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She didn’t have a choice.

Closing her eyes, she found her clit, wet with her and the green-eyed man’s cum. She rubbed the sensitive bud, brutally aware of his cock impaling the most intimate part of her body so completely that the walls of her pussy hugged him until she could feel the ridges of his thick veins against her.

Anger bubbled inside her. She hated this. Why couldn’t they see it in her eyes? They were almost on the same side here in this dungeon, even if she knew outside of it, these men would take great pleasure in snapping her neck.

But with her fury came the pressure of making sure she could get Rhea and Cara out of what had become a house of horrors for them. She would be sent to the Swan House monastery until she gave birth, and there she would stay until she died. Just a vessel. Her son, it was unquestionably given she would birth a son, would be taken from her, raised by the council elders and priestesses, and she would need to become a priestess as well and live that way for the rest of her life.

Rhea would be married off, and if what Alexandria had overheard was true, she would be given to a council member three times her age who was as creepy as hell. She didn’t want to think about what would happen to Cara.

If she failed, she would be taking two other lives with her.

She wasn’t going to fail.

Daring to look at the man with his steely grey eyes, almost silver with hate for her, she rubbed her clit, abandoning her inhibitions and hating them for doing this to her when she didn’t condone any of it.

Her orgasm blasted through her with such violence that she thought she was going to die. Her pussy clutched onto his thickness with every ounce of anger she felt, and she wanted him to know how she felt.

In turn, he looked at her without a speck of mercy before he lowered his head and sucked on her breast, leaving his mark on her the same way the green-eyed man did. And then his muscles hitched so tight that she thought they would break through his skin. She felt rather than heard his ferocious growl before he ejaculated inside her, filling her pussy to the brim now that she had the cum of two men inside her.

The walls of her pussy pulled taut against him the instant she tried to rip away as if she needed to milk the last drop from him. Why was her body betraying her like this?

With agony, she pushed against his chest, her left palm over the tattoo of the three dragon heads over his heart.

All other thoughts had fallen to the wayside in place of what she had to do, but there was something about their tattoos that niggled her somewhere in her subconscious.

Chapter Seven

Without losing a moment more, Alexandria, aware that the High Priestess had raised her head and silently indicated she was running out of time, by looking at a standing hourglass in the middle of a circle marked with Swan House symbols, dates and times, and images.

After facing two rounds of immense humiliation, losing her pride, and losing what was left of her modesty, she wasn't going to let the blue-eyed man reduce her to nothing but a bag of ignominy again.

She climbed over his lap, simultaneously taking hold of his cock, ignoring her body, and going into panic mode at the thought of being stretched beyond her capabilities again. She also ignored the way the green-eyed man and the grey-eyed man’s seed dripped down her thighs.

She was beyond being embarrassed now. Still couldn’t bear the thought of looking at the blue-eyed man as she lifted herself up over his lap, her pussy poised over his cock, while she held her breast and offered it to him.

He did nothing except drown her in his own brand of hate, which came off him with such smoothness and lethality that her breath got stuck in her throat.

She lowered herself over his cock, hardening even more the instant her folds grazed the wide circumference of the head of his shaft.

Her body cried out in both fear and need, something so bizarre she would never understand. Why did she want to feel them inside her? How could she possibly be a glutton for punishment? There wasn’t anything romantic about this, like the books that Cara seemed so obsessed with, where the heroes loved and cherished the heroines.

No, her reality was dark, deviant, cold, and violent, born out of a barbaric ritual where her ancestors thought this was okay—to take what they wanted without consequences.

Like how they thought she was doing now.

She pushed down on his cock, now completely hard as concrete, her folds opening up, his head dipping into the pool of her cum and theirs.

Dear god.

And still, he didn’t take her breast in his mouth so he could bite her and hurt her, knowing they couldn’t do much else to her without suffering the consequences.

A new kind of panic settled in her stomach. He wasn’t going to help her like they did. She would have to do it on her own.

She was now officially running out of time.

Please. Please. Please. I’m on the pill. You won’t be bound to me or Swan House. Please just do it.

His voice cut through her thoughts.

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