Page 52 of Diamond Kisses

“Excellent.” Letting my cheeks go, Victor reclined and shrugged. “If you so much as think of biting me, my pet, you can watch my friend cut off your lover’s very nice breasts, and then I will personally feed them to you for breakfast.”

Ily cried out as Ferdinand grabbed her left breast.

Pure homicidal rage crackled like lightning in my body. “Don’t you fucking—”

Electricity.

Hot, vicious, biting electricity.

Seconds or minutes or hours.

I could never tell.

The pain stopped as suddenly as it’d begun.

I lay on my side, gasping, twitching, my entire body fried with maiming power.

“Try again.” Victor tapped his shiny shoe against my bare hip. “What were you going to say?”

It took every willpower to push upright with shaking arms and kneel before him again. Swallowing every shred of self-respect, I bowed my head and said, “You know you don’t have to threaten me.”

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Every part of me recoiled, but I didn’t pull away.

“Do you think I’m bluffing?” He smiled. “Do you think I believe this little act that you’ve perfected? That you truly are this docile?”

“No.”

“No what?”

I swallowed back all my hatred. “No, Sir V.”

That title.

That respect.

It burned my tongue.

It made me sick.

One day, I would kill him.

The day I couldn’t protect Ily anymore. The day she was free from this place…I would fuckingslaughterhim. Slowly. Mercilessly.Messily.

“You’re aware that I will eventually have to dispatch Ily to break the rest of you, yes?”

My eyes flashed to his. “Hurt her, and you’ll see just how much you need her to keep me in line.”

He laughed. “I’m well aware of that, but don’t you see, my dear Henri? While I enjoy your forced obedience, it’s nothing like true submission. That strength inside you? That violence? It turns me on…for now. I enjoy the hunt, and I enjoy the thrill, but there will come a time when your stubbornness will grow tiresome. I am not you,mon ami.I do not enjoy a jewel to withhold their true feelings or harbour hatred toward me. I don’t want a fight every time I want a fuck. I want to feel the shattering of your soul. So…consider this your first warning.”

Grabbing me around the nape, he pulled my face toward his crotch. “Kiss me under duress tonight, but soon, you will suck me because it pleases you to please me. You will moan as I fuck you because nothing else will exist in your mind apart from how best you can serve me.”

Letting me go, giving me back control where every cell begged to grab a fork and jab it as far as I could in his bowels, he spread his hands and winked at his tenting trousers. “I’m waiting.”

Rachel sucked in a gasp at the table.

Ily cried out on stage.

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