“Are you taking a tone with me, gorgeous?”
Zane hesitated, his mouth opening and shutting twice before he said, “No.”
“I’ll remove the nipple clamps if you promise to forgive me for pretending to be Kazimir,” he offered, knowing that at this point, Zane would take anything for a bit of relief, even scraps.
“Yes,” sure enough he accepted the deal almost instantly. “Yes. Okay.”
Pavel leaned forward, making sure to bump the cage in the process. He grinned when Zane cried out, and then plucked the left nipple clamp free. Dropping it to the side, he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, rolling it beneath the pad of his finger.
Zane’s hips jerked and he moaned.
The second clamp came off and he gave that nipple the same attention, waiting until he was sure he had Zane’s full attention before he bent down and sucked the left one into his mouth. When he caught it between his teeth, the man beneath him reacted like a livewire had been attached to him.
Pavel grabbed Zane’s bound wrists and shoved them over his head, disconnecting them from the device overhead. “Keep these here, or you won’t be getting anything else from me for the rest of the night. Understood?”
Zane nodded and sniffed.
“Sad, gorgeous?” he risked asking, straightening.
“Overwhelmed,” Zane corrected. “Please—”
“I’m going to turn on the camera,” Pavel informed him. This was the main point of contention between them. He could tell earlier that Zane was against taking it to this extreme, but he wasn’t willing to change his mind. “It’s a live feed, which means everything we do from here on out will be seen by others. I’m only telling you this so you can decide which narrative you want to go with. Are you going to act like a victim, or pretend this is consensual?”
“This is not consensual,” he stated, but it was hard to tell if he meant that or was merely playing a role. They both got off when Pavel took control like this, and they both knew it. “If I asked you not to do this? If I begged?”
“You’ve begged for the last six hours, don’t you remember? Where’d that get you?”
“Nowhere.”
“It’s going to happen, baby.” His hand settled on the cage. “I went through a lot of trouble to make sure it would. I need the whole planet to know who you belong to, and I need them to know it fast. Most of all, I needyouto hurry up and realize it. If you think about it, you need that too.”
“Do I?”
“If you could think straight right now, you’d see I’m right. I’ll use you and hurt you during sex. I’ll take advantage and do as I please, no matter how much you protest. But I can offer you something no one else can, gorgeous. Not even the Imperial Heir. I’ve already made sure Wells is in the building. He’s another one of her pathetic little spies, isn’t he? Word will get out that I have you, and Lyra will try to get in touch. When she does—”
“Let me guess,” he bit out. “That’s when I’ll tell her all about our engagement?”
“Such a fast learner.”
“And…” Zane licked his lips, “you don’t think anything can go wrong?”
“The only thing that can go wrong here is you turning me down. If that’s the case, I’ll put the clamps back on and leave you for another six hours. Maybe then you’ll have a change of heart.” Pavel grabbed the cage more firmly, making his point. “So, what’ll it be? Am I spending the rest of the night adding to my art portfolio, or am I breeding this greedy hole of yours on camera?”
“A public claim?” Zane sounded out of breath, even more so than a moment ago.
Was it fear?
Or desire?
“You said it was going to happen no matter what I wanted,” Zane continued. “You said I didn’t have a choice.”
“Good listener. Maybe too good. Seems like you’re still too sound of mind. Let’s—”
“Remove the cage,” he said, “and I’ll play along. You want me willing? Want me to show them how good you give it to me? Okay. Let me come, Hart. Let this end. I’ll give you what you want.”
“You know what I’m doing, right?” Perhaps he wasn’t sound of mind after all.
“Wanting me badly enough you feel the need to show the entire university who I belong to?” Zane snorted. “Yeah. That’s so hot. I hate it. But it’s so hot. I love feeling wanted. Desperately. Are you desperate, Pavel?”
