The metal circle jolts with a loud clunk as it springs into action and begins to bring me back up to a standing position. My body sags from the relief and my wrists burn. I didn’t realize how tight the chains had become in that position.
No, no! It can’t be over, can it? I need him to… I need him to make me—
“Now be a good pet and show everyone here who you belong to.” He stands in front of me, blocking me from the audience’s view, engulfing me in his scent and his deep red, gleaming eyes.
“I want to watch you fuck yourself on my fingers.”
I lick my lips, and he tracks the movement like the predator he is.
Knox entwines his hand in my hair again, this time at the base of my skull to hold me in place so I can see him and only him as he inserts two fingers inside of me. I gasp at the suddenness of it all, which earns me another one of his dazzling smiles. His fingers fill me, pushing in deep, and I can’t help but grind myself against them, silently begging for any kind of friction he could give me. His thumb pushes down on my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure I like, and I scream from the pleasure.
“Come for me,” he whispers, as he finally begins to move languidly inside of me. Teasing me. Torturing me.
I use the restraints to my advantage as I move against his hand. His thumb rubs my clit faster than I thought possible, almost like a vibrator. My thighs shake uncontrollably. It’s all too much.
The pain from the restraints.
The feel of him finally touching me.
The look of adoration in his eyes.
The bond’s incessant pull.
It’s beyond overstimulation. It’s cataclysmal.
The knot in my stomach tightens into an excruciating hold as we move in tandem together, chasing my release. And then, with a cry that tears from my throat, my world explodes. My body convulses, hips writhing against his hand, my moans the only sound in the entire room.
Knox holds me against his hard chest and all I can think about is ripping off his shirt and running my tongue—
“Well, well, well. What a show you have put on for us, Danni.”
And just like that, I’m dryer than the desert outside as Damon’s voice edges closer.
Knox’s eyes harden as his face transforms into his signature haughty sneer. He withdraws his fingers and turns to face Damon.
“Knox, you should taste your efforts. We couldn’t help ourselves; we indulged while we watched you. Danni is truly a gift to us all.”
My stomach turns as the reality of this hellhole comes rushing back. My own blood turns cold as the gravity of what I’ve just done slams into me. I played their game for my own pleasure. I keep my eyes centered on Knox’s chest, using his hand that still grips the back of my head as a grounding technique. I’m still chained up and I don’t have my stake, but boy, I’d give anything to wipe the smug smile from Damon’s face.
“I must return my Familiar to her room. Her efforts have a price, and if she is to be used like this, she must rest and regain her strength.”
Used like this? Forced to orgasm over and over again for their entertainment?
My blood boils.
Damon sighs in disinterest. “Fine. But don’t be late for dinner. Your father wishes to see you.”
I hear his footsteps retreat and I finally drag my gaze up to meet Knox’s. His face is stone cold, like carved marble. Unreadable. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licks each digit clean, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart stutters in my chest.
“Pineapple.” I mutter. The shackles release me and I fall into his arms. Knox wastes no time scooping me up and carrying me out of the ring. I let him, glancing over his shoulder at the audience.
Damon and Egor’s eyes are fixed on me as they feed on the same human.
I cringe and bury my face in the crook of Knox’s neck.
That could be me next…
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