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“Come for me, dirty girl,” he growls, grasping me by the waist to fuck me even harder.
“No,” I hiss back, determined not to give in.
He presses a hard kiss onto my mouth. “Give me what I want.”
Is that a threat? It probably is.
Fuck.
Guess that’s what you get for making a deal with the devil … you get taken, used, and fucked in every imaginable way.
“Let me look at you when you fall apart,” he says.
I make a face. “I can’t,” I say. “I don’t come unless I love the person I’m fucking.” It’s a straight-out lie, but I’ll make up anything in order to keep him at bay.
A wicked smile spreads on his lips. “Is that so? I guess we’ll have to find out.”
He swiftly spins me around and shoves me to the other end of the Jacuzzi. Before I know it, he’s got me pinned down against the edge, spreads my legs, and shoves his dick inside. I gasp, the full force of him inside my pussy way bigger than it was before.
“Yes, those are the sounds I’m looking for,” he growls, fucking me hard and fast. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls back. “I can keep this up all night, Natalie. Come for me.”
If I give him that … it’s like I’m giving him everything. All of me. And I can’t. I can’t do that. I can’t allow him complete control. Not like this, not this night, not ever.
So I fight the urge—no matter how strong it becomes, no matter how hard my legs shake or my body fights for the release it yearns so much. I feel as dirty as the kisses he gives me on my exposed neck, but the way he holds me as though I’m some fuck doll reminds me of my place in this world. His world. And I can’t ever forget that.
He brought me here.
He was the catalyst behind all my pain.
Don’t succumb to the pleasure.
His fingers slide down between my thighs, and my eyes burst open. In a moment of clarity, I moan. Loudly. And I squeeze together my thighs and let out an exasperated sigh.
He groans in response. “Fuck yes.”
His cock thickens, and a warm jet bursts inside me. He roars out loud and thrusts in a few more times before pulling back. I lean over the water vents and breathe out loud.
Right then, a door to the right side of the room opens.
A man steps in, one I recognize from before, someone who sat in a chair on that same stage Noah is supposed to be on soon for the ceremony. A man with pitch-black hair, offset with gray streaks.
A patriarch.
I cover myself with my hands.
“Noah …” the man says, sounding a little disappointed.
Noah pulls away from me and looks up at the other patriarch. “Patrick.”
“Didn’t know you’d be bringing girls back here,” Patrick says, rubbing his stubble beard, which is turning gray in some areas. “That’s allowed? Hmm … interesting.”
Noah clears his throat. “Special occasion.”
“Right.” Patrick hums, a hint of arrogance and mischief on his face. “Well, I’ll just skip this part then and go on to the stage.”
He marches right past us with a towel still around his waist.
I guess there are different rules for the patriarchs … or none at all if they see fit.
“I’ll see you there,” Patrick says to Noah, and he winks. But I’m not sure if the wink was meant for Noah or for me.
When he’s left through the big door in the back, Noah returns his attention to me. Before he can get to me, I get out of the Jacuzzi and grab a towel from the nearest rack, wrapping it around my body.
“You can leave through that door,” he says, pointing at the one that Patrick just went through. “It’ll take you to the ceremony.”
I frown. That wasn’t the deal. I had a choice, I made my choice, and now he’ll send me to the sharks?
“You won’t be taken by another man. I promise,” he says.
“How? What will you do?” I say, trying to keep my cool.
“That door means you’re marked,” he says, leaning against the Jacuzzi’s water vents on his elbows. “They’ll see you enter through it.”
“Okay.” I avert my eyes.
“And I’ll keep an eye on you,” he adds.
“Fine.” I turn and walk, trying not to make this a bigger deal than it is.
But as my hand touches the handle, he says, “You’re mine now. You know that, right?”
I swallow … and then smile.
“Yes.”
I made a choice.
I chose him.
But I never said I would be truthful … or fair.
And I never said I actually came …
Because I fucking faked it.
And with my middle finger pointing straight down, I turn the handle.
Chapter 16
Natalie
When I exit the door, several patriarchs are already waiting on the stage for the rituals to begin. People are dancing and drinking in just their tightly wrapped towels, some of them even tearing it off to put on a show.
