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The truth is, I could scream. I could cry. I could plead. But none of it would matter. The people in this room would gawk at me like I was a center-ring circus attraction, but they wouldn’t intervene. That’s the fucked up thing about this place. Lucas and his crew own this entire fucking school and they rule the Burning Crown like gods. What they say goes, no questions asked.

I’m convinced Lucas could slit my throat right now and no one would say a damn thing about it. That’s how deep these people’s loyalty to the Sacred Sons runs.

They’re all just spineless sheep.

Not me.

I yank my hand out of his death grip, the quick motion causing me to stumble back. He reaches forward and catches me before I fall. “Put that necklace on me, Lucas, and you’ll be sorry you did…” Did that come out right? I can’t tell. It feels like I’m slurring my words.

I know deep in my bones that this is Lucas’ doing. I challenged him up in his room and now he’s proving that he’s the one in control.

Goddamn, I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

Honestly, he should have stuck with Ava. She’s willing to serve him without question. But me? I’m more interested in slitting his throat while he sleeps…

He pulls me close, into his warm body, and there’s a smile stretched across his cruel lips. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you now.”

My head lolls to the side. I feel so tired and yet anger still flares inside me. “I hate you,” I say.

“You keep saying that,” he laughs, then leans in to whisper, “but I think you’re lying again.”

I feel the weight of his cold pendant on my chest, so he must have put it on me at some point without me realizing—and that scares me more than anything because that means I’m officially his consort. And whether I like it or not, I belong to the devil now…

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Lucas

I declaredher as my consort in front of everyone and now she wearsmypendant. The rush I get from seeing my symbol around her neck is like hit straight to the vein. It’s the most intense high I’ve ever felt.

I’ve denied myself this for so long—for Gabriel. I’d already taken so much from him, so when he made his move on Wyn, I just sat back and let him. Watching that shit was torture, but it’s what I deserved, so I didn’t say shit to anyone.

But Wyn was right about one thing. Gabriel is gone now.

I’m holding her in my arms when her head falls back and her eyes drift closed. She moans, then settles back into the warm slumber induced by the drugs I slipped into her champagne. It was a small dose, just enough to take the fight out of her for the next hour or so.

Dipping my head, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down hard, drawing a little blood. She stirs in my arms, her brows pinching together, but the drug has done its work, and she doesn’t wake.

With a flick of my tongue, I clean the blood off her plump bottom lip, the metallic tang feeding that deep gnawing hunger inside me.

I pull back to look down at her face, her lashes resting on her curved cheek. The whole room is listening, but I’m speaking only to her. “Now you’re bound to me in blood.”

My cock stirs to life, and I have the sudden urge to take her here, right now, solidifying my claim. But I’m not sharing her again. I had to fuck her in front of everyone at her initiation, but now she’s mine, and no one but me will hear her little moans of pleasure when he comes.Not unless they have a death wish.

Silently, I lift her dead weight over my shoulder and turn to my brothers. They all look more annoyed than shocked by what just happened. I didn’t give them a heads-up about any of it. “Close it out for me,” I say to Christian.

He looks at me like,what the fuck?

Whatever. He’ll do what needs to be done. Leaving the room, I move quickly up the main staircase, and head straight to my room, kicking the door open with my foot. She rouses a little as I lay her down on my mattress. Then I go back to shut and lock the door and set my camera up.

I’ve never recorded a girl before. I’ve never wanted to. I mean, once I come, who gives a fuck? But with Wyn, damn, I want to savor her.

When I’m done setting everything up, I look down at her, lying in a puddle of velvet created by her robe. She looks so innocent, vulnerable, and my cock twitches behind the zipper of my black slacks.

Her mouth is open slightly, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed. I take my time removing her robe, opening it up like a package on Christmas day.

“Goddamn,” I whisper, awestruck, my gaze settling on the pendant that has settled into the hallow between hercollarbones.Mypendant. “You are so fucking perfect. What have you done to me?”

She’s wearing a short dress, and the skirt is pulled up slightly, revealing her white lacy underwear. Through the lace, I can see the trimmed patch of dark hair between her thighs and it makes my mouth water.

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