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Marcus jerked and let out a groan—the only sound Quill had managed to extract from him the whole time he’d hung in the chains.
“We should get Saskia to lick that up, don’t you think?” Quill said.
Marcus just glared.
Quill unlocked the chains and let the other man fall, then he returned to Saskia’s cage and opened it.
“He takes care of you. Go take care of him. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
“M-master, what should I wear?”
He was so particular about everything that she didn’t want to risk riling him up even more at the moment.
Quill’s gaze panned over her. “I like what you’re wearing now.”
Nothing.
She swallowed around the hard lump in her throat. “Yes, Master.”
Saskia watched his retreat. She didn’t dare leave the cage until he was safely outside the building.
Marcus stretched out across the marble, his cheek pressed to the floor as he watched her approach. His breath was still a pant but slowly returning to normal.
“D-do you want me to prepare a bath for you?” Saskia asked.
He nodded, giving no intention he ever planned to move from that spot.
“I can’t carry you. Can you make it there on your own?”
“I’m fine, Saskia. It’s all surface shit. That bastard hasn’t owned me for a long time.”
Thissurface shitlooked pretty bad to her. Quill had broken skin. Marcus would need to be bandaged up.
“Are you sure you want to soak like this?”
“Put the salts in. It’ll help me heal.”
She started to cry.
“It’s not that bad,” he said. “I’m not distraught. There’s no reason you should be. You’re just playing into his bullshit.”
Saskia wiped the tears off her face. “I’ve played into his bullshit from the moment I knew who he was. He knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him if I knew he was Quill.”
“This is all a chess game with him. He’s always playing six or seven moves ahead. He’s patient. God only knows how long he’s been jerking off thinking about doing what you just witnessed. You can’t let him inside your head.”
It might have been nice to have these warnings much earlier—like the day she’d brought the reproduction to the house and first met Marcus. It was far too late for disclaimers. Quill was already deep inside her. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
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Marcus let out a pained hiss as he lowered himself into the oversized tub.
“Is the water too hot?”
He shook his head. “It’s fine, love.” He extended a hand. “You can come join me if you want. There’s plenty of room. You don’t want to keep him waiting. You clean up while I soak.”
She kind of did want to keep him waiting. She was beginning to grow strangely attached to and protective of Marcus, which made it feel like a betrayal to be near Quill. She wasn’t sure if she could sit at a table with him and eat breakfast and pretend nothing had happened.
Marcus watched as she got into the tub. “You belong to him. If I ever come between that, it won’t be good. For either of us. I can only protect you so far. You have to do the other part by remembering who you prioritize.”
