Page 131 of Cursed Heirs

“He raped her,” my dad said.

No, stated.

I arched an eyebrow, the realization setting in. “When you were being held captive, you saw something in that regard, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“The act itself was horrific enough, but it’s also the way he manipulated the situation that will stay with her, how he treated her. He tortured her mind as much as her body,” Marlowe informed me.

I looked at my dad. “You showed him inside your memories?”

“I’ve been informing him of everything that’s happened. With me unable to resume your tutelage to ascend the throne, you’ll need Edgar at your side in my stead.” He beamed out at him. “He’s the next best thing.”

“High praise,” Marlowe said, with a bittersweet smile. Then he told my father, “I’ll show him, if you agree. He needs to understand to be able to help his love.”

My father pinched the bridge of his nose. “So be it.”

Marlowe held out his hand to me.

I swallowed hard and took it, bracing myself.

It was the last thing I wanted to see, but if it could help me to understand what Alena needed from the three of us to help her through it, it was worth it, definitely worth my own discomfort.

I reached into his mind and with him allowing me, it was easy to access the particular memory he’d taken from my father.

In a flash, it was upon me.

And it sickened me.

“Kneel to me, sweet princess.”

“Fuck,” I rasped, watching the scene through my father’s memories.

“Hands behind your back.”

I grunted as I saw her being forced to obey him, to want him, and do his bidding.

“It burns.”

“Black magic runs through me. That’s what you’re feeling. Don’t fight it and it will cease hurting. Drink it down like my dirty whore. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be mine? To serve me like my whore as I grant you pleasure you’ve been without for so long?”

“Yes.”

My father had tried to look away, to block it out, but Constantine hadn’t allowed it.

“Ungh… such a sweet fucking cunt. Squeezing me like a vise. Pulsing for me. Fucking dripping for me, Your Majesty. Look at her getting off on every moment, bouncing on my cock. She’s desperate for me. My dirty little whore to do with as I will. Make sure your son and his cohorts get the message—and the visual.”

“No,” I cried, gritting my teeth as I saw her being defiled by the madman.

“It hurts,” she told him.

“It’s the black magic filling you up, me filling you up.”

I jerked back from Marlowe, panting and squeezing my head, trying to cast it all out.

I felt sick, bile rising in my throat.

It was all I could do to swallow it down and prevent myself from retching.

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