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“Shred her tattoo with that whip over there. The cat-o-nine-tails cuts ’em real good!”
To Ily’s credit, she didn’t move. Not a single twitch.
I couldn’t say the same for my stomach as it leaped and somersaulted, but outwardly, I looked as cold as the dragon ice sculpture slowly melting in the corner of the gazebo.
The level of wealth Victor had. The weight of his influence.
If the dated keystone Ily had noticed when we’d first stepped inside was right, then this hellhole had been in operation for over twenty years.
Twenty fucking years these games had been going on. Slaves beaten. Jewels molested. Lives snuffed out and treated as if they were nothing more than flies.
Less than flies.
Dirt.
Sighing heavily, I resisted the urge to drag Ily through the gardens and back to my room. Instead, I dropped the leash and prowled around her.
The faster this was done, the sooner I could let her go.
Keeping her eyes down, she tensed as I circled her.
Raising my voice for the audience, I said, “If I whipped her tonight, I’d have nothing to look forward to tomorrow.”
“Always tomorrow too!” Someone snickered.
I chuckled. “True. But I have something special planned for tomorrow.”
“Tell us!”
I tapped my nose. “Secret.”
Fuck, now I’d have to come up with something. I’d have to hurt her.
Christ, Ri.
My hands shook as they strayed to my belt. I needed to get off this stage before I made our lives even worse than they already were.
As long as I could keep it together, I could rest once I’d sneaked into Victor’s office and gotten the GPS location to Q. He’d either exonerate me or kill me, and right now, I didn’t really care which.
Just a few more hours of pretend—just another moment where I had to fuck her like a beast—and then I could tuck her safely in my room where no one else could touch her.
Including me.
Balling my hands, I stalked around her one last time, resisting the urge to piss a ring of ownership around her, sinking far too deep into the animalistic tendencies within me.
Every male in this castle was a threat.
Every man was my enemy.
I’d slaughter every single one of them before they touched her. Script or no script.
Ily kept her head down, blue-black hair curtaining her face, exposing the back of her slender neck. The gleam of her golden collar did things to me I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Pressing against my hard-on, I shivered.
You can do this.
You will do this.
