Her legs were trembling and useless as Merille searched desperately for a way to break free. The rope chafed her wrists when she pulled hard on it, hoping for some sort of miracle that it would just break.
It did not.
Callus fingers on her thigh snapped her attention back to Salus. The Diamond Dagger leader had a wide, wicked smile on his face now. His umber eyes glinted with sadistic intent as he traced a gentle line toward her hairless pussy.
“Why so nervous?” he asked, his fingertips barely an inch from her drooling folds. “We’re just getting started.”
“Let me go now and I promise to spare your lives!” she growled, but could not keep the quiver out of her voice.
Her clit throbbed furiously from the denied orgasm, and her body ached with the longing for a release. She could not think about anything but his touch and the lost pleasure. It took all of her willpower to keep from begging him.
Many nights in the past three years, Merille had experienced such intense lust and desire. These *Lapses* of overwhelming urges took hold of her like a dark grip that would not let go no matter how many times she sated the lust on her own.