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“I’m sorry,” I say, knowing it’s all I can do for her. If she’s been sold, touched by men, and forced to do worse—there’s nothing I can do for her.
She laughs and licks her lips with lust flickering in her eyes. “I’m not—I just wish the goods weren’t so damaged so I could enjoy you more.”
I close my mouth. At least it’s clear she wants this. It somehow makes it easier that no one is forcing her to do this.
I look over her shoulder to where Rialta is sitting and find her still sipping her wine like it’s the only thing in the room she can focus on. She wants to stop this but can’t. I know her. I love her. She loves me despite all the pain. I probably deserve all the pain, but I’m still sorry.
Sorry for what I’ve put her through.
Sorry that she’s being forced to watch another woman touch me.
Sorry that I can’t protect her.
“I’m sorry,” I say, looking at Rialta, knowing it doesn’t come close to the apology she deserves.
And then I feel the redhead’s hand on my dick.
So all my nerve endings aren’t completely fried—fuck.
I wish I could say I don’t feel the woman’s hand stroking up and down my shaft, pulling blood into the only part of my body that has managed not to go numb, but I feel it. The smooth pressure of her hand and the tingling starting in my balls and running through me as she strokes me.
But I’m also tired and wiped out. And while I’m growing hard under her touch, it’s a slow process. Even with the women on either side kissing my ears, neck, and lips, my body is taking a long time to respond. The longer it takes, the more tired I become.
I close my eyes, knowing I have no choice but to sleep through it. I wish I could stay strong for Rialta. I wish I could show her that I only have desire for her, but it’s probably better for her to see me as a corpse instead of her previous lover.
“Inject him,” Andrea says.
“No,” I whisper, but it manages to get trapped in the back of my throat.
One of Andrea’s men walks forward. My head is jerked to one side, and the sharp pierce of a needle roughly punctures my neck before cool liquid fills my veins.
He releases my head abruptly, and the women stop their groping. Their stares never leave me, though. The room is quiet—watching, waiting for something to happen.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
One breath, two, three…
Maybe…it won’t work.
Maybe whatever drug he injected me with won’t have the intended effect on me.
My eyelids are heavy and close with a thud. My head hangs, and I’m pretty sure a snore escapes. I’m two seconds away from falling asleep naked in this chair when my head jolts upright.
I snarl at the man that jerked my head up as my neck aches from the whiplash, but there is no man there. The cool liquid turns to warm as it races through my body. I pull at the ropes binding me to the chair, desperate to break free. My skin crawls with fierce hotness I can’t explain, and I have this intense desire to jump up, start running, and never stop. I feel like I could run an entire marathon and not even break a sweat.
What the fuck did the monster inject me with?
I find Andrea across the room, and I know what he did. The amused look on his face tells me exactly what’s about to happen. I may be a dead man, but I’m going to find a way to kill him.
And then I feel their hands on me.
I don’t even have time to suck in a breath before the rage takes over, and I’m pulling with a hulk-like strength to get out of the bindings. I need away from their touch. They can’t touch me. They have no right. I belong to Rialta. I’m hers, only hers.
But the grip on my cock tightens, sliding up and down my slick shaft, and kisses pepper my jawline from each side as hands slide up and down my pecs and abs.
I glare at Andrea—focusing all of my rage on him. I need the fury to keep me grounded and to give me enough strength to break free.
I can’t focus on what they are doing to me. And I sure as hell can’t look at Rialta. I need to stay in control. I don’t want to let my body take over. I don’t want to feel this…
