“I’ve never been fucked this good before, Mark,” I cry out. “You’re worse than them. So, so, so much worse.”
My voice rises like high water. He wants to deny it, wants to spit, but the straps keep him in place, and the truth keeps him nailed open.
“Let that sink in,” Talon whispers, his voice a devil’s purr. “You killed your beautiful wife like a coward. And you could never satisfy her when you had her. Aren’t you a waste of space?”
“Huge,” I gasp as Nathaniel steps back just enough to unzip his pants. “A huge waste of… s-space.”
The way Mark flinches… God, it’s exquisite. His pupils shrink, his throat spasms, sweat beads along his temple. It gets me off. And when something in him breaks, when he hits his limit and tries to turn away, Talon grips his jaw and forces him to watch. He murmurs something low and vicious in Mark’s ear, but I can’t focus on that.
Nathaniel angles me just right, then presses his cock against my pulsing cunt.
From where Mark lies, he can see everything. Both of my entrances. Both of them inside me. I’m his private show from hell.
Nathaniel slides in fast and with the kind of focus that feels like devotion. The precision of him burns through me. I clutch at his neck, nails biting deep, and the sounds that leave me aren’t human.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan. “Please…”
Cassian’s hand trails down my belly, holding me steady between the two of them. Every shift of their bodies reverberates through me like an earthquake. His mouth claims my throat. My chains sing overhead.
I’m ecstatic.
I’m alive.
I’m wanted.
I’m worshipped.
Pleasure and pain have slipped into their rightful places. The scales are tipping. I am the victor; he is the broken one. This is the cruelest, sweetest revenge I could give him.
Though I bet my men have a few more things planned after this.
“More,” I breathe, surrendering to it.
Beads of sweat gather on my forehead. Nathaniel leans in and licks them away. He pumps into me, face close, eyes fierce and merciless, and I open to him.
My body, my heart, my soul.
I let him see everything.
Nathaniel, being Nathaniel,wantsto see it all.
He’s my terror and my salvation: the kind of man who could change faces like masks, carve Mark into pieces for sport, erase this basement from existence and leave no trace.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “P-please.”
“Never,” he rasps, burying his face in my cheek. I feel his heartbeat against my skin.
Time stretches and warps; the pleasure climbs until the world snaps white. Eventually, I can’t tell if I’m crying or laughing when the orgasm hits. It rips through me, shaking me from within. Cassian and Nathaniel groan in tandem, their releases following mine like an echo.
I feel both of them: hot, thick, filling me. It pools and spills deep inside.
I love it.
This is my moment. My vindication. My victory. I waited a long time for this.
Finally, after all these years, it seems right. I’ve risen from my ashes, stronger, and better, and finally treated right.
And as my men uncuff me from the chains and take me upstairs, leaving Mark alone in the basement, I like the thought of this world again.
