Page 152 of Plug and Drain

She yelped in fright as the bed sheet fell away, leaving her completely naked in his hold.

Before she could register what was happening, he’d thrown her on the bed. She scrambled off, fleeing blindly for the door, but Henrikk seized her again.

“Insufferable. Have it your way.”

This time, he threw her on the ground, and she was knocked windless as she fell flat on her back. Pain split through her as she landed badly on her tail, and the wind was knocked out of her lungs. Several terrifying seconds passed where she couldn’t draw breath at all, her lips gaping futilely, her vision blurring as she tried in vain to breathe.

Finally, her wheezing lungs drew a ragged breath of air. Then another.

The impact had hurt. She tried to shift off her tail so she could free it, but she didn’t get a chance—Henrikk was on top of her, pale blond hair and cruel narrow features, his long lean body crushing hers.

Horror filled her, enveloping her in hopelessness. There was no escape. It penetrated her senses and choked her like thick smoke.

Arken, her mind screamed, but she was too disorientated and winded to make out her surroundings, and she was only dimly aware of Henrikk’s face near hers.

Her vision focused, but she only saw glimpses of the ceiling past his dark-clothed shoulders. The sound of a belt clinking and clothing rustling chilled her like ice.

No…

Iron grip on her thighs, jerking her legs open. He lay down between them, forcing them to stay spread.

She remembered that she was naked from being with Arken.

No, no…

She was completely naked, with no barriers left to stop Henrikk from entering her as he finished loosening his clothes.

“No, stop! Please! Arken!”

She whipped her head around, but she couldn’t see him. “Arken!”

She screamed his name, but there was no reply, and there was no one to stop Henrikk as his hard erection lined up with her damp entrance.

“Arken,” she wailed, the sound ending in a pathetic wheeze as her pride finally caught up to her.

She had to distance herself. Detach. Breathe. Float away. Away. Gone. Somewhere else.

This was not important. She was not here. She wasn’t here.

But Arken was here. The knowledge drove her fleeing mind back into her body, and she was blinking up at Henrikk, his milky grey eyes swallowing her whole.

“Arken,” she whimpered, hating how sad she sounded.

Henrikk leant close and chuckled in her ear. “He’s still here, little wolf. Standing by and doing nothing, as usual. I wager he won’t so much as lift a finger to save you. He might even enjoy watching.”

His words flowed through her, destroying everything in their wake. All hope, optimism, love, dreams, laughter, warm embraces…they all wilted and died as Henrikk’s cruel intentions swept in.

His hands dug into her shoulders as he pressed himself forward, slowly forcing the head of his cock through her folds.

She flinched, trying to get away.

Grip like iron on her wrists. Laughter echoing in her ears. The thick cock of a much older man sliding inside.

Forty-nine years old.

Thirty-one years my senior.

She winced as he pushed deeper into her.