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“So you’ve said.” Planting his huge hands on my shoulders, he spun me around, then pushed my lower back. “Move.”
I fought against his pressure. “Why are you doing this? You’re obviously not one of them. You could’ve let me go—”
“I tried, remember?” He shoved me too hard. I tripped and almost went to my knees. His arm lashed around my waist, keeping me upright. He saved me all while shooing me to the steps where Victor and Roland chuckled outside.
“Let me go,” I urged, my heart winging. “Do something.”
“Oh, I’m going to do something,” he hissed. “I’m afraid I’m going to do a lot of things, and none of them legal.”
I spun to face him. “You don’t want to do this.”
He held my stare for the longest moment. Finally, he nodded. “No, I don’t want to do this.”
I sucked in a breath. Perhaps he would be on my side and—
“But I will.” He towered over me, grabbing my chin and holding me tight. “My self-control has been fraying most of my life, but now that I’m here? Fuck.” He ran his nose over my cheek, inhaling hard. “Every thread is breaking. Every decency is fading. And I have to say…death might be worth the price of letting go.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against the steel in his trousers. He flattened my palm over his hard cock and rocked his hips, ensuring I felt every ridge. “Seeing your fear makes me hard. Knowing you’re terrified makes me so goddamn horny. If you knew how badly I want to let go…you wouldn’t stand there looking at me as if I’m going to be the one to save you.”
I tried to pull my hand away; he didn’t let me.
“You said you were my only friend,” I snapped, cursing the feel of him.
His eyes darkened to flint. “I did, didn’t I?” I gasped as he dove both hands into my hair and yanked my head back. My spine contorted in his hold. “A friend who will most likely fuck you over after taking everything you have to offer.”
My heart galloped, but I forced myself to search for his weakness. To use this snippet of alone time to see how I could use him. “You’re not like them. I know you aren’t.”
He smiled so blackly, so coldly, I couldn’t breathe. “You’re right, I’m not. Unfortunately for you, I think I’m worse.” He exhaled hard as his gaze locked on my mouth. “Luckily for you, I’m still doing my best to resist so…heed my advice, sunshine. Don’t fight me. Whatever you do, whatever I have to do to you…do. Not. Fight. Me. You do that and we both might survive.”
Stepping into me, he flashed a look at the open door before muttering under his breath, “You heard Victor. You’re mine for the weekend. If you play along and—”
“Henri. What the hell is taking so long?” Victor’s cultured accent flowed up the steps. “Hurry up.”
Gritting his teeth, Henri stepped back. Our eyes locked but whatever he was going to say was replaced with a snarl. “Move.” Shoving me around, he almost kicked me out the door.
I caught myself on the railing at the top of the airplane stairs.
My eyes tipped up.
I froze.
I gawked at the most beautiful building I’d ever seen.
Not that it could be called a building.
It wasn’t a house or mansion or dwelling.
This thing…this acropolis…this citadel was in a league of its own.
Wherever the hell we’d just landed and whatever flag this land flew paled in comparison to the sheer size and imposing presence of Victor’s sadistic playground.
Medieval in its turrets, gothic in its towers, and utterly barbaric with its ten-metre-high stone wall complete with wide parapet and guard stations. Men in black uniforms patrolled and watched us from above, rifles slung over their shoulders, and more weapons glinting on black belts in the sleepy morning.
One guard shone a large spotlight in sweeping arcs over the manicured lawn leading to the airstrip where we’d landed, no doubt hunting for runaways.
Not that they could run far with a wall ringing the entire estate.
The castle itself sat in a sprawling mess of arrogant power. Up lights bounced over its battlements, kissing stonework and arches, casting shadows on giant leadlight windows, and playing on the angels and gargoyles poised to pounce and fly from the gutters.
Sharp chimney stacks punctured the fading stars, and glossy ivy climbed up one side of the castle as if determined to hide the monstrosities happening within. Gun ports and arrow slits promised death, while the spiral pinnacles looked like some sort of torture device.
