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I know what he’s seeing, Savannah’s cotton panties, my fingers pushed inside, moving inside her tightness, that only I’ve claimed. My cock strains against my trousers, eager to replace my fingers, but ignoring it I don’t stop until Savannah is a whimpering mess as her climax claims her.
A primal instinct deep within me screams at me, Savannah is mine. Why am I giving him the satisfaction of seeing her?
But I don’t stop, don’t let up as Savannah crumbles under me all while he watches.
Jacob holdsme while I come down from my high. The man he tied to the chair watches me, his gaze boring into mine.
“Kneel, kitten,” Jacob demands, and I follow his order, sinking to my knees.
“See how well she obeys me,” he tells him. Running his fingers across my cheek and down over my lip, he forces it to pop up when he lets it go.
“Such a good girl, isn’t she?” Jacob walks toward the man. His fingers grip the gag around his mouth and yank it down, the man behind cursing him.
“You’re going to fucking pay, you hear me, you son of a bitch.”
“Ssh,” Jacob murmurs, placing his finger against his lips.
Lifting my head, I see Jacob circle him, placing his knife against his cheek, he slices it through his skin, and the man grunts.
“Tell me, Marcel. How much did you pay for Savannah’s hand?”
My eyes widen. My father sold me?
“Fuck you.” Marcel sneers spitting on Jacob. Chuckling, Jacob looks back at me and then spins, smacking Marcel in the side of the face with the knife.
He bellows out in pain as the knife slices through his cheek, blood running down his face and pooling at his feet.
I should look away, close my eyes, and do something. But I can't. I watch as Jacob leans over him, slicing the other side and grinning as he screams out in pain.
He really enjoys this. This is the real him.
“Are you watching, kitten?” Jacob growls, making me jump. I nod and Marcel hisses as Jacob runs the knife down his cheek.
“Tell me, how much did you pay?” Jacob demands.
“Five million.” Marcel grunts, eyeing me around Jacob.
Five million?My eyes well with tears. My father really was selling me off to a husband.
A sob falls from my lips and Jacob turns watching me. “Stand up, Savannah,” he demands.
On shaking legs, I do as he asks and stand. Holding his hand out to me, I place mine in his and his fingers wrap around mine pulling me toward him.
He leans over me whispering, “I want you to end his life, Savannah.”
“What?” I gasp, staring up at him.
“End him, now, Savannah,” he says again, holding the knife out to me.
“No,” I say, clenching my jaw shut.
“I wasn’t asking, kitten.”
“Please don’t make me.” I whimper, wrapping my arms around myself. Jacob moves, taking a step forward forcing me to take one back.
“Do you want to marry him?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Then kill him.”
