Ensnared: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Primal Obsessions Book 4)

by Cara Wylde

  “That’s none of your business.”

  Navin rolled his eyes. “Don’t mind him. He acts all tough and burly, but he likes to treat his women well. He accommodates his bitches here when they spend the night.”

  Great. So, this was the room where Dev fucked his sluts. “Oh, this is bad,” I thought. “The F-word, the S-word… I shouldn’t be thinking like this. None of this should even be in my vocabulary.” But who was I kidding? I wasn’t that innocent. Sure, I’d never spoken such words out loud, but I did think them often. Especially when I pleasured myself and imagined my man whispering them in my ear. Or… my men. Why not?

  “Anyway, this is stupid,” Navin told Dev. “She’ll escape in seconds.”

  He was right. We were on the ground floor, and through the glass door on the opposite wall, I could see a terrace stretching toward the lawn and the pool. The windows were all big and tall, and even if they secured them somehow, it was easy to just break them.

  “That’s why you’re going to bring the thing from the basement.”

  “The thing? What thing?”

  Dev gave him a death glare.

  “Ooooh!” Navin grinned in understanding. “Got it. Brilliant.”

  Dev shook his head. “Unlike you…”

  “Fuck off,” Navin gave him the finger as he disappeared down the corridor.

  I was alone with Dev. He stepped closer to me, and his massive body threw shade over mine. He was a mountain of a man, but oh… he had such amazing hair. I wanted to thread my fingers through it. I squeezed my hands into fists, fighting the urge, just like I was still fighting the urge to cover my exposed breasts.

  “Now, now… What shall I do with you while Navin is gone to retrieve… the thing?” He smirked mischievously.

  What the hell was this “thing”? From the way he talked about it, it couldn’t be anything good.

  He took my chin between his fingers and tipped my head back to take a better look at me.

  “You’re filthy,” he scrunched up his nose. I whined, and he laughed. “No need to feel offended. You’re just… covered in blood and dirt.”

  He was right. I hadn’t had time to notice and actually acknowledge that I had my father’s blood on my hands and chest from when I’d cradled his dying body in my arms. My knees were muddy and scratched from falling onto them so many times in the past few hours. And pretty much all over my body, my skin was clammy with sweat.

  “I like my bitches clean,” he growled. “So, let’s fix that, shall we?”

  He pushed me toward the attached bathroom.

  Dev

  The panties had to go. I turned on the shower and let the water heat up. She seemed paralyzed in place, and she looked rather pitiful. It was as if she couldn’t yet wrap her mind around what was happening. She was gorgeous, though. Her body was young and tight, curvy in all the right places. She had a thin waist, full, round tits that had never felt the touch of a man’s rough hand, and elegant hips that swayed enticingly when she walked. She was still wearing her strappy sandals, and that didn’t bother me at all. I was actually thinking of giving her a shower in them. The impossibly high heels made her legs look longer and smoother. Her skin was so pale that I could swear it had never seen the sun. Well, that was going to change soon. In New Delhi, the merciless sun reigned supreme. She was soon going to sport a beautiful tan. That was… if Aryan didn’t decide to just keep her locked inside forever.

  We were alone in the palace and on the estate. We had servants, but they didn’t live here, and they were only allowed to come once a week, to clean the house, stock the kitchen, and cook. Same with the gardeners and the crew that took care of the pool and the hot tub. When they were around, we kept an eye on them, and we made sure they were off the property before sundown. One couldn’t be too careful when one wasn’t… entirely human. It was crucial to keep the secret of our true nature. If anyone found out what we truly were, we could lose the respect we had in the business. We could even lose our lives, since it was well-known that humans were afraid of anything they couldn’t fully understand. And when humans were afraid, they became violent.

  The panties had to go, though. I turned to Vera, and a chill ran up her spine when she saw me gazing at her damp pussy. I could tell, because she shuddered visibly. There was a huge wet spot between her legs. It was so obvious on the soft, lacey fabric.

  “Take them off,” I said.

