Page 138 of Ruthless Legacy

Three. The number of times she’d have to withstand someone touching her. I hear movement behind me. I need to move fast. I take her hand and tug her against my chest. Her body and her nipple stiffens the moment we make contact. “I do not-”

Oh, no, she doesn’t. She’s not about to stand up here and take a beating.

I spin her around and fist her hair, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes flash, the way they do when she’s ready to fight back. Me holding onto her with my mask on has to be triggering.

I tighten my grip on her hair, and bring my lips flush with her ear. To anyone watching, it’ll look like I’m kissing her neck.

“Easy, Nem.”

“Pax?” She tenses even more. “I-”

“You willnotquit. You willnotgive them any reason to think you’re too weak to do this.”

She whispers back, “I’d rather be beaten than have three men in masks touch me.”

I get it. The prospects raised their masks for the punishment, meaning she’d be able to see their faces. But with the masks down, this would be too much like Mayhem Night. I grab her ass, lifting her onto the altar. Its height positions us, so we’re almost nose to nose. I lean forward, gripping her face, and kiss her to silence her protests.

Nobody else shared any words. I don’t know if they’ll penalize her for having to be talked into this. If so, then I’m gonna make damn sure she has extra points to lose.

I push back the thoughts that tell me to let her work this out for herself. I’ve been a tool. I’ve given my body plenty of times in service to The League. It’s why I don’t go out of my way to have sex.

I’m twenty-two. I should be sex crazed. But it’s all transactional. I’ve seen how free she is with my friends. I know she enjoys sex. She hasn’t hated my touch any of the times we’ve hooked up, even if I was an ass about it afterwards.

I know what’s at stake. Whether she goes through the challenge with three other prospects or members, or takes the beating, her views on sex will always be clouded by memories of this night.

Her hands push against my chest. I palm her breast and drag my mouth from hers. “Stop fighting me for once in your goddamn life. I’m trying to help.”

“Help?” she snorts. “Yeah right. Just get your part over with. What hole do you want?” Her jaw clenches as she stares at the people hovering over my shoulder.

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.”

“This is only delaying the inevitable. Once you’re finished, they’ll be wanting their turn and I won’t do it.”

I let out a sigh, fully committing myself to what’s about to happen. “I promise you, Nem. Nobody’s touching you but me.”

I bend my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the sheer fabric of her gown. Her body tenses and her nipple stiffens. I look up at her as I continue to lave the hardened tip with my tongue. Her eyes lock with mine. Good. As long as she’s focused on me, we can do this.

Nothing about the challenge says it’s designed for her enjoyment, but I want her to be into it. Into me. I move over to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She’s stoic. Cool under pressure. There’s really no other way to do this. She’s got her orders. I climb onto the altar, pushing her so she’s lying down and hover over her.

“Don’t think too hard about this. You can’t see my face, but you know who I am. You know me. This is just us sparring, Nem, the same way we always do. You’re gonna counter every move I make. Just like in the ring, and you better not tap out.”

I slide her panties off and settle my shoulders between her legs, hoisting her knee over my shoulder. I lick along the seam of her pussy lips. Tasting her for the first time.

I go to that place in my head that lets me do this to women without an attachment. The detached, emotionless part of my brain to tap into the skill The League requires me to perform over and over again.

I settle into a rhythm. Watching her face for signs to speed up, or slow down. My tongue flicks her clit and she gasps. I do it again, eliciting the same sound. Wetness trickles from her opening.

An unbidden groan rumbles from my chest as I lap it up. I suck her clit into my mouth before flicking it with my tongue. I stiffen my tongue, teasing her opening with the tip, then push it inside her.

My hands on her hip hold against my face as I plunge my tongue in and out. She slowly rocks against me, hands in my hair. I go back to sucking her clit, replacing my tongue with my middle finger. I turn it and curl it around, stroking that spot behind her pubic bone.

She tightens against my finger. When her walls unclench, I withdraw it, and climb off the altar, pulling her onto her side. My hips are right in front of her face. “Round two Nem. You’re gonna suck me off.” I pull my dick out, holding it at the base, and tap it against her lips. “Open.”

She didn’t do it when I asked at the Valentine’s Day party. I have no reason to think she will now, but if she has to be penetrated three times, this counts. I spread my legs, blocking her view of the room, so all she can see are my thighs and dick.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because Finn and Holden will never forgive me if I don’t.” I’ll force her if I have to. I’d rather they be angry about that than about me letting someone else use her and hurt her.

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