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"Like I said to him," I reply, casting my gaze to his goon, contempt seeping into my voice no matter how much I try to curb it. "It's barely been forty-eight hours.Faithneeds time."
A flash of anger passes across Soren’s face as he reaches for my chin and pinches it between his thumb and fingers painfully. "You might want to lessen the attitude if you want to remain untouched. Just because I’ve not allowed any of my men to fuck you until you pass out from the pain, doesn’t mean I won’t."
Swallowing down the bile rising up my throat at the thought, I school my features, forcing calm into my voice. "Faith needs rest and I need to remain conscious and in good health in order to look after her and continue to make diamonds," I calmly point out.
For a moment Soren's grip tightens on my chin, his fingers digging into my skin so hard I can feel the pinch in my bone. He's desperate to punish me, but I force myself not to give him any outward sign that I'm afraid that he’ll live up to his threat.
He leans in closer, lowering his voice. "And my son?"
"Is still alive."No thanks to you.
"Excellent," he says, his piercing gaze meeting mine before his hand moves around to the back of my head. My stomach roils as he presses his hips against mine, his erection hard against my stomach.
“Why am I here?” I ask, forcing myself not to react and knee him in the balls like I want to do.
“You’re to examine my newest shipment of bitches. I need to know how many, if at all, are intact.”
My throat dries out and I can barely respond. “Intact?”
“I need to know if any are virgins,” he replies.
“And you can’t tell that yourself?”
He smirks. “Would you rather one of my men did the examination?”
“No! I’ll do it,” I rush out, not wanting any of those bastards near those poor women.
“I thought you might say that,” he replies before slamming his lips against mine.
I’m so shocked that for the briefest of moments I don’t react. Then my brain catches up with my body, and my hands fly up to his chest as I try in vain to push him away.
He growls into my mouth, yanking me tighter against his body before gripping my face and prying my jaw apart with his fingers, forcing his tongue past my lips.
I gag, hating the vile way he violates me with his tongue. I contemplate biting it off, but the consequences will be too great for me, for these women and for Faith, so I let him defile my mouth and squeeze my tit roughly. I don't fight back, knowing that he wants me too more than anything.
Finally he pulls away, leaving the evil taste of him still lingering on my tongue, and my mouth fills with a rush of saliva as though my body is trying to rid itself of his taste. Forcing myself to swallow, I start to recount the recipe for the poison I’ve made, drawing strength from the mental process. It’s the only thing that keeps me from collapsing into a heap of tears.
“Examine them. Tell me what you find. If their hymen isn’t intact, I want to know.”
“What will happen to the women who aren’t virgins?” I ask.
“They will be given to my men on celebration night,” he says.
“Celebration night?” I ask, remembering him mentioning that previously. If I’m correct, that's only a couple of days away.
“Once a year the Skull Brotherhood get to fulfil their deepest, darkest desires. Like The Masks masquerade ball, only a lot more…enjoyable. ”
The shock must show on my face because he laughs. “You think I don’t know who your friends are? You think I don’t know about your history with The Masksandthe Deana-dhe? You’re not immune to witnessing darkness or being a part of it, are you,Cyn?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue like a dirty prayer.
I swallow the bile burning the back of my throat, ignoring the way he makes me feel dirty for being friends with them. The Masks had many faults, a great deal of which I despised, but they are not the same as the Skull Brotherhood. Arden, Lorcan and Carrick even less so.
“And the virgins?” I whisper.
“Already sold to a man who likes to break in the untouched. They will ship out tomorrow. I’ve heard he likes his virgins stiff, and I don’t mean from fear.”
“You mean?” I choke out, hoping that what he’s insinuating isn’t true.
“There are plenty of people out there with very undesirable tastes…” he allows his voice to trail off as I try to mentally comprehend what he’s saying.
