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"Yes..."
Then I moved my lips closer to her ear, trailing my teeth across the lobe. "Sounds like you wish you were me. Should I share him with you? Let you see what it feels like to be Zeal's Chosen for just a moment?"
"Yes!" she begged.
But my eyes were on Eladehl's, hoping he knew what I was thinking. Just to make the point, I glanced over at Anver, and then back. Just a little seduction, that was all it had taken to figure out why this annoying little bitch had made my life difficult for so long. She wanted to stand in my shoes, sleep with my men, and steal everything I'd ever earned, but there was no fucking way I'd let that happen.
Ela just dipped his head, making it clear he understood. Completely bare now, he moved closer, his erection hanging just before her face. The lines of his lace swirled across his hips in ornate shapes that reached up for his stomach and scrolled down the impressive length of his very hard dick.
"Isthatwhy you befriended Anver so long ago?" he asked. "Nari's friend, her lover, her life. You wanted to know what it felt like to be her?"
"Yes," she panted, leaning into him. "I mean, no."
Ela dragged the tip of his cock across her lips, letting her lick at him, but no more. "Which is it, Tishlie?"
"I tried to talk to you so many times, but you only ever sawher."
"And now I see you," Ela said, but his voice was cold.
Chapter 42
Nariana
Without warning, Ela pushed his dick between Tishlie's lips and didn't stop. Tishlie flinched, trying to pull back, but I grabbed her hair, holding her there. Ela pushed a little more until she began to gag, and then withdrew completely. The moment his dick was free of her mouth, his hand landed on one of the clamps. Ela pulled, tugging her nipple until it elongated.
Tishlie cried out. "I didn't want you to hurt me!"
"But you're a submissive," he taunted. "Right there, on your knees. What else am I supposed to do?"
"You were supposed tonotice me," she whimpered, trying to ease the pain on her breasts.
Ela just chuckled, and the sound was cruel. "Tell me how you made Anver notice you, and I'll stop."
"Ciella said he'd find me," Tishlie whined. "Back in primary. She said if I was a victim, he'd find me, and he did. The crying part was easy. I told him how Kald had tied me there. He just assumed it was like what they did to you, so I let him. The moment he thought I was a victim, he took over, caring for me the way he always did withher!"
"Good girl," Ela praised, letting go of the clamp before he hauled her to her feet.
I was seething. Tishlie was saying that the whole incident of her being abused by Ciella and friends was a lie? They'd set it up intentionally to catch Anver? Or had they been trying for someone else? Wraythe? Ela? Did it even matter? Because I knew that any of those guys would've tried to help back then. That was just the kind of men they were.
Unless she was trying to get all of them. Back then, we'd traveled as a pack. Where one went, we all did. Mostly it was because we were trying to avoid Ciella! The chances of Anver - and only Anver - finding her should've been slim. No one would've known about the ropes, tying, and him needing space from that except us.
All of that explained so much. It was why she was friends with Ciella now, even pretending to be partners. The part I couldn't get over was just how much she'd hurt me. Hurt all of us! Rage was taking over, and the best I could do was keep my face from showing it. Thankfully, Ela was now the one in control.
Once Tishlie was standing, he turned her toward the bed and pushed her forward, not caring that her arms were still bound behind her back. As if Tishlie knew what he wanted, she bent once they were there, allowing Ela to press her face to the mattress, but the girl turned her head to see him. She also had no idea what she'd just admitted to. All she could see was the glorious man positioned right behind her.
"Fuck me now?" she begged.
I could almost hear what Ela wanted, so I walked over to grab the cravat. This was no longer fun and games. This? It was vengeance, and this bimbo needed to be taught a lesson. She'd taken from us. Now, it was time for her to realize that the sweetest revenge was the kind sheaskedfor.
Anver had folded the cravat in half, and the soft fabric lay draped over the footboard of the bed. Grabbing one end, I ran it through my fingers, catching Ela's eye while he toyed with Tishlie from behind. A nod proved we were on the same page. Then his fingers slipped inside her, and he pumped her once before moving to tease her clit. The whole time, he kept asking questions, because one answer hadn't been enough.
"Why didn't you want to study Intuition with us?" he asked, distracting her with the pleasure of her body. "Why did you pull us apart?!" Ela's voice was a challenge, daring her to answer or she'd regret it.
"Because she doesn't deserve to have all of you!" Tishlie mumbled around her heavy breathing.
I laid the cravat against the back of her neck, worked the two ends under, and then offered them to Ela. The whole thing was now effectively a noose, and I no longer cared if he hurt her. She'd approved of choking. Shit, she was so hot for him that she'd even agreed to letting him use a knife on her! Besides, the little bitch deserved everything she got.
"You said you didn't want that class," I reminded her, moving behind Ela to caress the muscles in his back. "Hard, baby," I whispered to him.
