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)
I stopped existing as a man and accepted my place because I needed to protect Ily.
Out of all the Masters I could have had, Victor was true to his word. Even if that word was psychotic.
He didn’t once lay a finger on her if I jumped to his command. He barely even looked at her as long as I behaved. He never gave her to another Master, and she and Peter spent most of their time chained to the wall of the ballroom or in their quarters, far away from me.
“You’ve done so well these past few weeks, my pet,” Victor crooned, tucking my longer hair behind my ear. “I keep waiting for you to snap, but I do believe you’re truly in love with that girl if you’re willing to go this far for her.”
I kept my chin down.
Bile gushed up my throat.
“You haven’t earned my trust yet, but…I do believe you’re ready for the next stage of your training.” Victor wiped his hands on his napkin.
I hid my flinch.
Up till now, my lessons had been purely physical in their abuse.
Whippings, floggings, beatings.
Not a single whiff of sexual prostitution or pushing me into places I honestly didn’t know if I would survive.
“You’re aware Rachel will soon be unavailable as she nears her time of delivery. And I’ve promised her—for being such a good jewel—that I won’t touch her for two months after she has given birth to my son.”
My heart stopped.
I almost retched the steak back up.
Physical abuse I could handle.
His psychological warfare of holding Ily’s life over me slowly undid me as a man, but hearing his unspoken promise—the images he painted in my head—
“I will need a replacement while Rachel heals. It’s serendipitous that you’ve become so obedient.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
“I don’t think you’re ready to give yourself to me completely yet,” Victor murmured. “But…let’s test if you’re ready for those games to begin, hmm?” Pushing away from the table, he pointed at his fly. At the hardness hidden behind it. At the cock I wanted to eviscerate.
“A tiny request, my dear sweetling.” He chuckled under his breath. “Like I said, I don’t trust you to put my entire dick in your mouth, so for tonight, just remove me gently and…kiss me.”
I gagged on sour spit.
My jaw clenched to bite.
Kiss him?
Kiss that part of him?
Fuck no.
Jesus no.
Images of slicing my teeth through his cock and making him bleed consumed—
“Ah, ah, don’t you think I can’t see your thoughts?” His hand lashed out and grabbed my chin. Wrenching my eyes to his, he smirked. “I see them clear as day.”
His fingers dug painfully into my cheeks.
His eyes flashed pure evil as he hissed, “Ferdinand, would you be so kind to take Ilyana on stage? You have my permission to fuck her and then cut off her tits with your steak knife if Henri even twitches wrong.”
No—
“Be my pleasure, Vic.” The sound of wood on wood screeched as Ferdinand shoved his chair back and stalked toward where Ily was chained to the wall. I didn’t dare look at her but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab her, unhook her, then drag her tripping onto the stage.
She squeaked in pain as he shoved her against the same pole Victor had chained me to for forty-eight hours when this all began.
“I’m ready when you are, Vic.”
“Excellent.” Letting my cheeks go, Victor reclined and shrugged. “If you so much as think of biting me, my pet, you can watch my friend cut off your lover’s very nice breasts, and then I will personally feed them to you for breakfast.”
Ily cried out as Ferdinand grabbed her left breast.
Pure homicidal rage crackled like lightning in my body. “Don’t you fucking—”
Electricity.
Hot, vicious, biting electricity.
Seconds or minutes or hours.
I could never tell.
The pain stopped as suddenly as it’d begun.
I lay on my side, gasping, twitching, my entire body fried with maiming power.
“Try again.” Victor tapped his shiny shoe against my bare hip. “What were you going to say?”
It took every willpower to push upright with shaking arms and kneel before him again. Swallowing every shred of self-respect, I bowed my head and said, “You know you don’t have to threaten me.”
Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Every part of me recoiled, but I didn’t pull away.
“Do you think I’m bluffing?” He smiled. “Do you think I believe this little act that you’ve perfected? That you truly are this docile?”
“No.”
“No what?”
I swallowed back all my hatred. “No, Sir V.”
That title.
That respect.
It burned my tongue.
It made me sick.
One day, I would kill him.
The day I couldn’t protect Ily anymore. The day she was free from this place…I would fucking slaughter him. Slowly. Mercilessly. Messily.
“You’re aware that I will eventually have to dispatch Ily to break the rest of you, yes?”
My eyes flashed to his. “Hurt her, and you’ll see just how much you need her to keep me in line.”