Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“She is and you can.” Victor held out a black box. “But you can wait a few hours to get everything sorted. She’s not going anywhere. For now…here.”
I scrambled to my feet, pushing my flimsy rose-gold skirt back into position and making sure my top covered my traitorous hard nipples. Goosebumps covered my arms. I didn’t know if it was from Henri’s barbaric kiss or the dampness of the dew.
“What is it?” Henri asked, accepting the box.
Victor swayed toward me, brushing a couple of wildflowers from my grass-smudged hair.
I fought my shudder at having him touch me.
“Open it. It’s for Ily. I usually reserve the right to do this part myself but…I’m finding you both rather entertaining. The unwilling Master slowly breaking and the unbroken slave slowly wanting.”
I gasped as his hand suddenly dropped from my hair and cupped my breast. “You’re in heat, my pet. I can see that fire as plain as day in your eyes.”
“Don’t touch me.” I tripped backward, but Victor’s fingernails sank into my feminine flesh, making me wince and freeze.
Henri went rigid, his eyes darkening.
“I’m glad to see your body is already betraying you,” Victor murmured. “Soon, you won’t remember a time when you weren’t in a permanent state of arousal. I’m told it’s far more addictive than any drug.” He grinned and ran his thumb over my nipple. All the awful lust Henri conjured died a quick, icy death. “You’ll do whatever it takes to be filled. And lucky for you, there will be many cocks to ease that empty, clenching desperation.”
“You’re sick.” I swatted at his hand.
“I’m hard. But I find anticipation the best type of foreplay.” Victor’s vise-like grip let go.
I darted away.
I didn’t look behind me. I should’ve looked behind me. I slammed like an idiot into Roland’s awaiting arms.
“Hi.” His large belly bent me backward as his arms snapped tight around me. His hands clamped onto both my breasts, squeezing painfully. “My turn for a squeeze.”
I flinched.
Henri shifted toward us, his knuckles white around the box. “Roland—”
“Nice handful. Natural. What colour are your nipples I wonder?” Roland kissed my cheek, holding me tight as I struggled.
“Let go of me!”
“You heard her,” Henri snarled. “She’s mine.”
“Now, now, Henri, possessiveness will not do in Joyero. You have first right, but she’s for everyone to enjoy.” Victor’s voice hardened. “All my guests understand this. There are no favourites or singular jewels. You come to play with all my gems, not just one.”
My eyes locked with Henri’s.
We were strangers.
Utterly unknown yet disturbingly drawn to one another.
I feared him just as much as I feared these other men, but I couldn’t deny I already looked to him for safety.
As twisted as that was.
As messed up and ill-advised, I trusted him to use me but not break me.
You’re still just as stupid as you were in the club.
Henri’s face twisted with fury as Roland ran his disgusting tongue up my neck and bit my ear.
I cringed. “Fuck you.”
“I wonder how long that fighting spirit will last,” Roland breathed. “I hope I’m the one to finally break it.”
“I suggest you get your motherfucking hands off her, Olivan, or I’ll do it for you,” Henri growled.
Victor sighed heavily and shook his head. “What did I just say, Ward?” Marching toward Henri, he stole the box back and clucked his tongue. “I won’t put up with caveman shit in my home.” Brushing past Henri, Victor glanced at Roland holding me. “Don’t let her go.”
“I don’t plan on it.” Roland rocked his pelvis into my ass, making my entire body crawl. His erection dug uncomfortably against my tailbone. Shivers broke out down my spine.
Henri balled his hands.
He bristled and seethed but didn’t move as Victor stopped before me and cracked open the box.
I sucked in a breath.
No.
He can’t.
My eyes shot to Henri who stepped forward. His nostrils flared as he studied the three circlets nestled in black velvet. “You collar all your jewels?”
“Of course.” Victor nodded smoothly. “Hold this.” Passing Henri the open box again, he took out one of the smaller cuffs. “Give me your left arm, Ily.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked with ice.
“Then I will toss a condom at Roland here and let him fuck you.”
Henri sucked in a breath; air refused to enter my lungs.
“It would be my pleasure.” Roland snickered. Grabbing my left wrist, he shoved my arm forward. “Cuff or my cock. Your choice.”
All my power was stolen by images of abuse and assault from faceless men.
How many times would they expect me to submit?
How many men were members?
How long would I last before I lost every inch of my sanity?
Tears burned my eyes as the golden cuff snapped around my wrist. Tight but not too tight, cool but quickly warming, far too thick to be broken.
“The other one if you will, Roland.”
With a chuckle, Roland shoved my right arm forward. The clink of my gemstone bracelets mocked me. Each one I’d carefully selected for our trip. Moonstone for safety while travelling. Rose quartz to open my heart to repairing things with Sam. Howlite to help me sleep in strange places, and black tourmaline to protect me from other’s negative energies.