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“You did, and you paid a small fortune for the right to do it again. So…do it.” Planting his palms on the table, he leaned forward. “I see you, Henri. You think you do a good job of hiding, but you don’t. You’re stalling. Yes, you might have enjoyed fingering your jewel, but you’d enjoy fucking her a lot more. Especially if she fights you.”
Henri sucked in a breath.
I dropped my eyes, not wanting to witness the truth of his struggle.
“I see the blackness in you,” Victor murmured. “I see it swallowing you whole. It’s who you truly are, yet you keep fighting. You’ve been fighting all day, and I must admit, you are beginning to test my patience.”
Buffing his fingernails on his shirt sleeve, Victor shrugged. “You keep asking for membership. You keep saying you’ve found freedom here, but all I see is a man still trapped in a cage of his own making.” Pointing at the glass, he ordered, “Drink. Let loose. Fuck her as your main course. In fact…” A huge grin spread his lips. Spinning on the spot, he clapped his hands. “Treasured guests, who would like to watch another show tonight?”
A round of applause scattered, along with a few shouted, “I’m keen!”
“Hell yes!”
“The more the merrier!”
Turning back to Henri, he smiled like the devil. “It’s settled. Get on stage, mon ami, and take your jewel with you. It seems you’ve gotten her sufficiently wet, so take her as hard as you can. I want to see you start giving in to these needs of yours, understand?”
Standing, Henri thumped his fists onto the table. “I’m not a fucking pawn you can order about, Victor. I’ll screw her in my own goddamn time. I paid for her. My money is now yours. You saw me fuck her this afternoon, and I’m pretty sure I bought the right to do whatever the hell I want to her in the privacy of my own room tonight.”
Oh no.
My heart raced.
My skin prickled.
Henri shifted on the spot as if trying to figure out how to smooth out the mess he’d just made.
However, Victor beat him to it with a calm, cultured sniff. “You’re not the first to get tetchy with me, Ward, and you won’t be the last. You think you’re pissed at me for rushing you, but really, you’re mad at yourself for wanting things you still don’t think you can have.”
Locking eyes with Henri, he smiled. “I’m here to tell you, you can have them. You can have all of them—every sick and sadistic little fantasy is yours for the taking. Do you want to know why I’m determined to make you snap? It’s because I want to see the truth you keep denying. I want to see who you truly are.” Leaning over the table, he patted Henri’s cheek like a condescending asshole. “How else am I going to know, once and for all, if you deserve to be a lifetime member of my little club, hmm?”
Dropping his hand before Henri could slap him away, he pulled out a black device. Before I could tense or brace, he aimed it at me and pressed the button.
Shock waves.
Firey flames.
Punches and kicks and excruciating pain.
I groaned and fell to the side, twitching as vicious currents tore through me.
Henri managed to stay in his role of uncaring bastard, watching me convulse by his feet.
“Do you intend to kill her before I fuck her, Victor?” His voice was icy with boredom. “Because I was just discussing Roland’s particular tastes with Charles and we both agreed half-dead isn’t our preference. I like them warm, wet, and living.”
“He certainly made her wet.” Charles laughed, his chuckle cutting through the ricocheting agony in my veins. “Look at the damp patch on his pants.”
Victor glanced at the glistening stain I’d left on Henri’s trousers. He laughed. “You know what, my friends? I like them warm, wet, and living too.” He stopped electrocuting me, then slipped his hands into his pockets.
I gasped.
I twitched.
I hated.
“She’s all yours, Ward. All charged up and ready for a good ride. Enjoy yourself.”
Whistling under his breath, Victor strolled away.
