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Taking her by the rope that bound her hands, he hauled her to feet and walked her toward the water basin. His arms slipped around her as they went and his fingers fit themselves at her waist, marveling at the dip between her hips and her ribcage. The urge to bite her there nearly overcame him. Perhaps when he was through with this part of the game.

“Kneel,” he said when they were in front of the basin. She looked at him and stiffened her body. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Do not make me ask you again.”

She swallowed audibly and then slowly sank to the ground in front of the basin.

“I am, however, going to remove your gag,” he said when she assumed the position he wanted her in. He untied the strip of linen around her mouth and let it fall away. Again, she gave him a small moan of relief. There were red marks at the corners of her mouth. Though she was clearly working to remain stoic, her bottom lip trembled and tears continued to spill out of her eyes.

Slowly, he slipped his hand up into her hair. Though it was quite a lot shorter now, he still had no trouble gathering a fistful of it at the back of her head. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. “Because, Dolly, I want to hear you scream.”

“Ryan, please,” she said, suddenly, her voice twisted with anguish. She turned to look over her shoulder at him. Alex glanced back at him too, taking in the fracture in his composure that passed quickly as it came. “Please, don’t let him do this to me.” She sobbed. “Why are you letting him do this to me?”

Alex tightened his grip on her hair until she sucked in her breath, and then he took her face in his other hand, twisting her head around until she was facing forward again. He moved his face so close to her ear that his lips brushed the perfect shell of it when he spoke.

“Because you helped him kill our fucking brother.”

And with that, he shoved her head forward with all of his might. The break of her head through the water cut off the sound of a scream that left her mouth just before her face was plunged below the surface. Below the water,the scream went on, but it broke the surface only as the sound of faint gurgling.

He left her under the water for the count of ten. It was the building of suffering where the real pleasure lay. It was important to just give her a taste of what was to come. When he reached the number ten, he let her back up, thrashing and wailing.

As she reemerged, she unleashed a scream that could have curdled blood.

“You fucking bastard!” she shrieked. “It’s fucking cold!”

“I was hoping you would notice.” His cock was completely hard now, tight against the front of his dark trousers, as he once again plunged her face into the water. She fought him harder this time, but to no avail. And this time, he held her down longer.

When he pulled her back up she screamed again, a wordless cry of outrage. Pure helpless outrage. It made his blood thunder. Ryan walked slowly into his peripheral vision and he turned his head to look at him. Ryan’s face was guarded, but there was conflict there overshadowed by a look of predatory interest that made blood surge in Alex’s cock.

“Just kill me!” she choked, raking in sobbing breaths.

“Oh no,” Alex said in her ear. “No, Dolly. Not yet. But you will wish that I would by the time I’m done with you.”

He plunged her head forward again. This time, he held her down longer. Much longer. At first, she didn’t struggle as much. She didn’t understand that he was going to start taking his time. But the longer he held her down, shebegan to struggle more. And more. Broken, wet sounds came up through the surface of the water. Across the room from him, Ryan stood perfectly still and watched in silence. A pin could have been heard dropping while she was below the surface.

Alex pulled her up again, her short dark hair flinging water all over the floor. The front of his body was already completely soaked. He didn’t mind the cold water. It helped to stir the lust that was starting to roar inside of him like a blazing inferno.

The scent of her fear was palpable and the ragged breaths that her lungs forced in and out were music to his ears. Still holding her by the hair with one hand, he slipped his other hand against her stomach and pressed her body back against his while he pressed his cock against her lower back. The pressure of soft, sweet flesh against his hand and his body sent a surge through him that made him flex his jaw muscles.

“Alex,” Ryan said. A warning. A prompt? He didn’t know. His vision was becoming a touch foggy, but he slid his eyes over to Ryan, who had unfurled his arms.

Alex released Evelyn’s hair and used both hands to peel her silk robe open.

“Stop–” she said pulling her arms against her chest to stop him from exposing her.

“Don’t move,” he said softly. Dangerously. “You do what I tell you, when I tell you. Is that understood?”

A tremor went through her.

He grabbed her by the hair again until she cried out. “Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes,” she wailed.

“Lower your hands.” And when she did, he slowly relinquished his hold on her hair. Then, he went back to opening the front of her robe. Hands bound together as they were, they forced her breasts together slightly, pushing them into delicious curves. The cut he’d made over one of them was still scabbed over. The only mar on an otherwise perfect vision. He rested his chin on her shoulder while he let out a shuddering breath. His hands slowly squeezed her waist and then slid upward to cup her breasts, kneading them. Teasing himself. Fanning the furious flames of his libido. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh. To reopen the wound above her breast. To mingle her fear and her suffering with absolute pleasure.

“Alex,” Ryan said again, voice hoarse. Alex glanced over at him and this time, he could not conceal the look of frank lust mingled with discomfort that rioted over his face.

“Care to join us?” Alex asked, rubbing deep circles with his palms over her breasts.

“Fuck off,” Ryan said. But his tone didn’t convince either of them.

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