Page 186 of Healed

Chapter 59

Nico

“What?” I mumbled to myself, immediately followed by a blinding wave of pain.

I tried to roll over, to tuck my arms over my head and block out any pain whilst I tried to figure out what the fuck was happening, but my arms met resistance.

I pulled on the ropes, my breathing picking up as I realised I was tied to a table, my arms locked at my side. The rope was around my upper arms, my lower arms, and my wrists. I tried to move my legs, only to meet the same result. My ankles, calves, and thighs each had a thick rope around them.

“You’re awake.”

My eyes snapped toward the voice.

And there he was.

Sat in the corner, his legs stretched out in front of him, his fingers linked across his stomach, he leaned back as though he had no cares in the world.

I fucking hated that man.

I should have finished him off whilst I had the chance.

I watched with a scowl on my face as Vienna stood up, cracking his back and then his neck, snapping his head from side to side.

“You snore in your sleep, did you know that?” he asked me.

I glared at him.

“Oh, don’t be like that, little prince,” he mocked me. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Fuck you!”

“Maybe later,” Vienna shrugged. “We have so much foreplay to do first. Oh, you’re not overly familiar with that word, are you?” he asked, coming over to me. He placed both hands on the table next to my waist and leaned down, smiling at me. “Foreplay is the warmup to the big act. It gets all the right parts moving, and makes it all the more enjoyable. It might not be needed—I don’t know about you, but I’m already raring to go. But I like to make sure my partners experience every last drop of what I’ve got to offer.”

He ended his words by patting me on my cheek almost affectionately.

“Where’s Gabriella?” I asked, breathing heavily through my nose. “Where’s my princess?”

“Unfortunately, this won’t be a threesome,” Vienna said calmly, walking over to the corner, keeping his back to me. “But she’s safe, don’t worry about that. She’s wearing my cut after all. My colours. How could she not be safe?”

“She’s not fucking yours!” I screeched, my temper getting the better of me. “She’s mine! She’s always been fucking mine! We share the same blood!”

“And we don’t?” Vienna chuckled.

“What…”

He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant.

“Oh, didn’t she share the happy news?” Vienna said casually, still with his back to me. Though he did throw me a mocking smile over his shoulder. “I thought she was your princess? And yet she didn’t tell you how she currently carries the blood of another man in her belly? She didn’t tell you how we created new life together?”

I roared, thrashing around on the table.

She wouldn’t.

Not my princess.

She was made to carry my babies!

Mine!