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“But who’d look there? It’s a roof over their head for now.”
“True. You can have the slave’s ass. Roth’s probably got oil in his bedroom.”
“I’ll look.”
Lord Delwin stepped back and seemed to intend to watch as Fake went to the room.
Where the hell was Roth? He was the only one that could stop this now. Oriel went rigid as Fake returned, and he could feel Lord Delwin’s eyes on him, pleased to watch further torture. He broke out into a cold sweat as Fake got on the floor behind him. He just had to be still and get through it like on the ship. He couldn’t fuck anything up when freedom was so close. He only had to act a little longer.
Fake touched his hip.
Oriel’s panic snapped as he dropped his body to the floor, twisted, and kicked to catch Fake in the leg. Lord Delwin shouted something, and they were both on him in a second. The collar tightened on his airway, and something, probably Fake’s fist, slammed into his gut.
“The fucking bitch got my knee!” snarled Fake.
Oriel struggled to breathe through the pain in his gut as he jerked against Lord Delwin’s grasp. Fake went to force his stiff legs apart, but the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Teaching your damn slave a lesson,” said Lord Delwin.
As Roth came into view, his livid eyes focused on Fake, and his ears went back. “I never said you could fuck my slave!”
Shame and defiance crossed Fake’s face as Oriel attempted to not tremble. “Lord Delwin said I could have him. I know where Derra is-”
Roth turned to Lord Delwin. “Oriel is mine to use.”
“He’s a slave, and he fought. He’s not obedient like you said.”
“He is obedient because I said he’s only mine, and his ass isn’t for anyone else. Of course, he fought. If he won’t verbally refuse, he still knows whatmywishes are, and he won’t disobey me.”
“He doesn’t get to refuse anyone, especially me,” Lord Delwin said in a deadly quiet voice.
“I’m his Master.”
“I bought him and broke him. Although it seems it wasn’t enough.”
“Get out.” Roth waved a hand at Fake.
“You said you’d share before-”
“Guess what? I don’t feel like having sloppy seconds.”
Fake stood. “Selfish.”
Roth’s hand cracked against his face “Get your own slave to fuck or find a whorehouse in the city. Your parents are just leeches on our court, and so are you.”
Fake’s whole face turned as red as his slapped cheek before he hurried away. The door slammed as Lord Delwin stopped pinning Oriel down and stood.
“He should know not to fight.”
“He’s following my wishes.”
“You’re the heir, but don’t forget who the lord is.” Lord Delwin stepped closer to his son who kept his chin up, but his posture stiffened for a moment as if he was expecting a slug. “If I say someone can fuck him, then they will. He was your gift, but I can take him away at any time you ungrateful brat.”
“Maybe I’ll bring someone to your room and let them have whatever they want.” Roth snapped as Oriel hurried to get back on his forearms and knees.
“That’s not the same. This is King Leneer’s son-”
