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Pulling back, I look at his handsome face. “I love you, Theon. So damn much.” I run my hand over his jagged scar. “I know you have this belief that you’re broken, that you don’t deserve to be happy, but it won’t stop me from loving you. You give me hope, you’ve helped me find myself, and I’m going to show you just how much you deserve all the love and happiness.” Leaning forward, I cup both of his cheeks, kissing him one more time.
“Fuck, princess. God, it feels good hearing you say those words.” He’s giving me a smile that’s so fucking sexy it almost stops my heart. “I love you too, Zamira.” His eyes meet mine, telling me everything I need to know. He might not be a man of many words, but his eyes speak volumes. He does genuinely love me. These men have fucked me up in the best way possible. Our relationship is unconventional, but damn, have I fallen for them hard.
Finally stepping away from each other, we make our way into the dining room to find everything is already set on the table unlike yesterday.
“This looks amazing, Theon,” I say, eye fucking the bacon, eggs, and French toast on the table.
“Thanks, but Acey boy here helped me this morning,” he says, playfully grabbing Ace’s shoulder. I must be seeing things this morning, because it looks like Ace is blushing. The big, bad Ace doesn’t blush.
“Oh yeah? You know how to cook too?” I’m genuinely curious because as of now, Theon’s the only one I’ve seen actually cooking. They’ve always brought me food, but I never knew who made it.
“Yeah.” Ace sighs. “My baby sister needed to eat, so someone had to learn when we got older. Couldn’t let her starve.” He’s playing it off like it’s no big deal, but I can see the pain of missing her in his eyes.
“You were a good brother,” I say, and take the seat across from Ace. He just nods, averting eye contact while shoveling eggs onto his plate before passing them to me to do the same.
My plate is full of delicious looking food and I’m stuffing my face like I’ve never eaten before. “Did you sleep well last night, princess?” Theon asks.
My cheeks flush, forcing the bite I have in my mouth down my throat. Memories of Ace worshiping my pussy with his mouth flash through my mind. “Yeah.” My eyes fall to Ace’s sexy blond curls and stone expression, but he can’t hide the hungry look in his eyes. “Real well.” I’m sure everyone can tell from my face that we did more than sleep last night.
The sexual tension at the table right now is suffocating. I’m surprised one of them isn’t throwing the food off the table and fucking me right here.
Ace clears his throat. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength.”
My eyes narrow. “For what?” I take a bite of French toast into my mouth. Fuck, this is amazing.
“We have a surprise for you.” This surprise better be one of our sexcapades, otherwise I’m not sure I like the way Ace is acting. “What kind of surprise?” I look from Ace to Theon, noticing he’s intently looking down at his plate. The mood in the room has shifted dramatically in the matter of seconds. There’s no longer the sexual tension, now it’s just full of anxiety.
What is going on here?
“The kind that’s downstairs,” Ace says.
“Downstairs? As in the torture room downstairs?” I drop my fork, no longer hungry, the metal clanging against the glass plate.
“Yes.”
There’s a feeling deep in my stomach that this isn’t going to be good. Mysurpriseis downstairs in their beloved torture chamber.
Fuck. What if this was a mind game and they’re going to kill me after all?
Ace stares at me with his normal stoic expression, not giving anything away, while Theon stares at his plate, so I turn to Blais beside me to get answers. “What’s going on?” I ask him.
He looks at Ace before he answers me. “We need to make sure you can stomach what we do, who we really are. Know that you can look at the monsters we truly are without disgust or hesitation no matter how big the cost is. So we have a test for you.”
My stomach drops. “A test? Haven’t I already shown you enough that I’m okay with this? I’ve watched you torture and kill, I killed my husband and stabbed another guy, and I’ve told you I’m in, isn’t that enough?” Anger rises in my voice, feeling a pang of hurt from the fact they still think they need to test me. I thought the moment I told them I was in, they’d come to believe that was the truth. That I want all of them, no strings attached, but it feels like the strings are still in place, held by them.
Blais admitted that he doesn’t fully trust that I’m not going to turn on them, which is understandable, but the words coming out of his mouth are different. He’s saying they don’t believe I can handle them. They don’t think I can live with what they do—torturing and killing people.
I thought they really saw me.
Ace told me last night that I was theirs and only theirs. Has something changed in a couple hours?
“It’s all talk until you take the life yourself,” Ace says, but I can’t take my eyes off the tense jaw of my sweet Blais.
“You’ve been saying I’m yours…when will that be enough for you? How many tests will I have to go through before you’re satisfied I’m telling the truth?” I’ve taken a life before, but it’s not like it’s just a regular everyday activity for me, especially not one that’s just sprung on me.
“Just the one, darling. It’s a test, yes, but it’s also a crowning of you as our Queen.”
They doubt me, but I’m ready to prove them wrong. I’m ready to show them I have what it takes, and they’re wrong for ever thinking otherwise. After this, I won’t be the one being punished. I’m going to take their doubts and shove them up their asses, punishing them for not believing what I’ve told them.
