fuck, Sig. You can be such a drag.”
    Thank you, Alice thought, trying not
to cry.
    The ribbon might have meant she was protected
from wandering hands, but apparently they were still allowed to
force her to move. The blonde, Sig, had reached into his pocket,
and now un-reeled a length of supple black leather. Her mind spun,
but it could only ever be one thing: a leash. The silver clip was
polished to a high shine, matching the silver inlay on her harness.
Alice could only blush in shame as he snapped it to the D-ring
between her trembling breasts.
    “You think this is bad, slut?” Vic whispered,
“Wait till he gets bored and pierces your nipples. Nothing like a
leash on a nipple ring--”
    “That’s enough,” Sig growled. He seemed bored
now, like he just wanted this over with. He gave a hard snap on the
leash, enough that Alice stumbled forward a step. “Come along,
slave.”
    ---
    They passed through a maze of dark corridors,
with her stumbling as she took steps too long for the chain between
her ankles. There were no windows, not even when they passed
through larger rooms. Alice watched the architecture change as they
grew closer to their destination- steel rebar and concrete to
lushly detailed wallpaper, glossy hardwood. Where is this
place? She’d never been anywhere even slightly similar.
Wondering about the building gave her a chance to stop thinking
about the vampires, the leash, and the creature waiting for
her.
    Finally, Vic pushed open a door, beyond which
were only stars and snow. No - it was a glass tunnel. The stars
were outside, the snow was piled high against the panes beyond the
glass. They dragged her through, and Alice was immediately plunged
into sweltering humidity and moonlight.
    “Fucking hate this place,” the blonde
muttered, loosening his collar.
    Alice flushed in the heat, immediately
breaking into a warm sweat. Her thighs rubbed together stickily as
she took her tiny, stumbling steps. Ahead was glowing light, hot
and yellow as sunlight, and a wall of green.
    “A conservatory,” she