  “Please…”

  “Take them off, or I’ll do it for you.”

  She shook her head. I sighed. Okay, so she was going to make this difficult for me. I closed the space between us, and she planted her small, dainty hands square on my chest, trying to stop me. I laughed. I rather liked how her pink-painted nails were digging into my skin. Damn, she was so tempting! My cock was hard in my pants, and a sheen of sweat covered my forehead. I wanted her. I wanted to throw her onto the floor and fuck her into oblivion. My cock would split her apart, and she’d scream in pain, but I wouldn’t care. All I wanted was to empty my balls inside her and feel her clamp around me, squeeze me and milk me dry. I blinked. I needed to get it together.

  But it was so hard. Impossible. She had the most incredible body I’d seen in a while, and her skin was so soft and creamy, perfect to bite and tease. She tried to push me away even though she knew it was in vain. I grabbed her waist and pulled her to my chest. She started hitting me with her tiny fists, and that made me laugh harder.

  “Knock it off. It’s almost like you’re trying to give me a massage. And I’m not a fan of massages.”

  She pouted. “Don’t touch me.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m going to do, sweet thing. I’m going to touch you. You know why? Because you’re mine. You belong to me, Navin, and Aryan. Petrov said so. Since neither Navin, nor Aryan is here… well, you’re at my mercy. And oh, trust me. I am going to touch you.”

  “N-no… I don’t want you to.”

  “Are you sure? Because you smell like a bitch in heat.”

  Her bright blue eyes went wide, and her plump lips parted in shock. She didn’t know what I was talking about. She had no idea that my sense of smell was so sensitive and enhanced that I could sniff the slightest hormonal change in her body. Navin and Aryan were the same. We belonged to the same species, so I knew that even they could tell how horny our little slut was – Navin from the basement, and Aryan from his office on the first floor.

  My hands started roaming all over her body. I traced her sides until I reached her tits. Unable to control myself, I growled deep in my chest as I cupped the full, ripe apples with my palms. Her nipples poked me like hard, sharp pebbles. She whimpered softly, and it was either because she was frustrated that she couldn’t push me away, or because she liked what I was doing to her and wanted more. I squeezed her tits, and she hit me again. I pulled her flush against my body and rubbed my clothed erection on her belly. My hands traveled down her back, reaching her round ass and groping it possessively. God, what she did to me… She was a sweet, innocent thing, and yet… she was a woman. A woman who’d waited a long time for the right man to pluck her flower.

  “Please… Don’t…”

  “What?” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “What, princess? Don’t let you go? Don’t stop touching you?”

  “N-no… Stop…”

  “You’re not making much sense.”

  She started struggling harder, and it got to the point where it wasn’t funny anymore. The water had turned hot, and it was time to give her a shower. But if she fought me like this, it wasn’t going to be easy. And I wouldn’t have it. Today had sucked. I needed something easy for a change. I turned her around and looked for something I could tie her with. Apparently, one of the sluts I fucked on a regular basis had forgotten her scarf on the edge of the sink. I grabbed it, tore it in two, and used it to secure her hands behind her back, and then her ankles. I didn’t need her kicking me in the shin or, God forbid, in the crotch. I ripped her panties off and threw them in a corner. She cr
ied out. I didn’t care. This was too sinfully delicious to concern myself with her well-being. I wasn’t going to do anything, anyway. I just wanted to feel her and tease her. I wanted to play with her a bit, like a cat played with its prey. When I was finally going to bury my cock inside her, it would be even sweeter.

  I pushed her into the shower, and she yelped when the hot water hit her back. I adjusted the temperature, then got rid of my shirt and stepped in with her. The shower was big enough for five people, yet I pushed her in a corner, wanting to be close to her. I would’ve taken my pants off too, but I didn’t think I could stop myself from plunging inside her if I freed my cock. Her cunt was perfectly shaved, so smooth and pale. She kept her legs tightly closed, but that was also because her ankles were bound. It didn’t matter. I could still slip a finger between her folds if I wanted to.

