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“Fuck you,” I gasped. “Fuck you all.”
I slowly slid my fingers free, lifting them to my mouth. Salty, sweet. I liked my own taste. My eyes focused, finding the tiny hint of black peeking out from under the edge of the pillow.
I didn’t want to move, but I did, stretching up to snag the edge of the garment and dragged it free…lifting it into the air in front of me.
This wasn’t lingerie. This was pure fucking entertainment…his entertainment.
The high-waisted harness panties were mostly straps at the back. Thick around the waist to dive down to thin straps, they were supposed to hug my hips. I was guessing the two plunging ones were supposed to crest the curve of my ass and dive underneath, perfect to pull me open.
He wanted me to wear this.
No, hedemandedI wear this.
For my humiliation and nothing more. Because he couldn’t break the contract. If he did, then I’d be gone for good. That’s all that stood between me, that monster, and the stark white walls of The Order. One pathetic slip of paper and his goddamn signature.
I bet I’d even hate his fucking scrawl.
WasLondon St. James a man of honor? No. But he was a man of consequence. I swallowed hard, still feeling the strength of his grip around my throat. That I already knew. Break his oath to the monsters who ran The Order and there’d be hell to pay.
I stared at the flimsy mess in my hand.
If he wasn’t prepared to break the contract…
Then why the hell did he want me to wear this?
I’ll take you down to the basement.
His threat still lingered.
He might not be able to invade my body, but that wouldn’t stop him from degrading me in other ways. London was a man hellbent on my destruction. The only question was, would he claim my desire as well?
ELEVEN
Caleb
“Tobias?”Ryth called and stumbled forward.“Tobias!”
I just stared at my brother on the ground, trying to figure it out. “What happened?” Fear kicked in, making me reach behind and grab the gun from the waistband of my pants before I spun, searching the empty parking lot for movement. “Was he hit?”
Nick let out a snarl and lunged, falling to his knees beside T.
“Nick!”I roared. “Was he fucking hit?”
Ryth looked up at him as she gripped Tobias’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back. I risked a glance, searching my brother’s chest for blood until Nick blocked my view. “He hasn’t been hit. He hasn’t…been hit.”
I sucked in hard breaths as his words hit home.Jesus…Still, I didn’t trust anyone, not any more. Not where my family was concerned. I aimed the muzzle towards the rig parked outside and swung to the darkened tree line that surrounded the diner.
“Tobias,” Ryth pleaded. “Can you hear me?Please, say something.”
“We need to get him to the car.” Nick glanced my way. “You need to help me.”
Tobias’s breaths were so shallow his chest barely moved. Christ, he didn’t look good. No, he didn’t look good at all. I gave a small nod, tucked the gun back into my waistband, and headed for them.
Nick was still hurt. The stab wound in his side was barely even stitched. There was no way I was letting him hurt himself more. “I’ll grab his shoulders, you take his feet.”
“Give me the keys, Nick.” Ryth pushed up from the ground and held out her hand. “I’ll open the doors.”
He searched his pockets, handing them over before she hurried away to where the car was parked alongside the diner.
