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A girl who I guessed was Middle Eastern, Ily with her blended heritage, and Peter who I suspected hailed from India with his dark brown hair and tanned skin.
In fact, seeing him stand beside Ily, similarities in their skin tone made me wonder if she had similar origins. But then again, her light hazel eyes came from somewhere else entirely.
“Peter.” Victor smiled like the ringleader of this disgusting circus. “You and Corine know what’s expected of you tonight. Get up there.”
“Yes, Sir V.” Corine nodded and scurried toward the stage like a speedy little mouse, obviously eager to avoid a shock like Toby.
Peter bowed politely but didn’t leave quite as quickly. Turning to go, he caught Ily’s gaze, then in a flash almost too fast to see, he snatched her hand, squeezed, and released her.
She grimaced.
He left with Corine while Ily’s eyes lingered on him.
My insides tangled.
Once again, a flare of possession and a concerning amount of jealousy filled me. They seemed…friendly. Friendly enough to share secrets.
Secrets?
Like Ily and I shared secrets?
Fuck, she didn’t share mine, did she?
I’d forbidden her from speaking this afternoon to protect her from replying to bastards who might proposition her, but I never imagined I’d want to gag her around the other jewels too.
She held my literal life in her hands.
If she told one person what I was doing here, I was dead. Worse than dead. In pieces.
Ily stood all alone once Peter and Corine climbed the stage.
Jealousy turned to protection; I shot to my feet. Clicking my fingers like she was a pet poodle, I snapped, “Ily, come here. My lap is cold.”
Her head shot up. Her eyes met mine. Something deeper than fear flashed in her golden stare. Sunshine shone through her, drenching me in yet more nightmares.
With a quick glance at the dining tables and their cruel, sadistic inhabitants, she darted toward me. The sheerness of her outfit and the shortness of the skirt flashed almost everyone watching her.
Biting her bottom lip, she came to a stop in front of me.
My skin tingled with how many people watched us, including Victor.
I couldn’t whisper to her. Couldn’t remind her to play along.
I simply sat back down, spread my legs like a cocky cunt, then pointed at my lap. “Face away, sit down, and get reacquainted with what’s going inside you once I’ve eaten my dinner.”
A sharp intake of breath as she slowly did as I requested. Turning on the spot, her body looked even more enticing being shadowed by innocent white before she backed into me and sat primly on my knee.
Not good enough.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tugged her back until her ass thudded against my lower belly. Pushing her knees apart, I made her straddle me. The heat between her bare legs fucking incinerated me.
The fine line I had to walk seemed a little more frayed and a lot more treacherous the moment she forced herself to relax. She felt far too good, far too breakable and beautiful and mine.
My body reacted with a surge of compulsive, corrupted need.
In a heartbeat, I became hard, achy, and pissed the fuck off.
Flashing a look at Charles down the table, I fisted Ily’s left breast. “Can’t wait for dessert.”
