Free Their Virgin Princess: Masters of Ménage by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Page A

her against the wall
     and stilling her movements. Her brain blanked and readjusted. Memories
     catapulted her to a different place. Pleasure vanished.
    No love. No affection. Just chains and pain and heartache.
    Fat bitch. Stay where
     you are. They were always telling her how ugly she was. How she wasn’t
     worth the food they gave her. How some day they would just slit her throat and
     leave her to the dogs.
    She could hear the sound of that hand coming for her. They slapped
     at her stomach because the skin was thin there. They caned her feet so she
     couldn’t walk, much less run, for days.
    “Lea! Lea, baby, stop!”
    She couldn’t. They would kill her, rape her. They told her
     she was nothing. A piece of trash. Worthless. And they would annihilate
     everything inside they hadn’t yet destroyed.
    A stupid princess without her own family. She was cursed and
     useless, and it would be better if she’d died.
    The worst part was, those words were her own. It was her own
     voice in her head, in her sleep…when she considered how much easier it would
     have been if she’d rotted in that jungle.
    “Lea!”
    Strong arms caged her, and Alea fought harder. She kicked
     out, determined to get away. They wouldn’t take her this time. She refused to
     let that happen. No way was she going back to hell. She would rather die. She
     heard a long, tortured scream, then realized it was her own. She refused to go
     quietly. Never. She would make them kill her before she’d go back into a cage.
    “Please, baby. I won’t touch you again. Please come back to
     me. Please.”
    “What the fuck is going on here?” A deep voice cut through
     everything.
    Authority dripped from that voice. Authority decided how she
     was punished, how and where she would hurt that particular day. Authority meted
     out “justice” swiftly.
    “Fuck you!” Alea shouted. She was done. They could kill her,
     but she wouldn’t go meekly. They wouldn’t shove that needle in her arm and make
     her compliant again. They wouldn’t make her crave the drug that made her
     kidnappers’ job easy.
    Not again. Not again.
     Please not again.
    “Alea!” That voice was insistent, pulling at her. “Alea,
     you’re in Bezakistan. You’re safe. You’re here. No one is going to hurt you.”
    Strong arms shook her, forcing her to open her eyes.
    Dane? When had
     Dane come to South America? Had he come for her? He couldn’t see her this weak
     and pathetic. She tried to push at him, but he was a massive brick wall. “Go
     away.”
    He refused to budge.
    Tears ran down her face as she thrashed violently for
     freedom.
    A sharp shock hit her skin, and the fleshy part of her ass
     flared with a stinging heat, forcing her into the present.
    Then reality hit her harder than any smack to her ass.
    She was in the palace, and she wasn’t alone. She was
     surrounded by all three of them. Cooper was on his butt on the floor, staring
     up at her, guilt carved into his face. Lan had a hand on Coop’s shirt as though
     he’d pulled his friend back. And Dane stood in front of her, his gorgeous face
     stern and tormented as he stared down at her. His blue eyes were steady as he
     braced his big hands on her shoulders, seemingly ready to shake her back into
     reality. He was the one who had slapped at her ass, jarring her long enough to
     return to the present.
    And suddenly, Alea realized that she was naked in every
     sense of the word. “Get out of here!”
    None of them moved.
    What had she been thinking? What the hell had she been
     doing? A sob formed in the back of her throat. She couldn’t handle this. Panic
     was still there, rolling in the pit of her stomach. Those memories were so
     close to the surface, she could smell the dank sheets and hear the cries of the
     women around her. She shoved out at Dane, but he was a tower of pure muscle.
    He didn’t even register her pitiful attempts at freedom. “Calm
     down, Princess. Do you know where you are?”
    Alea