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That was different.
Is it?
Murder was murder.
A life was a life.
“I seem to have been one of my father’s favourites,” Henri finally muttered. “He made me…help.”
“Ah! That explains your needs, then. I can imagine—from what I heard about him and his harem—that my island must feel familiar. A coming home of sorts.”
“You could say that.” Henri flicked me an unreadable glance.
Victor clapped his hands, making me jump. “I want to hear all about your memories, mon ami. Not because I wish to upset you by dragging up a childhood you refused to recall but because it has become my own personal task to make you happy. I will teach you how to shed the parts of yourself holding you back. I will give you the same joy you touched the night you finished Ruby Tears. That freedom can be yours again. You only need to reach out and claim it.”
Henri didn’t say anything as Victor stood and stretched, his satin pyjama pants revealing every part of him.
He was hard.
And not wearing any underwear, judging by the grotesque outline.
“But right now, I’m hungry for a different sort of delicacy.” Bending over Rachel, he cupped her cheek. “I’m going to be rather possessive of you now I’ve accepted the gift you’re giving me. For the next year, you will serve no one but me. However…” His navy eyes flickered to Henri. “There is a matter of a small debt, and I don’t like IOU’s hanging over me. So…for tonight only, I will share.”
Every bone in my body locked.
Rachel sucked in a breath. “Sir V?”
Pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her mouth, Victor stood and crossed his arms. “Master H won you in Emerald Bruises. You wear his fading marks even now. Please allow him to claim his prize and make him as happy as you make me.”
Rachel shot me a horrified look but bowed her chin and nodded. “Yes, Sir V. Forgive me, Sir V, but…are you asking me to present to Master H?”
Victor nodded with a chill. “I am. Allow my friend to fuck you. Accept a part of his darkness so he can breathe a little easier. And if you please him, I’ll order your favourite caramel crème cheesecake and draw you a bath so you can soak away his cum before those swimmers get anywhere near my baby.”
My heart literally splashed onto the dirty stain on the carpet.
Raw, stinging tears cut my eyes.
I loved Rachel as much as I loved Peter.
She was my friend.
She was a prisoner.
But the thought of her sleeping with Henri?
She…she can’t.
He’s mine.
He’s…
My lungs stuck together.
A panic attack hotter and darker than the one that’d smothered me in the library that first day threatened to make me hyperventilate.
Henri.
Henri with Rachel.
