The words catch in my throat. I want to tell her that her father will be there, that this was all planned, that the final act of our revenge isn’t just the Hunt but his witnessing what we’ve done to her. That we intended to break her in front of him.
But we’re too deep in this now. The revenge isn’t just mine anymore; it belongs to Ryder and Liam, too. We’ve crossed too many lines together. Would telling her now make anything better, or would it just be cruel in a different way?
I feel Liam shift behind me, sensing Ryder’s tension. We’re all caught in this moment of indecision.
What would she do if she knew? Run? Scream? Hate us all over again after everything that’s happened? The fragile trust we’ve built would shatter instantly. And for what? To ease my conscience?
“Dominic?” Her voice is soft.
I shake my head. “Nothing. Let’s get to the feast.”
My hand moves to the small of her back, guiding her forward again. The weight of the secret sits heavy between my shoulder blades.
Cora’s expression brightens. “Good. I’m starving.” She smiles, and it hits me hard in the chest. There’s trust there, something I’ve done nothing to deserve.
I lead her toward the double doors at the end of the hallway, where the feast waits. My jaw clenches as we approach.
Dios mío, what have I done?
I guide our group through the double doors into a cavernous dining hall. The feast room of Purgatory exists in permanent twilight—dark enough to hide sins, light enough to witness them.
A massive glass table dominates the center, completely transparent with no tablecloth to hide what happens beneath. I’ve attended enough feasts to know that’s deliberate.
“Stand here,” I mutter to Cora, positioning her between my chair and Liam’s. She hesitates, looking around nervously at the ornate chairs lining both sides of the glass expanse.
“Why can’t I sit?” she whispers.
Ryder takes his assigned seat on Liam’s other side, perfectly relaxed as if we’re at a business dinner rather than the culmination of a three-day hunt.
“Protocol,” I explain, my voice low. “Prey stands until Xavier arrives.”
I scan the room as the other hunters and their prey are already in their designated positions. The seats aren’t randomlyassigned—they’re strategic. Our place is midway down one side, offering a perfect view to the people who will occupy the seats directly opposite. Where Mayor Pike will sit, he’ll be forced to watch his daughter throughout the feast.
My stomach churns.
The doors to the feast room swing open as Xavier enters. Silence falls immediately, every eye fixed on him as he takes his place at the head of the table. He’s wearing an expression I’ve never seen on him before—something almost possessive as he looks at Mira Sullivan.
“Let the feast begin,” Xavier announces, his voice resonating through the chamber.
Without hesitation, he sits in his ornate chair and pulls Mira onto his lap, facing the table. In one fluid motion, he positions her and enters her. Her gasp echoes in the momentary silence before conversation resumes as if nothing unusual is happening.
This is the ritual of the feast—the final display of dominance.
I glance at Cora, whose eyes have widened at the spectacle.
I keep my voice neutral. “This is what happens at the feast.”
Around us, other hunters follow Xavier’s lead, pulling their prey onto their laps. Some women moan, others bite their lips to stay quiet.
My hands find Cora’s waist. “It’s time,” I murmur, guiding her backward as I sit in my chair. I position her over me, her back to my chest, and lower her slowly onto my cock. Her body tenses then yields, taking me inch by inch until she’s fully seated.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear, feeling her shiver.
Liam leans over from his seat, his hand sliding up Cora’s thigh to where we’re joined. His fingers find her clit, circling it slowly while his other hand moves to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
From the other side, Ryder reaches for her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes locked on her face.
Cora’s breathing quickens as she’s stimulated from all sides, her body responding despite the public setting. I hold her hips firmly, controlling her movements as she begins to rock against me.
