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Saint sways from side to side as he tries to fight his way to freedom, but he’s too weak, and so is Ingrid when her eyes express how sorry she is before she turns around. Working on autopilot, she lowers Saint’s boxer briefs, revealing his semi erection.
Oscar hisses when he sees Saint naked, a shiver vibrating through him. Bile rises because he makes me sick.
“That’s for you,” he whispers into my ear while I turn my cheek in disgust.
I now understand why he wanted me to touch Saint. He knew Saint would respond to me, and this sick show can’t be complete with a flaccid cock.
“Ingrid.”
Her name alone is enough of a command as Ingrid lowers her head and takes Saint into her mouth. At first, I refuse to believe the sight as real, but soon, the sounds of her pleasuring my lover cannot be ignored. She grips the base of him and sucks him deeply while he squirms, grunting against her to break free.
The men hold him tightly, both grinning deviously as they watch Ingrid suck him off.
Every part of me demands I close my eyes to erase this image for good, but I can’t because when Saint’s frantic eyes meet mine, begging for forgiveness, I need him to know it’s okay. I’m here with him.
“Do you want this to stop?” Oscar says, squeezing my middle.
“Yes.” I hate that my feeble voice betrays me.
“Tell me where Alek is.”
A breath catches in my throat when I realize what this is. I thought I was so smart, certain I had them fooled, but I haven’t fooled anyone. They don’t believe me, and what better way to test me than by doing…this.
They think by torturing me, I will surrender and give them what they really want, which is Alek. I was fucking stupid not to see this sooner.
But I can’t. I tell him, and we’re all dead. They will storm the orphanage, killing everyone in their path. Thinking of the sisters who were so kind to me, as well as Mother Superior and all the children, I know I can’t risk the lives of so many. I just can’t.
“I don’t know!” I cry out as his grip on me becomes punishing.
Even though he is only half aware, Saint knows I’m lying, and the wounded look in his eyes affirms this. But if only he knew why I was doing this. I have to trust Pavel because as he said, Alek is our last bargaining chip. But Saint doesn’t see it that way.
He sees my words as me choosing Alek’s safety over his. But it’s not like that. “I’m sorry,” I mouth to him, hoping he understands.
He doesn’t.
“We’ll see,” Oscar says, licking my cheek in one long stroke.
The corded veins in Saint’s neck are close to popping because it’s clear he’s trying hard not to respond to her touch. But he’s only human. We all are. And soon, I can see him surrender to the torture.
I keep the tears at bay because this is my fault. I deserve this as punishment. If I had given Oscar what he wanted, this would be over for good. Saint’s fight soon dwindles, and the noises leaving him turn primeval and angry.
Ingrid takes his cock in deep, gagging when he thrusts into her mouth. He is no longer here. The fire behind his eyes has extinguished, and all that’s left is a hollowness which has me choking on my silent tears.
He sees my actions as a betrayal, and he has every right to because I do too.
His body rolls with a sluggish tempo, allowing Ingrid’s touch. And even though this shatters me, I understand that after being subjected to nothing but torture, a tender touch heightens everything beyond words.
When you’ve felt nothing but pain, the pleasure is welcomed. Everything feels so good compared to the suffering. I know this because wasn’t I the same way? When Saint spanked me and even when he whipped me, I took the pain and turned it into pleasure, and that’s what he’s doing right now.
He begins to fight it, but it’s no use. His taut body ripples and vibrates before he comes with a strangled, humiliated sob. Ingrid gags but doesn’t spill a drop.
The room falls silent while I just want to curl into a ball and die.
My ache is heroin to Oscar. “You see,” he mocks. “You aren’t that special. He’d come for any whore who dropped to her knees.”
But that’s not true. This may have been done with intent for me to believe that, but I don’t. I know what Oscar wants. He wishes for me to question my relationship with Saint, hoping that I will believe he isn’t worth the trouble, and therefore, give Oscar and Astra what they want—Alek.
But it’s going to take a lot more than that.
