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I don’t stop until I have both fingers buried deep in her arse, and once I do, I immediately slide them in and out, slamming into her hard without giving her time to adjust. She cries and whimpers, as moans of pleasure slip through in between.

“Tell them,” I snarl into her ear, widening my fingers in her arse to make her feel everything.

“Fuck,” she yelps, her eyes locking on mine once more to plead with me, but when I turn away from her, she lets out a harrowing sob. “His fingers are in my arse.”

She sounds so fucking defeated; my stomach rolls as acid slides up my throat, and I have to focus on my breathing to keep the nausea under control.

Her cries of pleasure become almost frantic, and I know she’s about to come, even though she desperately doesn’t want to. Her gaze flickers around the room at all the people watching, embarrassment flooding her cheeks when it hits her that these people are seeing her at her most vulnerable, and all I can do is humiliate her further.

“Come on, whore. Tell everyone how much you fucking love it.”

A sob catches in her throat as her voice breaks. “Fuck, please…please, can I come? I-I…Your fingers in my arse and the wand…it’s too much. I need…I need to come like a filthy slut.”

I’ve heard her beg me many times before, and it’s nothing like this. Her words are filled with disgust, and while coming is the last thing she wants, her body is betraying her in the worst way.

“Come like the dirty whore you are, and make sure everyone hears you,” I tell her, thrusting my fingers into her arse as I turn the wand onto the highest vibration setting.

She screams as her release hits her hard, her body trembling as her arse clamps down on my fingers. Sobs wrack her body, and she has to fight to get her words out around them. “Coming…like a…filthy…whore. Fuck…fingers in my arse…love it. Coming hard. Slut.”

Her words are incoherent, but we can all hear enough to get the idea; Harper’s sobs and whimpers cutting her off. As her orgasm subsides, I turn off the vibe and pull my fingers from her arse, concerned when she doesn’t even react to the sting she must have felt.

“As you can see, my Prize is a dirty whore, who has been punished for the sins of her father. You have all seen that she is now tainted. She’ll never be an Obsidian Order Wife, and no self-respecting Order member will ever want her now.” Each word tastes like acid on my tongue, and it’s only made worse by the cries Harper lets out on hearing my words.

With a slight nod of my head to Bram, he quickly ushers everyone out of the room, not letting any of them linger. Tillie and Sienna both throw insults at Harper as they leave, while Ryan stays suspiciously quiet, his expression difficult to interpret, but if I’m being honest, I’m not really trying.

Once Bram closes the door behind Ryan, who is the last to leave, Bram works on getting Harper down. I keep out of the way, even though every fibre of my being is screaming at me to go to her, to give her the comfort I know she needs right now, but I can’t… I’m still not finished.

Once she’s down, sitting on the chair from before, Bram hands her a black silk robe, which she wraps tightly around her delicate body, followed by a bottle of water. She accepts it without a word, swallowing down big gulps before handing it back to him.

He takes it from her and places it on the table, his gaze flicking between the two of us. He looks concerned, but he doesn’t say a word, simply hanging his head as he moves to the door. With one last disappointed glance, he leaves the room, giving me the privacy I don’t deserve.

Harper is still sobbing silently, but now she knows we’re alone, she lifts her gaze to meet mine, staring at me as she searches for answers I can’t give.

“Look, I don’t want to drag this out, so I’m just going to be blunt. This thing between us is over. I’m releasing you from all duties as my Prize,” I say, my tone remaining cold and distant.

Harper freezes, her sobs stopping mid-hiccup as the light leaves her eyes, and my heart fractures inside my chest all over again.

Despite all the pain and suffering I’ve caused her, she shakes her head. “No, Lawson. I want to be your Prize.”

Fuck, I never expected her to still want me after this.

I keep my face cold and emotionless as my lips twist into a cruel snarl. “I don’t give a shit what you want. I have gotten everything I want from you. I’ve taken your virginity, destroyed all of your holes, branded you with my name, and now I’m done.”

I wave my hand in a sharp, dismissive gesture, the air becoming frigid as I push her away. With each fallen tear, another shard of my heart breaks free, its cold, jagged edge tearing into me with a splintering pain.

“You don’t mean that.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and I’m not even sure she believes what she’s saying, or if she’s just hoping there’s some good left in me.

I scowl, pulling out the last thing I hoped I never had to use as I push her away one final time. “Look, this has been nothing more than a challenge for me. I wanted to see if I could break the traitor’s daughter, as a punishment for you both, and unfortunately, you made it incredibly fucking easy. I’ve just shown all the Crows that I can turn you into a filthy whore, ruining you for men in the future, and now I have no need for you.”

I let out a harsh laugh, making sure my face is as ugly as the words I’m using on her. She lifts her hand as if she’s about to reach for me, but I pull away, knowing her touch might be enough to fracture the last of my resolve, and I can’t have that.

She looks up at me, and the pain in her fucking gorgeous blue eyes almost ruins me, so I quickly wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing enough for her to take it as the threat it’s supposed to be. I cut off her air as I press hard enough to leave bruises, watching in disgust as genuine fear invades her eyes.

“We’ve had our fun, and now it’s over. You are no one, and you’ll always be a fucking no one. I don’t ever want to see or hear from you again. Do I make myself clear?”

I squeeze a little tighter around her throat, to hammer home my point, before easing up just enough that she’s able to nod in acknowledgment. Tears stream down her cheeks onto my palm, and when I pull my hand away, pain slices through me as I look at them in disgust.

I never wanted to be the reason for her tears.