  I started washing her with soap, lathering her translucent skin one inch at a time. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Tears streamed down her face, and when they were too much to look at, I pushed her under the shower head and let the water wash them away. My hands were everywhere – on her tits, squeezing and kneading, on her neck, her stomach, her ass, her legs. Soon, she was covered in soap. Finally, I pushed one hand between her thighs, and she whimpered louder. One finger explored between her folds, pressing on her clit until she dragged in a breath, finding her wetness, circling her virgin entrance. Going farther, I probed the puckered bud of her ass, and she opened her eyes to stare at me pleadingly. I grinned.

  “Don’t tell me you don’t like it, whore. You’re leaking onto my fingers. Your tits are as hard and juicy as two watermelons. You want me to suck on your nipples, don’t you?”

  “N-no…”

  “Just say the word.” I moved my finger back to her clit and stroked the nub lightly. “Just say the word, princess Vera, and I’ll make you cum like you’ve never cummed before.” I reconsidered that. She was untouched, after all. “Do you ever touch yourself, princess? Tell me.” I let my hot breath brush over her lips. She pursed them, thinking that I was going to kiss her. “Do you ever play with your pussy? Do you put two fingers inside you and pump your cunt until you spill your juices all over your pink princess sheets?”

  “You’re so crude,” she spat between gritted teeth. “So despicable.”

  “And you like it, don’t you? You love it.” I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips. “You want my crude mouth on you, between your legs. You want my crude tongue inside your cunt.”

  She took a deep breath and held it in. I could tell she had more to say, but she knew I was just going to spin her words.

  Fuck, it was so, so hard to hold back. I licked the shell of her ear, enjoying the way she trembled. She was pulsating all over, her body craving each touch, every bit of attention it received. To reach twenty-two years without being touched by a single man… What a life! No life, in fact, if someone asked me. Her nubile body was starved for pleasure.

  “What the hell?” Navin yelled from the threshold. “Why do you get to fuck her first?”

  I stepped away from Vera. “I wasn’t going to fuck her. Did you bring the thing?”

  “Yeah, I brought the thing. Fucking come out of there! Jesus Christ, you’re so selfish! Get your hands off her! I want a piece, too.”

  “Knock yourself out.”

  I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a towel. My pants were soaked, and there was nothing I could do about them for now. I went into the bedroom to make sure that Navin had indeed brought what I’d asked him to.

  “Beautiful,” I grinned at the sight of shiny metal in the middle of the floor. “Perfect. Princess Vera, you’re going to love this!”

  Navin

  I was always the errand boy. “Do this,” “go get that”… Day in and day out. Although I did pull my weight in this family. Maybe it was because I was younger than Aryan and Dev, but what did that matter? I came from a broken home, and my parents had never given a shit about me. I was barely eighteen when Aryan had taken me under his wing, though the age difference between us wasn’t that outstanding. Five years. He taught me the ropes, and the worst of all was that when my father saw that I was actually capable and a good earner, he started telling everyone that I was his son, his heir, and that he’d made me into the man I was. Bullshit. He was so fake, such a snob, so pathetic… The day he died, I felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I never visited his grave once.

  As Dev stepped out of the bathroom and went to check if I got what he’d asked, as if he was expecting me to have messed up, my anger reached its peak. I grabbed the woman by the elbow, dragged her out of the shower, and threw a towel over her. Dev had tied her wrists and ankles, so I drew out a knife and cut her loose. She wasn’t going anywhere. She immediately tried to fight me, but I caught her wrist in my hand, twisted it, and looked her in the eyes as I hissed:

  “Stop that, or you’ll regret it.” She went limp. “Much better.”

  I dried her hair as best as I could, then took a step back to look at her. She was still wearing those killer heels, and she looked amazing in them. Dev had gotten rid of her panties, and I noticed her pussy was shaved. Embarrassed, she covered her tits with her trembling hands. I rolled my eyes but let her be. I was too angry to care.

  “Come on.” I motioned for her to get back into the bedroom. “Dev and I have something for you. You’re going to love it.”

