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“Good girl,” Weylen rumbles. He’s taken a seat on Drystan’s left. My pussy clenches at his words, heat shooting through me like a meteor across the night sky.
“There is a very important event happening next week,” Drystan murmurs, his rough voice settling over my skin, sending my body thrumming. “I expect you to obey and represent the King name with the utmost respect and decorum. No matter what you see or hear. Even if you do not agree. You are a representation of us, and if you fail, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
I swallow hard, biting down on my lower lip.
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” Asher corrects quietly, but the fire in his eyes speaks volumes.
“Yes, sir.”
Asher gives me a pleased smile, but Drystan is still stone cold.
“This is something that needs to be taken seriously, Thalia,” he growls, the sounds sending a shiver up my spine, the hairs on my neck standing on end. The predator inside him is brimming at the surface, his aura glowing darkly. There’s a small voice whispering inside me saying that I should be afraid. That I should cower. But I don’t. Because somehow, his darkness plays well with the pit of darkness that wallows inside me. They’re not the same kind of inky blackness, but they recognize that they’re similar beasts.
“I understand, sir,” I placate him. The three Kings exchange a look I can’t decipher. Drystan leans forward, capturing my chin in his iron grip.
“I don’t think you do,” he warns. “Your piece of shit sperm donor never exposed you to the darker side of the underworld, little lamb. It isn’t a place of magic and fairy tales. There is no light. It’s rough, cut-throat brutality at its finest. You will see carnage and blood and watch as my kind revels in it. The society you know so well doesn’t exist in the Elysium. There, if you show weakness, they will stab you in the back like Brutus to Caesar.”
I briefly wonder if he was there for Caesar’s fall and Brutus’s betrayal. Now that I think about it, he bears a striking resemblance to Brutus’s portrait that sits in the Roman Conservatory. I shake off the obscure thought. Just because he’s older than Christ doesn’t mean he’s been at the center of every major conflict.
Right?
“If you become our weakness, I will not hesitate to cut you down,” he threatens, his large, calloused hand wrapping around my throat. He doesn’t hurt me, just applies enough pressure for me to get the warning.
Drystan stares at me, a dark energy pulsing in his expression that causes my breath to seize in my lungs. “Do you understand, little lamb?”
There’s no mistaking the gravity in his tone or the finality. If I don’t obey him, if I embarrass him or his brothers, I’m as good as dead.
Except death might just be such a sweet fate.
I try my best to shove the cynical part of my brain back into the shadows where it belongs, but I feel a piece of it lingering when I wish it wouldn’t. I straighten in his hold, my shoulders rolling back as the gravity of his words slides over me.
“I understand, sir.” I nod my head the best I can in his grip. “I promise not to do anything that would embarrass or degrade your name. I will follow your commands and obey.” They aren’t empty words. As much as I may rebel in the privacy of my prison, I would rise to meet their expectations for this occasion. To make them proud to have me by their side.
To get them to trust me fully…so that I might escape.
“Good girl,” Asher’s soft voice murmurs next to Drystan. My body trembles at those two little words. Such an odd reaction to something so small. That’s something to unpack later, in the privacy of my gilded cage. For now, I’ll enjoy basking in their presence and learning everything I can.
“She likes when you call her that,” Weylen rumbles, a smile in his voice. “I can smell her dripping cunt.” A shiver rocks through me at his crass words. No one has ever spoken to me like this. Or about me. I’ve always been a throwaway, overlooked and underappreciated. Even with Jared, my father’s guard. He barely ever spoke to me, even when he was buried inside me. Simply took what he wanted and left with barely a goodbye on his lips.
Not that I asked for more.
Weylen stands and comes to kneel on the floor behind me. Drystan eases the pressure on my neck as Weylen leans me forward, my face pushing into Drystan’s lap. His right hand skates down my stomach and dips into the barely there panties. Pain nips at the heels of pleasure when he sticks two of his bulky fingers into my entrance without preamble.
“She’s soaked,” he grunts, curling his fingers inside me, hitting the spot that has me releasing a string of moans. I push back against him, unable to stop myself from chasing the blatant pleasure he’s relentlessly giving me. “Tight and ready.”
“Don’t let her come,” Drystan orders, the hand on my throat wrapping in my hair and yanking my head up to meet his gaze. “Not yet, anyway.” Drystan’s hand is replaced with Asher’s, his hold much softer. He scoots into Drystan’s spot, his free hand busily working down his zipper.
I whine when Weylen’s fingers disappear, but then they’re quickly replaced by his mouth. Groaning, I push back against him. Weylen’s tongue laps at my pussy like I’m his favorite dessert, making me grind harder, begging him for more.
“Get her nice and wet for me, brother,” Drystan murmurs from behind me. Turning my head, I try to look back, but I’m forced downward, and a cock is shoved in my mouth. I choke, the feeling of Asher’s dick hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag.
“Fuck,” Asher groans as he holds his dick there without mercy. “So fucking good.” A sick, twisted part of me preens at the acknowledgment. Therapy is definitely going on the agenda for when I get out of here. Asher doesn’t let up. He fucks my mouth hard, almost punishingly, but the gentleness of his hand caressing my cheeks belies the savagery of his thrusts.
Tears fall from my eyes at the force, my throat tightening as I attempt to breathe in through my nose and not panic when I feel a large, thick cock slide through my wet slit.
Up until now, they haven’t fucked me. They’ve used my body and brought me pleasure, but that’s all. Now I can feel Drystan’s body behind me, his huge cock sliding through my wetness.
