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“Give me those pretty green eyes.”

Black edged into my vision.

I still refused.

She fisted Pedro’s hair with her free hand and drove the assault harder. My dick slid deep into his throat. The head caught on the tight ring as he swallowed me down. Isabeast took control of the pace, drawing him up and pushing him back down again.

“You like having your dick sucked. You’re about to come down this man’s throat, and it’s freaking you the fuck out that you like it so much,” she purred. “That’s what frightens you, isn’t it? Your body doesn’t care who gives it pleasure. It only cares that someone knows how.”

The room blurred.

My balls drew up. I wanted no part of it, but the hand around my throat denied me the air I needed to fight it. Panic tangled with the unwanted throbbing of my dick until I could no longer tell which one made my muscles shake.

Part of me wanted to give her something.

One look.

A few words.

Whatever would make this degradation stop.

I could call her Isabella. I could thank her. I could let her believe she’d won for the few seconds it took to end this.

Anything would be better than coming down this man’s throat while she and these bastards watched.

Her grip tightened.

Pedro took my balls in his hand.

Fuck. I was right there.

“Look at me, Lachlan.”

Mouse’s soft voice came back to me.

Will they come for you?

She’d asked because she needed hope. She’d kissed me because freedom sounded too impossible to believe without proof.

If I gave Isabeast what she wanted now, Mouse might decide I was no different from every other man she’d heard Ciro break—a man who promised strength until misery made the promise inconvenient.

I couldn’t control every physical reaction.

But I could control where I looked.

I could control the words that left my mouth.

And I could make this cruel woman regret coming close enough to demand either.

She leaned in until her nose nearly touched mine. Blood roared in my ears as everything narrowed to her mouth.

“Come for me,” she whispered. “Break for me, my Irish pet. Show everyone what a good boy you can be.”

I didn’t care if I died. That beast was going to taste my wrath on her lips.

I lunged.

My teeth caught the corner of her lower lip, and I bit down with every ounce of strength I had left.