Free Silver Bound by Ella Drake Page B

that’s in my power to do, to give you something back. Without the Broker, you’ll never be able to live without me, but maybe the doctor can help with that, too.”
    All she heard in that speech, all she could understand, absolutely floored her.
    A tiny spark of rebellion leaked out before she could stop it. “If you don’t want me, why did you claim me?”
    She wished the question back. She didn’t want the answer. She couldn’t face his rejection.
    Guy jerked his chin and shot to his feet to pace, but not before she glimpsed his frown as he glanced down her body to her cleavage and licked his lips.
    His short strides to the bar and back, over and over, accentuated the truth. The erection in his clinging pants proved he lusted for her body, and the flow of desire from her collar didn’t lie. That was enough for her. Their bodies spoke to each other. Unaware she’d sat with a rigid, straight posture, she relaxed back in the chair and let the tension ease away. Though the ache in her middle grew stronger, his reaction assured her she’d be allowed to wrap him in sexual release. Soon.
    “When you disappeared on your way home, your father asked me to find you. I did. You were to be sold to a shadow bidder. I bought you instead. Because…” He flushed and his chin dipped. He’d told her they’d known each other. She didn’t doubt it because she recognized his reaction. The next words from his mouth would be a lie. “But I won’t use you like that.”
    After clearing his throat, he continued. His steady gaze held hers. He was about to speak the truth. “Because I wouldn’t hurt you, and I will do everything, give everything, to help you.”
    The ache rode her hard.
    He wanted to use her, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
    “Please.” That’s all she could manage over the desire throbbing, bringing heat to her cheeks to spread down her torso and pulse in her sex.
    He couldn’t have understood her plea. She wanted him to fill her with that erection or let her put her mouth on him, lick him, nuzzle him and take him down her throat.
    Guy groaned, stood in the middle of the floor and ran a hand over the bulge tenting the front of his pants.
    “I’m going out for a while.” He gave a long sigh, and her stomach clenched. If she didn’t serve his needs, the collar would punish her until she did. The ache in her middle would only continue to get worse.
    He didn’t look back as he whisked from the room.
    ***
    Damn.
    Guy squeezed his eyes shut and thunked his head on the wall outside their quarters. Once. Twice.
    He couldn’t be near Jewel without the silver tint of her lips reminding him he owned her. Completely.
    She was vulnerable, needy and so eager to do anything he wanted. That was a problem.
    He could do anything at all to her, and she’d beg for more. He could be gentle, please both of them in an emotional exchange the likes of which he’d dreamed for years. He could hurt her, give her pain and pleasure enough to make her scream. Make her bleed. The thought of another man being minutes away from that power washed cold over him. His cock finally behaved at the reminder of the near miss, but to his shame, his erection didn’t fully subside. With her accessible, he’d probably stay perpetually half-hard. His willpower had abandoned him—it remained in Rangetown with all his sense. The missing Broker made it worse. Her collar would punish her for his erections because while she was nothing more than a slave, he couldn’t touch her.
    The whimper of pain she’d given the second before the portal slid closed echoed in his ears. His lust tortured her, and he couldn’t take off the control bracelet. He thunked his head again.
    The only answer was to have sex with her, and that couldn’t happen while she was nothing more than a slave with no will. What he wouldn’t do to hear her tell him to slog off.
    He’d thought the upheaval and hurt he’d suffered when she’d left him to marry a stranger had been