"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　Nicholas might have forbidden me from my favorite toys, but there was something beautiful about watching her skin redden where I marked her. The vibrant red clashing with her paleness.


　　"Arch your back more," I demanded. I emphasized my words with a slap to her blossoming red ass. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. Her juices coated my mouth. All I wanted was to take her, take all of her. But I was enjoying this moment before.


　　Erina obeyed me, arching her back up like a cat. "Like this?" she questioned, glancing over her shoulder and worrying her bottom lip.


　　If she wasn't careful, she'd cause that thin skin to split and her blood would pool on that little lip of hers. I closed my eyes, moaning at the imagery. I wouldn't spill enough to kill or hurt. No, I'd focus on just that sweet drop or two to soothe the beast that wanted all of his Bunny. She would always be my prey.


Chapter 34