Page 51 of Diamond Kisses

Bile gushed up my throat.

“You haven’t earned my trust yet, but…I do believe you’re ready for the next stage of your training.” Victor wiped his hands on his napkin.

I hid my flinch.

Up till now, my lessons had been purely physical in their abuse.

Whippings, floggings, beatings.

Not a single whiff of sexual prostitution or pushing me into places I honestly didn’t know if I would survive.

“You’re aware Rachel will soon be unavailable as she nears her time of delivery. And I’ve promised her—for being such a good jewel—that I won’t touch her for two months after she has given birth to my son.”

My heart stopped.

I almost retched the steak back up.

Physical abuse I could handle.

His psychological warfare of holding Ily’s life over me slowly undid me as a man, but hearing his unspoken promise—the images he painted in my head—

“I will need a replacement while Rachel heals. It’s serendipitous that you’ve become so obedient.”

Fuck.

Fuck!

“I don’t think you’re ready to give yourself to me completely yet,” Victor murmured. “But…let’s test if you’re ready for those games to begin, hmm?” Pushing away from the table, he pointed at his fly. At the hardness hidden behind it. At the cock I wanted to eviscerate.

“A tiny request, my dear sweetling.” He chuckled under his breath. “Like I said, I don’t trust you to put my entire dick in your mouth, so for tonight, just remove megentlyand…kiss me.”

I gagged on sour spit.

My jaw clenched to bite.

Kiss him?

Kiss that part of him?

Fuck no.

Jesusno.

Images of slicing my teeth through his cock and making him bleed consumed—

“Ah, ah, don’t you think I can’t see your thoughts?” His hand lashed out and grabbed my chin. Wrenching my eyes to his, he smirked. “I see them clear as day.”

His fingers dug painfully into my cheeks.

His eyes flashed pure evil as he hissed, “Ferdinand, would you be so kind to take Ilyana on stage? You have my permission to fuck her and then cut off her tits with your steak knife if Henri even twitches wrong.”

No—

“Be my pleasure, Vic.” The sound of wood on wood screeched as Ferdinand shoved his chair back and stalked toward where Ily was chained to the wall. I didn’t dare look at her but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab her, unhook her, then drag her tripping onto the stage.

She squeaked in pain as he shoved her against the same pole Victor had chained me to for forty-eight hours when this all began.

“I’m ready when you are, Vic.”

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