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)
No one is coming.
I can’t save her.
Can’t stop this.
Fuck!
Sweat poured down my back; my shirt stuck to my skin.
I was hot and cold, calm and crazy.
Not only had I gone mad thinking I could sense Ily without words, but I literally wouldn’t be able to get it up, even if Victor held a gun to my head.
Every urge and need sucked deep, deep in my belly, leaving me flaccid, limp, and sick.
The vodka in my stomach did nothing to take the edge off.
If I wasn’t responsible for Ily, I’d probably do what she suggested and leap off the patio. Then again, if I’d never met her, I wouldn’t be in this unwinnable situation. I wouldn’t have a rebelling heart or a mutinous body. My soul wouldn’t be dying the slowest, blackest death.
Victor padded closer and sat beside me.
He rested his hand on my thigh.
I shook with dripping, feral violence to take his hand and rip it the fuck off me.
“I’m sorry you’re still suffering,” he murmured, squeezing my kneecap. “And I’m sorry if you feel like I’m pushing you too hard, but…I mean it when I say it’s for your own good.” He stroked his palm up my leg.
I turned to stone.
His touch…
His closeness.
Flashbacks of him enjoying a blowjob from Peter crowded my head.
Leaping to my feet, I paced with my hands buried in my hair.
Did he just come on to me?
And if he did…how far would I be willing to go to protect Ily from him?
Offer myself up instead?
Get on my knees and—
“Enough, Henri. Jesus, calm down.” He tracked me as I paced. “You say you don’t need a fuck? I hate to tell you, but you’re beyond need. It’s a matter of survival.” Clicking his fingers, he ordered, “Rachel, come here, please.”
Immediately, his pregnant jewel—fuck, she’s pregnant. He wants me to sleep with a pregnant slave—crawled to us and rested on her knees.
Keeping her chin down and hands loose on her lap, she glowed like an angel in white lingerie. I did my best to see her like the old me would’ve. I would’ve appreciated the fall of her dark hair, the ice of her blue eyes, full breasts, and sultry pink lips.
But nothing.
My cock barely twitched. If anything, it crawled even deeper inside me.
Ily sucked in a breath, wrenching my gaze to her golden ones.
And there it was again.
The heat, the crackle, the profound knowingness and calm.
Just do it. Her eyes narrowed.
I’m okay. Her lips thinned.
I shook my head. I wanted to clean out my ears because no fucking way could those thoughts be real. She wouldn’t give me permission to screw another because no way in hell could I survive the thought of her being with someone else.
That part of the night is already a done deal.
As if Victor snatched that thought out of my head, he huffed and crossed his arms. “I’m getting a little tired of your dramatics, mon ami. In fact, I’m well on my way to becoming offended that you’re not accepting my offer of Rachel. Is she not beautiful to you? Don’t you see the honour I’m giving you?” He canted his head. “Would you prefer Mollie? You won her too, but I’m afraid she’s otherwise disposed with Roland tonight—”
“I told you, Vic.” My voice came out black and thin. “I can’t help how I’m wired. I’m loyal…” My stare snagged with Ily’s again. “I have a crush—”
“A crush?” He burst out laughing. “Oh, dearie me.” Turning on the ball of his foot, he studied me, then Ily, then back to me. “You think you merely have a crush?” Laughing again, he marched into me and grabbed me right between the fucking legs.
“What the actual fuck, Vic?” I shot backward, cursing the sensation of his hand on my cock.
He rubbed his fingertips together. “You’re softer than a slug. Figured as much. Stay there.” Stalking barefoot into his bathroom, he came back a few seconds later. Taking my hand, he smacked a little blue pill into it. “Take this, or I’ll force it down your throat.”
I scowled. “Viagra? No chance—”
“You have three seconds.” Grabbing my abandoned vodka on the coffee table, he forced my fingers around the cool crystal. “Swallow it because I’m not letting you out of my chambers until you’ve fucked Rachel, and I’ve fucked Ilyana.” His smile turned soft and dreamy. “We will enjoy a mutual evening of pleasure, yes? I told you I wouldn’t hurt yours, and you won’t hurt mine. I’ll even let you watch. In fact, we’ll do it together. How about that?” Turning around, he pushed the food-laden coffee table to the edge of the huge circular carpet, leaving the centre free. “We’ll share in our lust right here. No secrets between us. Only fun.” His eyes narrowed. “I won’t ask you again to take that pill, Henri, and I know you’re probably cursing my strictness, but allow me to tell you why you need to do this.”