Page 651 of Coal Hearts

His hips pistoned.

His cock slammed into me, again and again, pinning me against the wooden pole.

I gave up trying to act.

I sank into every thrust and spun into tighter knots.

Who would’ve thought I’d find freedom in captivity?

Who would’ve guessed when my Master used me like he hated me that I would feel such overwhelming love?

“I hate you!” I tried to bite his neck as he rode me harder.

“Hate me all you want,” he grunted, driving deeper, faster. “It won’t stop me from fucking you.”

Victor chuckled.

Henri bit my neck.

And the rest became a supernova.

* * * * *

I shielded my eyes as we stepped into Victor’s private nightclub.

The rainbow flashing strobe lights, hazy air, and scents of sharp alcohol reminded me so much of the night I was stolen that my heart stopped.

My feet stopped too.

Henri turned to face me.

His gaze held matching memories.

The way our eyes had met across the bar.

The way I’d known right there and then that he was different and unique and mine.

Reaching out, he grabbed my hand. Taking a gamble that Victor wouldn’t see as our host and capturer strolled through the elegant chaos, he squeezed my fingers and pressed a fleeting kiss to my lips. “It’s okay. It’s just another night.”

We’d gotten good at ‘just another night’. We dabbled with the toys Victor gave us and sometimes put on a different show, doing our best to prove that Henri felt nothing for me each time he abused me.

So far, we’d won.

Victor continued to be gallant and generous.

We’d headed back to the snuffbox as a foursome two days ago and regularly shared breakfast with him and Rachel in the mornings.

Victor had well and truly bought Henri’s act, and if a trafficking psychopath could be capable of favourites and fondness, he seemed well and truly smitten with Henri.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he even had a crush.

The way he watched Henri sometimes. The pride in his eyes as Henri drew my blood. The joy on his lips as Henri made me beg. Each time my Master whipped me, punished me, or chained me to fuck me, Victor praised his protégé as if he was personally responsible for Henri’s change of heart.

I didn’t care if he thought he was the reason.

I knew the truth.

I knew he was mine and no one else’s.