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The scars on my face feel tight as I do it, almost like they're reminding me not to go too far, not to leave her permanently marked.
The timing has to be perfect, I don’t want to hurt her.
I wait for the beginning of another orgasm and her moans to get louder before I press the blade into her shoulder. I hear her hiss, pulling back but I rub the wand harder and she moans again, pressing back into me as the strongest orgasm yet rides through her. I slice a bit more, dragging it down her skin as lightly as I can while still cutting. Blood bubbles and spills down, pooling at the white fabric on the base of her back, but it isn't very deep.
I drop the knife and ignore the chanting around me, the things they're screaming at me to do to her. Instead, I let the wand and knife go, and grip her hips hard enough to bruise and lose myself in her. It's only a moment before I feel my own release coming, letting out a shout as I spill into her.
Beneath me, I feel her panting, and when I pull out and see her swollen cunt, I feel my dick twitch again.
"Bravo!" I hear a voice behind us, clapping and stepping out onto the stage. I toss the skirt back over her to give her some semblance of modesty. I knew I’d have to show them something, but luckily, most of the dress seems intact. Applause is loud around us and though I doubt it was the show they were used to, I seem to have pulled it off.
A man steps forward to address the crowd, but I ignore him.
Standing, I adjust myself and fix my pants. I turn to the side stage where Ivor stands and nod before leaning over to remove Kinsey’s chains. I grip her elbow and help her rise as she uses her other arm to try to pull the torn fabric to cover her breasts. The smallest sigh comes from her lips when she seems to realize it's futile, and instead, lets her hand drop and look up into my face, despite the man standing only a few feet away.
Looking into her eyes, I am amazed to see something akin to gratitude, and my grip on her arm tightens and I pull her under my arm before bringing her toward Ivor. I feel her burrowing in me as we approach, and I can’t put a name as to why it pleases me so much.
Ivor watchesme closely and I wish I could read something on his face, but the smile planted there is unreadable. He gives me a small nod, then turns to the girl as he speaks, his eyes watching her with interest.
"You did well, girl," he says to her. She flicks her eyes up to him, but stays tucked under my arm. He looks at me. "Alright, let's get back to my office for the rest. My men will take care of her."
I frown. "You said I could have her."
Ivor looks at me, considering this.
“Not here,” he finally says, turning on his heel and walking off the stage as the announcer begins to introduce the next auction. We step off the stage and I grab my jacket and put it over her shoulders. She wraps her hand around the edges and pulls it close, looking up at me with a look of gratitude.
Fuck if that doesn’t kill me.
She may have liked it by the end, but there’s no fucking denying what I just did to her on that stage. I’m no fucking rapist, but it wasn’t her choice, either. The look she gives me now fucking thrashes me, makes me feel like a disgusting prick.
As much as I’d like to grab Ivor and choke the life out of him before taking the girl and running, I instead take Kinsey’s arm and urge her forward. Ivor looks at me and I dare him with my eyes to take her from me. His jaw tightens, but he nods.
“Bring her then, hurry up.”
She hustles along beside me, her tiny legs moving fast to keep up with mine, but I don’t have time to worry about her comfort at this moment.
The Iron Elite have us both, and that is a dangerous place to be. I wonder if she realizes how much danger she’s actually in.
Ivor opens the office door and I lead Kinsey in, who is still tucked under my arm and seeming to make herself as small as possible. I don’t normally like timid women, but something about her calls to me and makes me want to protect her, beyond my obligations to Jay and myself for her being taken in my place.
Ivor only closes the door before I speak.
“You said I could have her,” I repeat. “Are you telling me you’re going back on our deal?”
Our eyes meet and even though I know he could have both me and Kinsey killed within twenty seconds, I don’t break my stare. After a moment, he raises an eyebrow.
"Atlas, you have to understand it’s only business. The girls live here," he tells me, daring me with his eyes to object. "For your use as needed, of course."
My eyes narrow and I feel flames flicker in my blood.
"That wasn't our deal," I grit out and the corner of his mouth turns up. One of his bodyguards steps up behind him with a look of warning.
“Come on, Atlas, you couldn’t actually think we’d let you just leave with the girl? After what she’s seen?”
I go to open my mouth but am interrupted by a small voice before I can.
“I won’t say anything,” Kinsey’s soft voice tells him as she steps forward half a step. I can feel her body shaking. Ivor turns to her and his face actually softens slightly. Stepping forward, he reaches a hand out for her, and I have to hold back the urge to slap him back.
