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Nathaniel’s eyes flew open to the disturbing scene of his father kneeling behind Kira, his hand clamped over her mouth as he positioned himself behind her, fisting his cock.

Kira let out a muffled whimper, and he felt utterly powerless as he met her amber eyes, which were fearful and teary.

“Look at me,” Nathaniel begged desperately. “I’m here, Kira. I’m right here. You’ll be all right—”

One of the guards shoved a cloth gag into his mouth, stuffing it in and tying a strip of fabric around his head to keep it in place.

Henrikk gave a low, sinister laugh. “You will learn better if you watch this lesson in silence, son.” He turned his attention to Kira, his hand still on her mouth. “You, my dear, will be silent as well. That is your challenge.” He caressed her face. “Every sound you make will result in a lash of my whip when I am done. My men are listening and counting, so I suggest you take your punishment quietly.”

He turned his empty eyes to Nathaniel. “Let this lesson be my wedding gift to you, son. May it serve as a reminder throughout your reign.”

He thrust his hips forward, the sound of his cock entering Kira horribly audible. The sound of her strangled cry as her body twitched turned Nathaniel’s blood to ice.

Nathaniel watched in outrage as his father drove his cock inside her, all while wearing a satisfied smirk as he held his gaze.

White-hot pain clawed at Nathaniel’s insides and he yelled through the gag.

No, no, no, no, no. Kira!

Time stopped as his father pulled back slowly, commanding the attention of every guest in the room. Hovering behind Kira as he cackled menacingly, drawing out the suspense as he prepared to enter her again.

An excruciating second passed as Nathaniel beheld Kira, beautiful and vulnerable as she silently pleaded for him to help her. His heart was ablaze with agony as he fought the guards restraining him.

Without warning, his father slammed into her again. Kira gasped in pain, her eyes losing focus and her skirt flaring around her as her body jerked forward from the impact.

Nathaniel struggled against the guards’ hold. His words intelligible as he urged Kira to lift her head and look at him as he cursed his father for daring to hurt her.

The guards hit him again, and the gag loosened enough that he could spit out the cloth. “Kira!” he roared, the sound tearing from his throat. “Kira!”

Chapter 41

Pounding Silence

Kira

Everything was dark. Kira had shut her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see the vampire nobles crowding around, craning their necks for a glimpse of what Henrikk was doing to her. Some jeered, others cheered, whilst some sipped their wine with apathy, as if this was normal. Maybe, in Henrikk’s court, it was normal.

How many other shifters had been raped in this hall?

It was hard to comprehend that this was happening to her. She’d tried to prepare herself mentally on the carriage ride over, but Victoria’s second feeding had left her little time or energy to think. By the time they arrived at Wintermaw, Kira was woozy as she stared up at the daunting structure of stone and timber. She was in the wrong headspace, groggy and unable to think, meaning her plan was half-formed and tenuous at best.

The buzz of the crowd grew louder until her ears rang with white noise, until suddenly, she couldn’t hear them at all. A peaceful silence enveloped her as she blocked them out, and all she could hear was her own shallow breathing and the muffled thud of Henrikk’s cock as it pummelled into her.

Nathaniel had shouted her name, fighting to get to her. But the made vampires were stronger. They gagged him again and punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over.

That had been a while ago. Now, there was only silence as she pretended she was someone else, that she was somewhere far from here.

Henrikk’s evil whisper in her ear brought her back to reality. “You feel good, slut. Aren’t you glad Victoria brought you tonight?”

Before she could even consider refusing to answer, Henrikk gripped her hair and wrenched her head back, causing pain to erupt on her scalp. “Answer me—promptly.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped as fresh tears pricked her eyes.

He held her in that position, yanking her hair so her back arched as he thrust into her with force.

Kira tried not to cry out, dreading the whip he’d threatened her with. He was hurting her, and he was taking his time doing it. She’d lost track of how long they’d been here, and her arms were shaking from supporting their combined weight as he took her from behind.

Everything about the King felt wrong. His voice, his scent, his cock, which she’d glimpsed earlier—it had a length to rival Nathaniel’s, with an ugly head and a wicked curve that reached up and into her. His heavy balls squished and slapped her, the coarse pubic hair scratching her sensitive folds. His arms were strong, his hands cruel as he gripped her hair like a rein as if he were breaking in a wild horse.