Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Well then.” Victor sniffed. “Get it up and prove to me that every part of you belongs to me. Even that.”
The man holding me scooped me from the floor and tossed me over his head like a dead carcass.
Vertigo made me dizzy.
My heartbeat gushed in my ears.
I tried to calm myself with tricks and concentration. I begged white light and grounding cords to keep me sane. But the hood’s darkness and the island’s cruelty and Henri’s suffering and Peter’s whipping—
I-I can’t.
For the first time in my life, I couldn’t find that pocket of peace.
I couldn’t stop myself from panicking and choking and reaching the end of my very frayed, very broken tether.
“Good boy,” Victor cooed.
Henri groaned again.
And my heart shattered.
What was happening?
What was Victor doing to him?
Henri.
God, I’m so sorry.
Peter.
God, I’m so, so sorry.
This is all my fault.
All of it—
“Remember. Make a sound, and Peter pays the price,” Victor murmured. “Go. Take her.”
The man carrying me over his shoulder lumbered forward and slapped my ass.
No. Wait. Don’t—
It took all my willpower not to cry out.
Not to scream and shout and beg.
But I would never forgive myself if Peter was maimed because of me.
So I choked on all those words.
I gagged on all my screams.
With tears flowing the wrong way from being upside down, I sniffed and trembled as the man carried me somewhere, tossed me onto my feet, and wrenched the tight silver teddy that I’d worn every night since this torture began over my hips.
Baring me, he picked me up again, spread my legs, and made me kneel.
Tears poured down my cheeks as he arranged me over someone and pushed my shoulders down.
No.
Please.
Something hard and unequivocally male pressed against my core.
No.
Despair echoed in my bones, my blood.
Horror and panic howled in my lungs as an unseen man penetrated me against my wishes.
My head tipped forward as shock pushed me toward faintness.
Black spots and weakness.
I ran toward them.
If I passed out, I wouldn’t know.
I wouldn’t have to feel everything…endure anything.
Unlike the last time Victor raped me, the blinding hood ensured I watched far too closely. Not having my sight made all my other senses explode.
I felt the man’s heat.
I heard his gasped grunt.
Our skin touched; our bodies merged.
And I didn’t want it.
Stop—
But the man kept pushing me down, forcing me lower and lower—impaling me onto some Master’s erection. Gifting me to someone against my will. Against my knowledge. Against my very sanity.
My body pinched and pained at the invasion.
Not ready.
Not wet.
It hurt.
Everything hurt.
The scream percolated inside me until it drew blood.
But I didn’t let it free.
I wouldn’t be the reason Peter lost his tongue.
I was stronger than this.
Braver than this.
But…as the unseen man’s thick, hard cock spread and took me, as he groaned as my body unwillingly let him in, as the man forcing me to sit over him let me go…my scream switched into something else.
Something savage and strange.
Brilliant and blinding.
I froze.
I quietened my terror and listened instead of watched.
I listened to his heartbeat, his soul.
And I knew.
I knew who it was.
I knew, and I was no longer afraid…
Chapter Twelve
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Henri
THE FIRST SENSATION OF A WOMAN’S tight heat around me was worse than all the whippings of yesterday. The lack of wetness; the pinching tightness as someone pushed her down over me.
She didn’t want this.
I didn’t want this.
I’d struggled to get it up.
It’d taken every trick in the book. Every memory of Ily. Every desire I held for her just to manage a half-hearted erection with my body on the brink of breaking.
But it’d been enough.
Victor hadn’t hacked off my balls at least.
But then…I’d been given my ‘reward’.
A reward that now sat stiff and silent on my lap. My body deep inside hers. My heart thundering with wrongness.
I felt so sorry for whoever had been chosen to take me.
I felt endlessly sad for Ily having to watch and myself for having to participate.
I would rather die than betray her.
To end my life before Victor could think of other ways to torture us.
I didn’t move a single muscle.
I willed my cock to deflate.
I wanted to forget, to pass out…
Only…
Soft, gentle hands landed on my lower belly.
I flinched as a zing of hot energy shot through me.
Energy that fed me better than any banquet from Victor’s kitchens.
Energy I recognised.
It can’t be…
Why would he—?
She stroked me gently, tentatively, teasing with the lower wrap of my bandages.
The softest cry escaped her.
And in a heart-blazing supernova, I knew.
Ily.
Fuck, Ily.
My cock leapt inside her.
Every shred of strength I had left arrowed between my legs and worshipped the girl I’d missed with every fucking piece of me.
So close.
On top of me.
Here.
With me.
Fuck.
I groaned around my gag.
My ears rang to hear her voice.
But she didn’t make a sound.
Pushing up with my foot planted on the floor, I arched my hips in question.
She moaned and sat heavier over me, wriggling a little to find that perfect welcome. Her dryness swelled to wetness, coating both of us in delicious silky warmth.