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Chapter 22
JAKUB
“You wanted to speak with me?” One asks, stepping into the library.
She’s changed from her outfit earlier and is now wearing a white, knee length gown with red flowers embroidered across the hem. It’s far more demure than anything I’ve ever seen her wear before and I can’t help but wonder if this is her way of trying to attract my attention. I can’t remember the last time she wore white. It’s been years. I guess Nothing’s arrival has stirred up more than just Twelve’s jealousy.
“Sit. I have things I wish to discuss,” I say curtly, giving her a cursory glance as I take a sip of the third glass of brandy I’ve drunk since my interaction with Nothing. Despite the heat of the brandy burning my throat and the pleasant warmth it’s spreading through my limbs, it’s done nothing to ward off the hunger I feel for her. ForNothing.
My cock isstillhard.
“Of course,” she replies, walking towards me gracefully, her long limbs shapely. Everything about her is perfect, from her long black hair to her pert breasts, neat pussy and flawless skin. Age has done nothing to take that beauty away from her. If anything, she’s grown more beautiful. It helps that she’s had access to every possible potion and lotion from Thirteen who, in another life, would be a millionaire by now. Fortunately for us, Thirteen has never wanted more than what she has. Content to be here in this castle with us and notthem. My brothers and I are well aware of how valuable she is and we treat her accordingly.
Taking a seat opposite me in a high winged-back chair, One crosses her legs at the ankle, and places her long piano-playing fingers over the end of each armrest. I notice that her nails are painted a bright red, reminding me of the times when they had dug into the flesh of my arse, puncturing my skin as I rutted into her. I was a boy then, a fucking child who’d been conditioned into seeking her out whenever unwelcome emotions had begun to creep back in.
From the ages of thirteen to eighteen, whenever I felt myself weakening I’d beat, then fuck One like a wild animal. In return she’d marked me with her talons, staking her claim on me. For five years I used her but that stopped when I realised fucking her wasn’t working anymore.
That fucking her made me feel worse. Not better.
With age came realisation. She used me, like I used her. She abused me, like I abused her.
The thought of touching her now turns my stomach.
“Jakub?” she asks tenderly.
It’s rare when she calls me Jakub and not Master, but I’m beginning to understand that this is her attempt at reminding me of our bond. Neither Konrad nor Leon were permitted to fuck the Numbers after their initial breaking-in. Only me. I’m the true heir to the Brov legacy and that gave me some allowances. I took advantage of that fact today so I could fuck Nothing’s mouth without feeling guilty about it.
Except Idofeel guilty.
Not because of what I took from her, but because I went behind my brothers’ backs. Because I brokeourrules. The ones we agreed upon together before we brought her here.
Fuck.
“Jakub?” One repeats, cocking her head to the side, her berry-red lips parting on a breath as she watches me. She’s fully aware of her sexual prowess, and is an expert at using it to her advantage. Of all the Numbers she’s coveted the most, followed by Six as a close second. Both are innately sexual. One overtly so, Six without even realising it.
And Nothing… She has no idea just how fucking tempting she is. How much power she could wield if we don’t watch our step. Right now she’s oblivious to it, but I’m acutely aware of her ability to completely ruin everything we’ve established here.
I need to keep my head.
I need to stay the fuck away from her.
And most of all, I need to make sure my brothers don’t lose sight of what’s important: our business, what we’ve built here, and our bond.
Putting Nothing in The Menagerie will mean she’s not readily available if one of us were to slip up. I know very well that if we’d kept her in our apartment she would’ve already been shackled to that bed and fucked to within an inch of her life.
It’s better this way. For all of us.
Even her.
“Jakub, you seem… out of sorts. Can I help with anything?” One asks me, her sexy accent rolling off her tongue, dripping with sexual innuendo.
It may work on the clients we invite to the castle but it won’t work on me, not anymore. I’m not that teenager who revelled in beating then fucking a sexy Italian woman almost twice his age. Those days are long gone.
I don’t need her that way. Not anymore. But I should indulge her efforts, if only to keep her on my side. She is, after all, the mastermind behind The Menagerie. With as much effort as I can muster, which is pretty fucking small, I plaster a rare smile on my face and say, “You look beautiful, One. Is that a new dress?”
She smiles, though it doesn’t meet her eyes as she shifts in her seat, uncrossing and crossing her legs, all the while flashing me the dark slash of her pussy. “It is, thank you...” Her voice trails off as she stares at me.
“What is it, One?” I ask, giving her a moment of my interest, even if it is fake.
