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Artemis is doing this because when I killed Troy, I made everyone question his authority. It’s a petty, spiteful move, and I am even more eager for the challenge to start.
I will not let anyone lay a hand on her, but there’s only one way to protect her.
“I’ll be happy to sample the wares.” Solomon’s voice is low and taunting. He steps forward and runs his hand across her flat stomach, moving down toward the neatly trimmed curls between her legs.
“Stop,” I bellow, and everyone does just that, turning their attention to me. “I am planning to marry her,” I snap. Solomon pauses, his hand resting lightly on her lower belly. “That is the exception. It’s in the charter,” I remind Artemis.
Artemis looks at me skeptically. “This is a woman who betrayed you when you were in your teens. We know. We’ve accessed some of your therapy files.”
For the invasion of privacy, I’ll take my time with him.
“Yes. And what better way to make her suffer for the rest of her short life than to chain her to me seven days a week? I’ll put her through hell. She’ll have my children. And then I’ll dispose of her.” Camille flinches, her eyes widening. Does she know I’m just saying that because I have to? “She fits all of the requirements to be bred. She’s physically fit and attractive, college-educated, and comes from respectable parents.”
“You’re lying,” Paxton growls. He reaches out to squeeze her breast. I grab his hand. “Touch her, lose your arm.” I release his hand, and he raises his fist, but Artemis snaps, “Wait.”
As Paxton quivers with impatience, Artemis looks at me suspiciously.
“If you plan to make her suffer, show me.”
There’s no getting out of this. It’s either me who hurts her or one of them.
I glance around the room until I see a rack of implements. I fetch a whip with a rigid black and white handle and a long black tail.
She tenses fearfully as I walk around behind her. I draw back my arm, my muscles bunching, and go at it, slashing her pale, naked skin. She makes strangled screaming noises behind the ball gag as I paint long red welts from the top of her back to the bottom. With each brutal smack of leather on flesh, she bucks against her chains. The men from around the room watch eagerly, and for once, I don’t like that people are looking at her naked body. I should be the one to choose how to punish her and who to display her to.
I feel cold and sick, but I don’t stop. Because if I do, they’ll kill her. With each snap of the whip, she jerks as if she’s being shocked with electric currents.
Finished with her back, I move on to her buttocks, snapping the whip until raised red welts crisscross her buttocks. Her moans grow weaker, and she’s sagging on her chains by the time I finish. I’ve marked up her entire back and ass now, so I toss the whip aside into a basket and undo her leather hand and wrist cuffs.
She sinks to her knees, trembling violently, arms crossed over her stomach. I’m sure she’s moments from throwing up, and the thought makes my own stomach roil.
“Drop your arms right now,” I snap, and she obeys, her body stiff and her face contorted in misery. I unsnap the ball gag, and she gasps, spluttering as I pull it from her mouth. Seconds later, she’s presented with my hard cock in her face.
“Suck me,” I command, my gaze burning into hers.
I hope she knows I didn’t have a choice. I hope she can forgive me.
What the fuck am I saying? I promised her torture, and torture is what she deserves. Why the hell am I all of a sudden getting soft? I don’t like it.
“And make it good, whore.”
Her hands shake as she grasps my cock and guides it into my mouth. A circle of men gather around us now, watching. Their greedy eyes rove over her.
I thrust into her mouth, and she sucks me hard, her mouth moving the way I like it. She’s sniffling and whimpering, but she tips her head back and lets me fuck her hot little mouth. The tears running down her cheeks send a rush of excitement to my groin. I close my eyes and drift to that fantasy world where it’s just her and me. I tangle my fingers in her hair and guide her, and my groin heats pleasurably, the pleasure building until finally, I release into her mouth. She swallows every bit, and her gaze drops to the floor when I slide out of her mouth.
I look up at Artemis. “This is my cunt to punish,” I say shortly. “I would like to take her to her room and finish in private. Immediately after the challenge, I will marry her. I can assure you.”
He shrugs in annoyance. “Run along then. And I don’t need to tell you what will happen to her when you lose.” Great, we’re starting with the macho posturing now. I’m lucky he’s held back by the rules of the charter, or I’m sure things would be going very differently for us.
I march her naked through the house, and her arms quiver; I know she desperately wants to cover herself, but she refrains. My need to pick her up and carry her is intense, but I know cameras are all around, so I have to be smart.
When we get to my room, I take her into the shower, strip out of my clothes, and blast warm water on both of us.
“Turn around and face the wall,” I growl, and she obeys without a word, trembling like a leaf. I’m sure there are cameras and listening devices in here too. There is no semblance of privacy where these fucks are concerned.
I kick her legs apart and pull her up against me, pressing my lips against her ear. “I’ll get you out of this,” I murmur very quietly, my fingers slipping between her legs. “Be patient.” She sags with relief, slumping back against me.
I tangle my fingers in her wet hair and jerk her head back. “Open your legs wider, you little whore!” I bark at her, and again, she hurries to obey me without a word. Frustration surges through me. For the first time, I don’t want to be rough with her, but I have no choice. I want to rub ointment on her welts, and stroke her gently, and tell her how sorry I am for everything. But I can’t, not with the video camera watching us.
