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I tried to catch her eyes, to see that fight within her, but she kept her gaze locked on her knees. Her breathing heavy and hard, bristling with anger she couldn’t hide.
Stroking my thumb over the leather cord connecting us, I asked, “Why does he obey without a single argument?” I leaned back in my chair to avoid the sudden flurry of waitstaff as plates full of rock melon, strawberries, muffins, and ice-sweating cheese were placed in front of me.
Victor waited until the small banquet had been delivered before pulling out a remote similar to the one he used to scramble Ily’s cellphone back at the club.
My mind shot to my birdcage cufflinks. I’d left them on my bedside table, unable to tell if the signal had slipped through Victor’s technology and alerted Q to this monster’s lair.
“He obeys because he knows what happens if he doesn’t.” Victor passed me the remote. “This little device is all you need.”
I accepted it with a shrug. “Looks innocent enough.”
“Press it.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why? What does it do?”
“You’ll find out. Press it.” He grinned and grabbed a piece of cheese. Biting off the end, he smiled. “You wanted to come here, and I’ve let you. You wanted to know how to be free, and I’m about to show you. Press it.”
My thumb hovered over the button.
I shot a look at Ily whose silence fucked me off and freaked me out in equal measure.
“Do you want to be free or not?” Victor coaxed. “Don’t make me regret my invitation, Henri. Do it.”
With gritted teeth, I stabbed the button.
Ily screamed.
A piercing, screeching scream.
She fell sideways, her hands curled into spasming claws, her neck straining, belly flexing, limbs twitching as if possessed.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
A ripple of chuckles echoed around the garden.
Men who hadn’t dispersed watched Ily twitching and jerking, her legs wide and body on full display. The crush of their desire oozed from a mixture of races, ages, and depravity. A few had a jewel beside them, collared and leashed with an array of marks on their pretty skin. Teeth marks on one. Whip lashes on another.
A full-body shudder wracked me as I drowned in awful craving.
I wanted, no, I fucking needed to mark Ily that way.
To claim ownership so they would never get near her.
She was beautiful.
Beautiful in the throes of such agony.
Stunning in the clutches of surrender.
Her screams cut off with a choke.
I couldn’t hide my shudder as she writhed by my feet.
Her eyes met mine. Wide and brimming with terror.
It smashed apart the sickening spell.
I turned deathly cold.
