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That tightness belonged to me.

I doubted I'd fit. I doubted I'd get half my dick inside her, but until  I'd had the pleasure of trying, no one else was permitted near her. I  had the scroll giving me power over everyone on that subject-including  my father.

I swallowed hard. The anger watching my brother stick his fucking tongue inside her boiled. I teetered on a dangerous edge.

Pull back.

I couldn't.

I wanted what I wanted, and I'd take what was owed to me.

"You finally understand," I whispered. My voice was thicker, deeper,  overrun with the dark lust that'd been created after her whorish  displays this morning. She'd done this to me. It was her curse to fix  me.

I couldn't look at her without feeling her thrust against my finger. I  couldn't see past the challenge. The building strength in her skinny  frame. She was learning.

I was learning.

We were learning how to play this game together.

She shivered as I dragged my hand down her front, moving lower and  lower. My cock ached for the wet temptation belonging to me. I was  responsible for her.

She'd been through a lot. She'd obeyed even though she'd fought. She'd  kept it together but now she was precariously close to losing it. I  wasn't so heartless to ignore that craving in her eyes. The borderline  insanity of needing a release. Combined with finally seeing proof that  we were the good guys? Well, I owed her.

Just a little.

It was my job to take her to the edge, dangle her for a time, but then  draw her back into safety. My purpose was to bridle everything she was,  so she would do anything I asked.

Glaring into her eyes, I said, "You are mine. I am not your master or  owner or boss. I am the man who controls your entire existence until you  pay off your family's debts. You don't breathe unless I permit it. You  don't move unless I request it. You live a simple life now. One with a  single word you need remember … yes."

My touch skated from her belly to her hips.

She stiffened to a plank. Her gaze left mine, locking on the ornate ceiling.

"Look at me." My voice turned harsh, barbaric beneath its cultured  refinement. "Has it sunk in yet? That I can do anything I want to you?"

She didn't respond-just like she'd been told not to. Silence. Blissful,  blessed silence. She couldn't admonish or argue. She was pliant.  Wondrously pliant.

She deserves a reward.

I tried to hold back.

I didn't want an audience.

But fuck it.

Shoving her higher on the table, I slapped away her position on her  elbows, crashing her spine onto the wood. She cried out, then sucked in a  harsh breath.

I grabbed her legs, forcing them wide.

Her pink flesh invited me, glistening, not from other men's tongues, but  arousal. Arousal for me. Arousal that I intended to take advantage of.

Grabbing an untouched glass of water from a Diamond brother, I dumped the liquid all over Nila's pussy.

She cried out; legs trying to scissor. But I didn't let her move.

The water trickled through her dark hair, pooling beneath her. It wasn't  enough, but it washed at least some of the men's spit away.

I only wanted to taste her.

Hooking my hands beneath her hips, I held her tight.

"No. Don't-"

Too fucking late.

With a fleeting smile, I captured her swollen cunt in my mouth.

The moment my tongue shot out, pressing firm and hard, she arched off the table.

"Ah!" Her mouth hung wide, her neck straining as every muscle shot into  stark relief. Her black hair fanned out on the table, sliding against  her shoulders as she writhed on the wood.

Snapping my fingers, I glared at two Diamond brothers. They leapt to attention, grabbing her wrists and holding her down.

She squirmed. She fought. But my fingers only bit harder into her arse, keeping her pinned wide and open.

My fucking brother didn't have the right to tongue-fuck her.

But I did.

I hadn't planned on giving her such a reward, but … it wasn't just her getting off on this.

The power. The submission. Her taste. Her damn fucking taste.

I showed too much. I let go of my tight restraint and drank.

She groaned as I shifted a hand, holding her hipbone hard on the table.  Then she whimpered. My tongue became my weapon of choice as I licked  downward. No hesitation. No teasing.

I was there for one goal.

Her goal.

My eyes rolled back as I plunged my tongue inside her tight hot warmth.

Fuck me.

"God!" Her hips tried to run from my invasion. Her mouth opened wide; her ribcage visible as her lungs strained to breathe.

I set a pace no one would be able to ignore.

I fucked her. There was no other word for how I drove my tongue in and  out, fast and possessive. The muscles in her belly clenched. She panted,  she moaned, then she screamed.

