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Hearing his name brings on a sadness that crushes my spirit. I don’t see the point in denying it because, once upon a time, he was. We were captivated by the other. But now, after all that’s been said and done, Saint believes I have fallen victim to Alek’s charms.
Peering into Alek’s eyes, I know what I must do because all is fair in love and war, and with Saint, the two go hand in hand.
“I wish you would have ruled with your kindness because I know it’s there.”
He recoils slightly, appearing stunned by my revelation. But that isn’t possible. It’s too late for him. And no matter how guilty I feel, I have to make a choice.
When I find Saint across the room with Oscar by his side, there was only ever one choice to make, and that is Saint.
He will always be my first.
With eyes still locked on his, I whisper, “How about you get that game out of the way, and then we can go upstairs?”
Time stands still for so many reasons.
For Alek, his mouth parts, clearly stunned by my openness and acceptance of him into my bed. And for me, I just condemned a man to death. I can deal with the consequences later because now, it’s time I claimed back my life and deal with whatever the aftermath might be.
“Yes,” he exclaims, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.
Saint looks ready to tear the flesh from Alek’s bones, but when I nod subtly, everything changes. A wave of what appears to be relief washes over him. The black of his eyes slowly transforms into their mesmerizing green, and what I see confirms I made the right choice.
Saint looks…happy.
If presenting Alek to him will erase his darkness, then it’s what I have to do. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make because this is as close to freedom as I will ever get. For every action, there is a consequence, and I will have to live with that every single day.
But I’m ready.
The music comes to an end, and Alek twirls me around one final time. When we come to a stop, he pulls away and bows. It’s all very gallant, which makes me feel like an even bigger villain.
“Come.” He takes my hand and escorts me from the room, stopping to speak to a few masked guests along the way.
Saint never strays too far and knowing he’s close by settles my nerves. Oscar gestures to Astra and Borya that things are about to start. It sickens me that everyone has a role to play in this twisted game.
Alek notices his three “friends” gathering, and without a word, he leads the way through the crowd who are none the wiser to what is about to unfold. We walk down the hallway, and only the stabbing of Astra’s heels reveals they’re all following in hot pursuit.
My hand is shaking in Alek’s. I can’t help it. He draws it to his lips and kisses the back of it. “It’s okay,” he assures, but it’s really not.
Once we get to wherever they’re playing this game, I would have played a part in Alek’s demise. My father would be so ashamed of me. The cross at my throat burns, a psychological response to what’s thrashing around my mind.
Alek opens the door to the den, where I first met Oscar. Stepping inside, I’m instantly assaulted with images of naked women and filthy men. Alek was one of those men. I need to remember that when he kisses me on the forehead and leads me to sit on a small sofa in the corner of the room.
Thankfully, it’s not the same one Zoey sprawled out on as nameless men fucked her senseless.
The door closes, cementing the fact this is really happening. Saint follows Oscar, but when he makes a beeline to stand near me, Oscar shakes his head, his vile eyes glowing.
“Come sit with me. You’re my good luck charm, after all.” He pointedly looks at me as he rubs over Saint’s crotch.
Saint stands unflinching, playing his part, while I swallow down my disgust at Saint being subjected to this because of me.
Astra and Borya are oblivious to Oscar’s perversion because when they take a seat at the poker table, it’s clear they only have one thing in mind. “Shall we start? I’m sure you want this over with as soon as possible.”
Borya’s eagerness has me shuffling in my seat, causing the leather beneath me to creak.
“Yes,” Alek says, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he takes a seat at the table. “I do. Shall we set the rules?”
Astra makes a fuss as she arranges her layers of tulle so she can sit, and when she does, she appears like a queen, sitting on her throne. “Oh, Aleksei. You are such a stickler for the rules lately. But only when it suits you.”
I gulp.
