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)
To know someone else felt betrayed by their own body? To see how she struggled? It bound me to her in entirely different ways.
A fresh surge of fierceness rose inside me.
I pressed a single finger inside her.
She bit her bottom lip all while her hips rocked back, offering more.
“Jesus, Ily.”
Footsteps slowed outside, slicing through whatever magic she’d cast on me, reminding me of my purpose. Of our performance.
She’s just acting, you fool.
She doesn’t want you.
She’s doing what you said!
Ignoring the pinch in my chest, I withdrew my touch and smeared her arousal around the delicate folds of her body.
I reared up behind her.
One hand on her hip, the other on my cock, I prepared to do what was necessary.
Victor appeared, followed by the slave who’d taken Ily away when we first arrived.
“Ah, just in time.” I rocked my hips, pushing in just a little.
Fuck.
Lightning shot down my shaft from her wet, hot heat. How I had the ability to speak when every drop of blood arrowed between my legs, I didn’t know. “You did say I needed an audience to fuck her.” I shrugged, my voice tight and dark. “So…watch me fuck her.”
I looked down.
Ah shit.
The visual of my body on the precipice of sinking into hers threatened to turn me into a demon. The role I was supposed to play flew right out my goddamn head, and I ached to—
“If you fuck her,” Victor hissed, “you’ll be escorted out of my home and forbidden to ever return.”
I froze. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Shifting my hips back, my cock throbbed with frustration. “I’ve been patient. Let me have her.”
Buffing his nails on his shirt, Victor sniffed. “I like you, Henri. I like your fumbling attempts at being free. And I like your honesty. But what I don’t like is your selective hearing. I told you to wait. I told you patience is a virtue. Do you think my strictness stops with my jewels?” His eyes hardened. “You are here by my invitation. All the men currently dwelling in my stronghold are here by my grace. They may indulge in their basest natures and cause pain to those beneath them, but they will never usurp my orders.” Pointing at me, he bared his teeth. “And you, my impatient friend, are going against my orders.”
Ily opened her worried eyes but didn’t rise from the carpet.
With shaking hands, I tucked myself back into my shorts, doing my best to zip up without maiming myself. “That’s the third time you’ve given me blue balls, Victor.” I let fury taint my voice as I climbed stiffly to my feet. “I don’t understand why you keep saying she’s mine to do with what I want, yet whenever I start to accept that, you fucking stop me.”
Victor sighed as if he was the headmaster of this twisted school and I was the unintelligent student. “How many times must I tell you, Ward? She’s new. You’re new. The first fuck is always witnessed.”
“And you were about to fucking witness it,” I snarled. “You and your pet standing next to you.”
“Peter did right by coming to get me.”
“Wait.” I balled my hands. “He snitched on me?”
Ily lifted herself upright, hissing under her breath as she sat on her heels. Her red ass positively glowed against the contrasting paleness of her feet.
She glanced at the slave boy; something unspoken passed between them.
My heart stuttered.
What the hell was that look?
How did they even have a look? She’d been with him being bathed and injected for all of two goddamn minutes.
“He merely knows how I like my guests to behave.” Victor smiled tightly. “Besides, my unscheduled appointment has been dealt with. I’m now free to partake in today’s activities.” Opening his arm and stepping back into the corridor, he added, “Shall we? I approve of you disciplining your jewel and have no doubt she deserved it, but I think a more public space for the next part is warranted, don’t you?”
“You want me to fuck her in front of everyone?”
“Yes. Just as I’ve been saying from the beginning. You can tell a lot about someone from that initial taking, and I have no intention of not watching yours.” His voice turned deceptively quiet. “You do want to become a member of my little club, don’t you? To be granted permanent welcome?”
“You know I do.”
“Well then…play by my rules, and you might just get your wish.” Planting a hand on Peter’s shoulder, he grinned. “Who knows, if you impress me today, I might even be persuaded to allow you part ownership over Ily.”
Peter didn’t react to Victor’s touch. His face remained unreadable, eyes locked on Ily.
A curl of temper rose.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was goddamn jealousy burning in my blood.
Why did Peter look at her that way?
Why did he drink in her bareness as if he’d never seen a naked woman before all while being surrounded by flesh?