Libra (The Zodiac Queen #7) Read Online Gemma James

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Zodiac Queen Series by Gemma James
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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I have no choice but to trust in my brother’s plan. The alternative can’t happen.

It can’t.

Pax takes the empty bowl from the room and returns a few minutes later with Freida. He picks her up and dumps her naked body onto the bed, and then his pants puddle around his feet in front of my face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, the queen will feel the power of my cock from the floor.” He climbs out of sight, the mattress squeaking under his weight, and the top of the cage shudders under the force of his punishing dominance.

12

Time moves at the speed of agony inside the House of Libra, making two days feel like two weeks. I spend all of my time in the cage, only allowed out to use the bathroom and to eat a real meal at the table. The confinement brings back the trauma of the days Miles locked me in the double suite without food, but even after endless hours in the cage, I find the imprisonment preferable to becoming a plaything to Pax.

I’m dozing after another lunch of soup—again, eaten like a dog—when approaching footsteps jerk me awake. I bring my knees to my chest and hug myself, my gaze glued to the front of the cage.

“Is my pet anxious for tomorrow to arrive?” His black denim-clad legs come into view, and the jingle of keys reaches my ears before he bends, unlocking the latch. “Sadly for you, tomorrow isn’t here yet. Time to come out and play.”

I knew this moment would come—the one I feared most—and there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. I crawl out of my prison and assume the position at his feet.

“Have you ever had an anal plug inserted before?”

“Yes, Master.”

“How about anal sex?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Bend over the bed.” I start shaking, and the uncontrollable shudders intensify as I sprawl on the end of the mattress.

“With Castle?” he asks, lubing my hole and shoving in a painfully large plug.

“No, Sebastian,” I choke out, tensing from the insertion.

Laughing, Pax pulls me to my feet. “Oh, this is good. The chancellor didn’t have the balls even when he had you on that island.”

“The chancellor had honor.” My tone might get me slapped, but I don’t care. I’m tired of submitting to this monster, all in the hopes that he won’t seriously hurt me.

“We’re about to see how honorable he is.” Yanking on the chain, Pax pulls me from the room, and the trip to the dungeon passes in a terrified blur. By the time we descend the stairs, I’m trembling all over.

There’s something colder than usual about the underground space. Maybe because most of the lights are shut off, and this time, I’m alone with Pax. He strolls across the floor as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

And why should he? He’s the one in control down here, the master of this torture chamber. He glances over his shoulder, sending me a grin I find more terrifying than the harshest scowl. Another ripple of fear shoots through my body.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” he asks, pulling on the chain. My breaths come too rapid; my pulse amps too fast.

I’m alone.

Alone with a monster.

And I’m not prepared for what comes next. He shoves me onto a bench, and a piece of my mind chips away at reality. I close my eyes and block out the chafing texture of the wood under my breasts and belly. Thick buckles surround my wrists and ankles, and a leather strap wraps around my waist. He stands behind me and tugs on the strap, raising my ass in the air.

“If you lower your ass, I’ll whip you, understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

There’s nothing comfortable about this piece of equipment. It was designed to humiliate and punish, immobilizing its victim in the most degrading position imaginable.

Thighs spread.

Ass raised.

Arms rendered useless.

Pax rounds the bench and stalls in front of me. “Do you know why you’re down here?”

I have a strong hunch, but I play dumb as he reaches for his zipper. With a shake of my head, I hold my breath. If I don’t, I might start hyperventilating.

“You’re down here to get ass-fucked.” He exposes his thick cock, aiming the tip at my face. “Some women love the pain these cause.” His fingers caress the spiked piercings surrounding the head.

“Please, no!” My voice comes out high-pitched, any semblance of courage or bravery running in desertion. “You don’t have to do this.”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Shhh, it might not be so bad.” He gestures at his erect cock and the painful-looking piercings there. “Sure, the spikes will hurt like hell, but you’re strong, my queen. I know you can take it…if you decide you want me to fuck you like that.”

I stall on a gasping whimper, searching the calculation in his expression for a sign of false hope. A man like Pax is more than capable of messing with someone’s head just for the fun of it.


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