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Janos releases my mouth, giving me the opportunity to oblige, but I just stare like an idiot. The orgasm may have ruined my ability to think, but my instincts still work well enough to know I’ll never ask this man to use my body.

Gabor gives Janos a nod, spurring him to clamp his massive palm back on my mouth. I stare into the ceiling as I try to blockout the heat flaring at my core as Gabor continues licking me and pumping the dildo in and out. But I can’t ignore the stimulation for long, and when an orgasm brews deep within my belly once again, he stops and repeats his cruel demand.

“Beg me for an orgasm.”

My answer remains the same. I shake my head, and Gabor continues licking and pumping, dragging me into an endless spiral of needy frustration and utter humiliation.

Finally, my mind caves in, reduced to a useless mush of demented desperation. I try to scream—hurl profanities—but the only things coming out are pathetic whimpers and garbled pleas. My body is so taut with the need for release that it hurts, and I buck with violent jerks that cripple my limbs and spasm in my muscles.

“Give in. Be a good girl and let go for me.” Janos’s words are a low whisper against my ear. They seep straight into me with a startling gentleness more effective than the sternest of commands. I want to expel them, but Janos’s voice keeps swirling in my mind, almost loud enough to block out Gabor’s cruel mockery.

“Are you ready?” Gabor asks.

I stare up at him like an idiot. When my brain finally makes sense of his words, I think I’m going to refuse once more, but Janos’s gentle urge echoes in my ear like a spell wrapped around my brain.

It’s not a conscious choice when I nod.

“Say it,” Gabor demands.

Janos releases my mouth, and I stutter the crushing plea with a hoarse sound. “C—can I come?”

Gabor’s eyes narrow like it’s not good enough, so I force out one more word, breaking the promise I made myself.

“Please.”

“Alright then.” Gabor leans down to lap at my clip with renewed vigor, slamming the toy back in with a force that rings through my pelvis. But the pain morphs into something else—a warm throbbing that sends me straight onto the edge.

“Good girl,” a warm voice whispers, only for me to hear. And it’s those words that throw me over, shattering me in the most painful, violent, and wonderful orgasm I’ve ever had.

CHAPTER 12

“Give”

by Sleep Token

Janos

Rebecca shudders a few times with the last ripples of her orgasm before she goes limp against me.

“Well, that was fun,” Gabor says as he climbs off the bed. He shifts to Hungarian, no longer caring whether Rebecca or Kadri understands. Or maybe not wanting them to hear what he’s saying. “Quite the feisty little one. More fun than my last toy. She was too cheap. This one is more…”

“Innocent?” I offer, glancing down at the girl, who seems to have drifted off, nestled against my chest.

“Exactly. Like a little kitten baring her tiny claws and hissing.” He makes a clawing motion with his hand, and I huff a quiet laugh.

“How do you want to go about this? Keep her here, lock her up somewhere, or get her a new place?” I ask as he starts getting dressed.

He turns and scans the place as he considers. “Did the roses help? Is there any chance she’ll try to run off again?”

I shake my head. “She’ll stay put. I’ve monitored her calls and movements. Still no signs of any friends or close family. She’s the perfect target, really.”

“Except she’s Danish.” Gabor twists his lips with disgust. “Those Scandinavian fuckers will make a big fuss over nothing. A single slut gone and they’ll act like someone has assassinated their queen. It’s ridiculous.”

“I could always lock her up somewhere?”

Gabor huffs. “I thought you were done with that, Janos?”

The last girl I kept locked up for him was a pain in the ass. It was like having a pig in a small pen even though I kept her in a nice place. She’d scream and scream and trash everything, and when I tied her to the bed, she’d yank at the ropes until her skin bled, scratch herself, and pull at her own hair. Gabor hates any marks he doesn’t make himself. It was a hassle to keep both her and the place clean and tidy for Gabor. I ended up having to use softer methods on her, making her fall in love with me and acting the part of her protector. I absolutely hated it.

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