Page 36 of Mated to the Kings

“Let’s just say that girl could suck a watermelon through a straw,” he says, chuckling.

“Oh?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “She just approached you?”

“She didn’t say no,” he says with a shrug.

“Did you give her a chance to say no before you forced yourself down her throat?” I ask as my anger starts to break free.

“Well, she didn’t fight me, and she sucked dick like a champ,” he says. “You can tell she’s done it a lot. She swallowed me down like she was starving.”

“What was her name?” Callum asks. He sounds calm, but his hands are balled into tight fists. He ispissed.

“Her mouth was a little too full to tell me her name,” he laughs.

“Too full to tell you no?” I ask.

“What is this about?” he asks. “She get in trouble?”

“Not at all,” I say as I put the car in park. I drove us to a secluded lake outside the city called Heartless Loch. No one comes here, and it’s not for the public anyhow. Soon, this will be his final resting place. The creature that lurks in the lake hasn’t had fresh meat in a while. It will appreciate our offering.

“Then what’s this about?” he asks again.

“Do you watch the news, Bertolf?” I ask.

“Sometimes,” he says slowly. I pull out my phone and bring up the clip of me announcing Lilith. I hold my phone up and hit play while I watch his face in the rearview mirror. When her face comes on the screen, his face turns sheet white. He pulls on the handle to get out, but of course, he can’t. “Listen. I didn’t know she was anyone’s mate. I wouldn’t have touched her if I had known.”

“You mean you would’ve just raped somebody else?” Callum asks.

“I didn’t….” He goes to say, but he stops when I open my door. I grab what I need before I go to his door and drag him out while Callum stands beside me.

“You did. You forced her to suck your dick. You didn’t give her a chance to say no. She woke up to you touching her, just for you to shove yourself down her throat. Now you’re blaming her?”

“If she wasn’t willing, why did she get into it?”

“To get you to go away,” I scream at him. “She did what she had to do to get your sick ass away from her. That doesn’t make her willing. It makes her a survivor of you and your assault.”

“I’m sorry, man. I wasn’t thinking. I…” Callum punches him in the jaw, causing him to stumble back onto the dock.

“On your knees,” Callum growls.

“W-what?” he stammers

“Get. On. Your. Knees,” Callum growls. Bertolf gets down on his knees, and I hand Callum the phallic-shaped gag. “I think you should know what it is you did to her on that train.”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. I swear to the gods, I won’t do it again,” he says.

“It’s too late for that,” Callum says. “Open your mouth.”

“No,” he frowns.

“It’s either going down your throat or up your ass. Take your pick,” I say.

He reluctantly opens his mouth. Callum grabs him by the jaw and shoves the 7-inch silicone dick down his throat. He violently gags as Callum face-fucks him with it.

“Not so fun, is it?” Callum yells at him. “You’d do anything to get me to stop. Wouldn’t you?” Bertolf makes muffled noises like a plea for him to stop, but Callum continues. I thought I was the angrier one, but apparently, it’s him.

Eventually, Callum shoves it all the way down his throat and ties the straps of the gag around his head. Bertolf pulls at it, but Callum has a small padlock keeping it in place.

“Crawl,” Callum says, pointing to the end of the dock. Bertolf is a creep, but he’s not an idiot. He knows what’s coming. He drops his head and slowly crawls to the end of the dock. When he gets there, I grab him by the hair and yank his head back before Callum hands me a knife.

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