Page 20 of You Only Die Twice

“Raechka,” he continues as he pulls away, oblivious to the cum spilling out of his ass, “will clean you up.” His eyes harden as he watches me stand. “You lay one finger on her in a sexual way, and I will chop off your dick and feed it to you. You will not defy me in this.”

And, in an instant, we’re back to him being the Master and me being his not-so-willing subject. Besides, Luka has nothing to worry about. My mind is far too consumed with him, Katrina, and Gloria to even look at another vampire. With a nod of her head, the small submissive slips out of the room, her steps silent.

In all of this, I almost forgot why I was here in the first place. It wasn’t to have earth-shattering sex with Luka; it was to prove a point to Gloria. Glancing back at the screens, my heart and cock both thump painfully as I watch Katrina’s descent into madness.

How I want nothing more than to go into her room and hold her, assuring her that we are real, and soon, she’ll be like us. But I can’t. Luka forbade it. I care too much about the fragile human to cross him in this. My slitted gaze slides back over to the viper crawling towards us, her arousal hanging about her like a strong perfume, reminiscent of the older church ladies dousing themselves to mask the scent of death.

It’s just as strong, just as fragrant. It makes me want to gag. Me fucking Luka should have had the opposite effect. It should have proven to her that I was ready and capable of putting her in her place. Yet, all it did was get her fucking wet. Even now, as she scuttles closer, I watch it drip after her. She never got that wet for me. Is it just a byproduct of being a vampire? Or was our whole life together a lie?

Closing my eyes, I allowed the small submissive to drag warm rags over my cock and balls, cleansing me of the cum already drying on my skin. I breathe deep, forcing my thoughts away from anything sexual, just to make sure Luka knows any reactions are not to this woman.

She’s so small, her eyes wide as she gazes up at me, almost childlike. If I saw her as a human, I’d think the worst of Luka. Still, there’s no proving he doesn’t deal in child trafficking.

“Enough,” Luka bellows, his strong voice ringing out in the space. Gloria flinches, pausing in her humiliating journey. “Raechka, leave us. He’s more than clean enough.”

With a small bow, she slips out of the room, eyes cast to the floor. “I never told you to stop, Gloria,” Luka growls, his eyes glowing a dull red in the dim lights. “You will stop this line of thinking, Jackson,” he snaps, pinning me with his irate glare.

“I have never once, nor will I ever deal in children. I may be a monster, but even I have my limits. Raechka is my sister, not that any of this is your concern. She was left for dead, throat slit. I did the only thing I knew to do. I turned her. She was twelve, too young to leave this world. Now, do you have any other questions about my ethics before we continue?”

I shake my head, my hands trembling as I watch him. Is it relief? Is that what I feel? Something inside loosens, allowing me to breathe. Being a monster is bad enough, but thinking I would be required to feast upon children kept me awake for most of the day. I never wanted to admit it out loud, but knowing the truth makes eternity feel far more bearable.

Luka’s expression softens as he studies me, hearing my thoughts as clearly as if I spoke. “We are monsters, Jackson. But even monsters have standards.” Gloria crawls up Luka, her tongue poking out as she leans in close.

Instead of paying her any attention, he looks at me, stroking his shaft as our eyes lock. I, too, massage my dick, groaning as blood swells up, making me hard once more. Yet one more perk of my immortal existence. No longer am I a one or two-shot Johnny. Now, I can practically get hard on command if I’ve ingested enough blood.

Luka threads his hands in Gloria’s hair, gripping it tight enough that she yelps. Blood pulses through my dick at her pitiful sounds. Tonight, I’ll revel in her discomfort the same way she reveled in taking my heart and stomping on it. Though I never forgot the night I found her room covered in blood, I sigh as I know that nightmare will no longer haunt me after this.

Everything she did to me - every laugh at my expense as she frolicked with Luka in our bed. Every time she visited me on the ship and made me think I was going crazy, fucking leaving me like she did while making me think she died a gruesome death. All that ends tonight.

Once Luka’s body is as clean as it can be, he rises to his feet, hand still fisted in her hair. She screams as strands fall to the floor. Her pain shouldn’t get me harder, but it does. I’m ramrod as I stare at her writhing in discomfort. He drags her across the floor, ignoring her hands as she claws at him, demanding he let her go.

Again, he picks up the metal ring and forces it behind her teeth, looking her over to ensure it fits correctly. Lips set in a firm line, he brings to back to me and holds out his hand, the metal sheath glinting in the lights.

“Put this on. Punish her for plotting against your future underling. She planned to kill her. Drink her blood until Katrina took her last breath. Gloria…this cunt, this nothing…thought she was more important, that just her submission to me guaranteed her eternal life.”

Luka pauses for a second, weighing the metal in his hand before continuing. “I thought about how to punish her, but truly, this is more absolution for you. Katrina is yours. As such, you are the one to keep her safe and protected. Here.”

Gloria squeals as I take the sheath from Luka and study it. Though I’ve never worn anything on my cock before, it seems simple. There’s a band at the base to wrap around my balls, keeping the metal in place. But what did he expect me to do with it?

Once more, he forces Gloria to the floor and tugs back on the leather band holding the ring, no longer wearing the pretense of caring or softness. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth as it wrenches her open, the ring forcing her mouth agape. It all becomes clear as he shoves her forward, lining her stretched lips over the head of my cock.

Can I do this? Can I truly harm another person to this extent? Luka’s gaze bores into mine as he holds her there, keeping her still as I make my decision. Knowing him, it’s happening either way. He’s just allowing me to be the one to extract vengeance on this woman for her crimes against my mate.

I freeze as the word flits through my brain. Until this moment, Katrina was more of a possession, a prize, never someone that close to me. But as I turn the word over in my brain, the more it fits, the more I like it, the more I crave revenge. Luka’s lips curl up again as he stares at me.

He knows.

Dear God. He knows.

I can’t keep it a secret in my mind, and now Luka knows exactly how precious Katrina is to me. He won’t hesitate to use her even harder against me.

No. I wouldn’t hesitate. But remember, as long as you’re my good, little soldier, your mate, our conquest, is safe. Her heart may belong to you, but her body will belong to us. Mate or no, she is also mine.

Closing my eyes, I follow the voice back to its origin, trying desperately to hear him like he hears me. It’s faint, muddled, but here and there, I catch snippets, thoughts he’d rather keep secret. Thoughts so dangerously close to mine. Though his thoughts are more animalistic, like images more than words, I see them as they piece together.

Who knows if he’s allowing me this moment, but I take full advantage, sifting through thoughts, memories, desires, all as if it’s happening in real-time. He’s enamored with Katrina nearly as much as I am. The feelings he possesses towards her, though more bent on the sadistic side than mine, are just as needy, just as desperate to keep her safe.

The moment he heard Gloria’s thoughts, that was it. The whore signed her death sentence. I don’t know how she’s going to die. Luka is not allowing that to come to the surface, either that or he doesn’t yet know, but either way, sometime soon, Gloria will be no more.