She gave up the fight, giving into me.

A spasm of pre-cum dampened my jeans as her hips shot upward, her clit brushing against my nose.

Her body twisted, trying to get her hands free, but the brothers wouldn't let her go.

She turned wild. Seeking. Demanding. The same sexual creature from the stables.

I couldn't breathe without dragging her scent into my lungs. I couldn't  swallow without drinking her. And I couldn't fucking think without  wanting to tear off my jeans and plunge deep inside her.

My tongue worked faster, the tips of my teeth gracing her pussy lips as I drove deeper than I'd ever gone before.

I ate her. I fucked her. I owned her.

Her tight pussy squeezed my tongue, begging for more.

I'll give you more.

I'd given her too much already.

Fuck.

Her legs suddenly latched around my ears, grinding herself onto my face.

She moaned hard; a breathless beg on her lips. I couldn't stop myself.

My tongue drove harder; my head bobbed faster.

She unravelled.

She combusted.

She screamed as she came on my tongue.





OH, MY GOD.

Oh, my God.

It didn't. It couldn't. He didn't. I couldn't.

What the hell did I just do?

Jethro stood straight, breathing hard. His eyes were tight; his mouth drenched and red.

My cheeks flamed, heart racing like I'd run ten kilometres.

What was that?

What magic did he possess that made me throw away self-consciousness,  decorum, and hatred? How could I squirm that way? Sound that way? Come  that way?

I came.

He made me come.

My captor shot me free for one blissful second, granting me something no  one else had. The sparks and waves and mind-twisting delicious  clenching. I wanted more. I wanted it now.         

     



 

Jethro wiped his mouth, trying unsuccessfully to hide the lust glowing  in his eyes. He'd given, not taken. He'd done what he said.

I'll wipe it all away.

The only thing I could focus on was him. The room of men didn't matter.  Their tongues and touches and pleasantly whispered thank yous were gone.  Burned to a crisp thanks to the nuclear explosion he'd set off. I was  no longer at the mercy of the room. I owned the room.

Then everything came crashing back.

My first orgasm was given by a man whose father killed my mother.

My privacy had been completely stripped by the man who'd stolen me from my family.

He'd made me sleep with dogs.

He played with my head.

He didn't give a damn about me.

Why was he so clever? So perfectly designed for this game?

I struggled to sit up. The two men holding my wrists let me go, and I  shot into a sitting position, wrapping arms around my torso.

The hot sparkly burst that made everything so inconsequential faded with  every rapid heartbeat. It was like being in the eye of the storm.  Jethro granted me silence. He'd shared his heavenly silence and quieted  my mind from everything I was feeling.

But now the storm gathered strength, howling, twisting, sucking me back up the funnel of horrors.

Eyes.

So many eyes upon me. Paintings and real. Men who'd seen me naked. Men  who'd licked every inch. Men who didn't care if I lived or died.

You let him control you.

You let your body rule your mind.

You let yourself down.

Crushing grief swamped me. I couldn't be there another moment. I  couldn't sit there with residual sparks shivering in my core. I couldn't  pretend that everything was acceptable.

Jethro smirked, his breathing calmed as he dragged large hands through  his hair. My heart broke into shards. How could he give me something so  incredible all while hating me? His mercurial moods, his unreadable  face-it confused me. Even worse, it upset me.

Visceral repulsion and horror howled through me as the storm grew in  strength. My lungs seized as I flew up the dark wall of wind.

The compliant prisoner disappeared under a tsunami of rage. This wasn't okay. None of this was okay. This is not okay!

Balling my hands, I scooted off the table. Keeping my distance from  Jethro, I bared my teeth at him-the first male to drive me up a mountain  I'd never leapt off before.

Him.

He'd had no right to make me come. To give me a gift not out of kindness  but control. He'd proven a valuable lesson. He could make me do  anything he wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.

His eyebrow quirked; chin tilted with arrogance. He didn't say a word,  moving to lean against the door with his hands jammed in his pockets. He  gave nothing away. No hint at how he felt watching other men use me. No  clue as to what he was thinking when he made me come.

I was his to repay this horrible ludicrous debt. But he didn't seem to care.

And that was what broke my heart.