Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Victor marched toward me, snatched me around the elbow, and yanked me to my feet. “Take the gift I’m so generously giving you. Fuck my favourite jewel all while I fuck yours. A trade. An exchange. We’ll agree that all other types of play are off the table. I won’t hurt Ilyana, and you won’t hurt Rachel. Tonight is just a simple fuck and—”
“So that’s what this is about?” Henri soared to his feet. “You think you could distract me so you could take what’s mine?”
“No, I’m being courteous by offering to break the rut you’re obviously in. You need to fuck other jewels, mon ami. Monogamy does not work for men like us. Feelings do not work for men like us. They only trap us and make us suffer.”
Grabbing my other elbow, Henri tugged me. “Let her go. I’m open to a night of pleasure, Vic, but if it’s all the same to you, I’ll stick my dick in what belongs to me.”
Victor yanked me back, treating me like a toy two boys wanted. “I’m aware you haven’t had an authority figure for most of your life, Henri, so you’re not used to receiving instructions, but I must warn you, rather carefully, that this is not a negotiation.”
Ripping me out of Henri’s hold, Victor shoved me behind him.
I crashed to my knees beside Rachel.
Grabbing my hand, Rachel hissed into my ear, “I’m sorry. So sorry. I don’t want to. I would do anything to—”
“Enough!” Henri roared. “This isn’t happening. I’ve changed my mind, Victor. I’ll give you whatever you want, but the option of fucking Il—her—is no longer—”
“My dear friend.” Stepping into Henri, Victor grabbed his cheeks.
The shock of Victor holding him so intimately made Henri speechless.
“I know you don’t see it yet, but I’m doing this for your own good.” Kissing Henri on the cheek, Victor whispered, “This is happening. There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. You need a gentle little push, and I’m more than happy to push you. In fact, if the next words out of your mouth are something along the lines of not being able to get it up for anyone other than Ilyana, then I will force a little blue pill down your throat and prove to you that you can and will fuck other people, despite your broken little conscience telling you that you can’t.”
Henri grabbed Victor’s wrists, ready to yank his hold away, but Victor dug his fingernails into his cheekbones. “Don’t make me summon my guards, Mercer. You’re going to do this. You’re going to fuck another all so you can break out of this self-imposed prison, or…I’ll get my guards to beat you to a pulp. A good thrashing would do you the world of good. It might even help you snap.”
Trembling with rage, Henri snarled, “I’m telling you as the winner of that stupid game, I’ll claim the girl I shot the most. Il…fuck…” He swallowed hard and spat, “Ily. I shot Ily. You saw how many bruises she wore. She’s the one I want. The one I’m owed.”
Letting Henri go, Victor splayed his hands. “And I’m not taking away what is rightfully yours. I’m merely sharing. We’re big boys. We can share, can we not? I assure you Rachel is a good fuck. Probably even better than Ilyana. She actually tries to please instead of shutting down and enduring it.”
Inhaling deeply as if Henri still tested his patience, Victor shrugged. “Your choice. Your choice to take the gift I’m so generously giving you and then grant me the same courtesy by offering up what’s yours, or…you can spend the next few weeks nursing a few more bruises. What’s it going to be?”
Henri shot me a look.
I had no idea what went through his head, but he looked as if he was seconds away from either slaughtering Victor or going into cardiac arrest. Balling his hands, he hissed, “Ily’s education is mine. You said it so yourself. As her teacher, I’m not comfortable trading her yet. She’s not obedient enough for you. I fear…” His face twisted with loathing. “I fear she won’t live up to your expectations, and I’ll let you down.”
Victor snickered. “Your concern for my pleasure is touching but never fear.” Stalking toward me, he scooped me from the carpet and dragged me into his arms. “Like I said, tonight we won’t do anything else apart from a quick fuck. I’m tired. I’m jet-lagged. Tomorrow, we’ll play in the snuffbox where I can help guide you with her education. For now, I just want to come so I can sleep soundly.” He pouted as he nuzzled me close. “You won’t deny me a quick release, will you?”
I couldn’t look at Henri.
Couldn’t look at Rachel.
My head filled with static. My heart transformed into a rabbit.