  “What is it?”

  I sighed. “Chop-chop, and you’ll see.” I pushed her through the door. God, she was stubborn! And so slow! So much effort to make her do one stupid thing. “Well?”

  She stopped in front of the metal cage, frozen. Her blue eyes grew wide, and she looked like she was going to faint. I placed a hand on the small of her back, and she tensed up.

  “Do you love it?”

  She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. She was at a loss for words.

  Dev grinned, satisfied. “This is where you’re going to sleep and spend most of your day. I made it all comfy for you.”

  Indeed, he’d covered the bottom of the cage with a faux pelt and stuffed three pillows inside. The cage was square, not very wide, but as tall as a person. One could easily stand inside it, and it was probably comfortable enough to sit, too. Sleep, though? It was a good thing Vera had a small, fragile frame.

  “No,” she finally whispered. “You can’t do this. You can’t put me in a cage.”

  “How else are we going to make sure you don’t run away, princess?” I said, amused.

  She turned to me, her big eyes pleading. “I won’t. I promise. How could I? I don’t even know where I am.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Dev snorted. “You’re in New Delhi. India. Never been here before?”

  “No. I’ve never been outside of Russia.”

  “What kind of princess are you if you haven’t traveled the world?”

  “See?” She fixed me with her gaze, as if she thought that between me and Dev, I was the one she had a chance to convince. “I know nothing about your city. I don’t speak the language, and I… I know India can be dangerous… I won’t try to escape. Please, you have to believe me.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek. Well, the truth was… I kind of did believe her. But I wasn’t stupid enough to take the risk. Anyway, Dev wouldn’t have agreed.

  “You’re getting inside the cage.”

  “Please…”

  “Now!” I yelled, and she gasped. I grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. “Now, you stubborn bitch! Before I make you.”

  She dropped to her knees and started crying but didn’t move an inch. I sighed in annoyance, exchanged a glance with Dev, and when he shrugged, I understood he wanted me to take care of it. He was busy patting his soaked pants with a towel. There was water all over the floor, but not for long. It was so hot, even during the night, that the small pools he’d left between the bathroom and the chair he was currently sitting in were going to evaporate in a few hours.
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br />   I leaned over Vera and sank my hand into her long, blond hair. I pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me.

  “Be a good girl, all right? Just get inside the cage. I’ll let you out tomorrow, take you outside to stretch your legs.”

  “What am I to you? An animal?”

  I laughed. She was rather feisty, I had to give her that. For a young, virgin woman who was completely naked and defenseless, at least. Others would have done exactly as I said for fear of being hurt or taken advantage of. This one had some lady balls, and I didn’t entirely hate it.

  “In fact, yes. You’re a bitch in heat. Don’t think I don’t know you’re still wet between those long, beautiful legs of yours.”

  “How do you…”

  “I’ll tell you some other time. Now, get inside.”

  “No,” she spat in my face.

  I growled deep in my chest and let go of her hair. Dev was beyond amused. He held a hand over his belly as he laughed at my unsuccessful attempts to make the little cunt obey.

  “All right then…” I slapped her hard over the ass.

  She yelped but didn’t budge. I slapped her again, and then a third time, leaving three red marks on her beautiful skin. She was on all fours now, red ass in the air, eyes tightly shut as she kept her head bowed. My nostrils flared at the scent of her arousal. My chest rumbled with need, but this was not the right time. Yes, she was bare and exposed, she was warm to the touch, and her soaked passage was probably throbbing with desire, and I was so hard in my pants that I was afraid my cock would just dig a hole through them and bounce free. But no, I had to exercise some self-control. I could see it in Dev’s black eyes that it was hard for him, too. In truth, if I really stopped to think about it, I was unsure why we were both so reluctant to take her right then and there. Did we, perhaps, feel like we needed Aryan’s approval first? No, that couldn’t be it. He’d said we could do whatever we wanted. But it would be too much, wouldn’t it? To spread her legs wide and penetrate her on her first day here, with us.