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Do we have a choice?
Victor manhandled me until I stood at a good striking distance. The pit enveloped me with its icy draft and cold stone. “Now, I’m being lenient with your requests for her to fight back. But I hope you realise I won’t tolerate you being in love with her. You need to do whatever it takes to break that little disease. Your loyalties are to me and only to me, and love will only—”
“Love?” I laughed mockingly. “Yeah, about that. You’re wrong, Vic. You completely got the wrong end of the stick last night.” I shook my head with another chuckle. “I’m not in love with her. I don’t care about her apart from how hard she can make me blow.”
I didn’t look anywhere near Ily.
I wouldn’t be able to hide the truth if I did.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “How would you explain your feelings for her, then?”
“I dunno. You tell me. I was under the impression it was an obsession. A fascination maybe? Definitely possession.” I smirked. “Could even be a delusion at this point.”
He cocked his head. “I fear you doth protest too much, my friend.”
“Nah.” I shrugged. “Just trying to figure it out for myself. I’m hardwired to fixate on one person. The thought of sharing that one person makes me aggressive. But if I find a better person, then…” I splayed my hands. “I’m open.”
He studied me carefully. A bit too carefully. Finally, he pursed his lips and nodded. “I suppose time will tell. For now, I’ll permit your closeness as it seems to be helping your evolution but the day I suspect you’re lying, well…I have a particular game in mind. For both of you.”
I ignored the urge to gulp. “Sounds good.”
“Okay then…” He smiled widely and stepped back. “In your own time, Henri. I trust you’ll figure out how to whip your jewel while I play with mine. By the way…” Tapping my chin, he pushed up.
I fought him, but he just clucked his tongue and forced my eyes to rise to the domed, gemstone-painted ceiling.
I stiffened.
Lounging on metal walkways above, two guards with sniper rifles resting by their feet waved.
Whispering in my ear, Victor said, “I value our friendship and no longer doubt you, but…I never said I trust you. For future reference—so we can continue to play with ease—just know we’re never alone. I hope that isn’t a problem for you.”
He let me go, and I acted my fucking ass off. “Not a problem at all. I think you’re wise to protect yourself. From what I witnessed in Emerald Bruises, your other guests are deranged.”
He laughed loudly. “Yes, you’re quite right. They are. And that’s what makes you so special.” Smacking a kiss on my cheek, he backed away. “Right, I’ll let you have your fun. Don’t hesitate to—ah! I almost forgot!”
Ah fucking hell, now what?
“Rachel, come here, my sweetling,” he called.
Climbing elegantly to her feet, Rachel padded toward us, her teal dressing gown swaying. “Yes, Sir V?”
“Show Henri your scars from the last time we played this game.”
Without a word, she untied her sash and spread her legs.
I gritted my teeth as memories of last night came back all over again.
“See?” Victor grabbed her knee and opened her legs a little wider. On the creamiest part of her inner thigh, hidden from view and rather close to her pussy, five thick lines glittered blue in the low light.
What the fuck?
Pulling a small vial out of his pocket, Victor tossed it to me.
I caught it by instinct, narrowing my eyes at the sparkly powder. “What’s this?”
“I told you.” He let Rachel go. “It’s my personal favourite of all the games we play here. I only let a few indulge because frankly, the dust is expensive, and I don’t like others marking my property.” Tapping the tiny bottle, he added, “First you cut them, then you scar them. This is the pigment that makes those scars shimmer.”
Shaking the vial, I scowled. “That’s why you call it Sapphire Scars?”
