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“What is it, sweetie?” Angelo whispered. “Why are you awake?”

“Where are Master Brooks and Lord Elliot?”

Angelo drew me close. “They’re with Heath. They’re safe, don’t worry. Sleep, little pet.”

But the toe-curling wail was now ingrained in my memory.

And so it went on.

They told me not to worry, to just sleep, so I stopped asking.

Every few nights, one or two of the omegas would leave with His Lordship. Then their cries could be heard from behind the closed door at the end of the hallway. Shrill, painful cries, different from the sounds of pleasure they made during fucking.

Then His Lordship would carry them back to bed, unconscious. The next day, everything seemed well; the omegas were happily joking and playing games, and nobody ever said a thing about what happened in the Red Room.

I hoped I’d get used to it. I didn’t need to know what was happening. Not really. I tried to convince myself to let it go, but the unanswered questions wouldn’t stop nagging at me.

One night, His Lordship carried Angelo back to bed. He laid the omega on the pillow, about to climb onto the covers next to him.

Maybe it was because I had been too sleepy to control myself, or maybe I’d gotten emboldened by the praise and love I’d received. Whatever the reason, I sat up and gazed at His Lordship.

His Lordship put a finger over his lips. “Quiet, little pet. Angelo needs to rest.”

“Is he sick?”

“No, pet, don’t worry. Angelo is just sleepy.”

But I did worry, and His Lordship must have seen it. He climbed over Angelo’s limp form to get to me. He lay by my side and hugged me.

“Trouble sleeping?” he asked.

I gave him a single nod.

“Spread your legs for me, little pet.”

I parted my thighs, and His Lordship moved on top of me and settled between them. He guided his cock into my body and began thrusting slowly. The familiar fullness and friction made me sigh with pleasure.

“Stay quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “We don’t have to wake everyone.”

Braced on his elbows, he caged my head between his arms and covered my face with kisses as he made love to me. My heart beat so hard it felt like my body was pulsing with it. I adored this man—wanted nothing more than to please him, be filled by him, belong to him completely.

“You don’t have to worry, my sweet Sesto,” His Lordship whispered. “All my omegas are healthy and happy. You see it yourself, don’t you? I love my omegas, and I love you, too. You’re safe. Nobody will ever hurt you. Not on my watch. Do you trust me?”

I did. I wanted to. Every word soothed me, every touch ignited me—but a tiny knot of doubt remained in my gut.

I didn’t understand the things happening around me, but I wanted to believe His Lordship so badly.

His Lordship fucked me for a long time, slowly and thoroughly, his cock reaching so deep, I felt pressure in my ribcage. He muffled my moans with deep kisses, and I climaxed three times in a row.

When His Lordship’s seed spilled into me, warmth flooded my limbs—but the doubt didn’t go away. It simply went quiet, for now.

The next day, His Lordship called me into his study. That had never happened before, not since the day I’d been offered the work of the upper-floor servant. It seemed like eons ago.

I looked around helplessly and asked Angelo what I should wear. Angelo shrugged, smiling.

“Go as you are.”

And so, I walked into the grand study in only tiny satin panties. His Lordship patted his thigh, and I sat on his lap.