Page 136 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
If that was the lie he wanted to tell himself, who was I to argue? I gave it two minutes before he had his dick in his hand. Maybe I’d luck out, he’d take things too far and fuck her before the claiming was done. Thereby ruining Georgia’s qualifications to be a bride. Ravi was many things. Controlled when it came to his sexual appetite was not one of them.
The anticipation I felt when Ravi sank to his knees and spread Georgia’s legs had my breath caught in my lungs. Was this it? Had I found a way out of this?
The answer to that question was no.
Before Ravi could bury his face in her pussy, my father’s voice rang out through the speakers hidden in the house.
“You’re not as smart as you think, son.”
Goddamnit. I was so close.
I shrugged, “I didn’t break any rules.”
Did I just throw Ravi under the bus? Yes, yes, I did. And based on the look he gave me, he did not appreciate it.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Issac,” my father tsked. “You know what you did, and now you’ll suffer the consequences.”
My ears perked at the soft hiss of gas pumping into the room. Whatever they used was effective. I barely had time to grab the bedframe before I sucked the chemical up my nostrils, making my knees wobble.
“This is your fault,” Ravi mumbled as he hit the ground.
“Go fuck yourself,” I blinked against the blackness seeping into my vision and toppled down next to him as four men dressed in black charged into the room.
The Ghost
All those years I protected her by staying away were for nothing. The Society found Georgia anyway. And now she was here in their clutches. She had no idea who she was dealing with, but I did. I spent years taking out their enemies and cleaning up their messes. I was their loyal little lap dog.
Until that night.
Now I was their enemy.
When they couldn’t find me, they went for her. My precious little Georgia. The only good thing I’d ever done. I tried to tellher to go home. Scrawled those very words onto her mirror, but she ignored me, and now it was too late.
The claiming had begun. Issac completed the first step. Of course, Andrew would give her to his son. Prick always did like power. Well, I was going to burn his house of cards to the ground. A king couldn’t be a king without his crown.
“W-what’s going on?”
Oh, good, he was awake.
I ripped the burlap sack off the head of the man I had bound to a chair and tipped my head down as he blinked his silver eyes up at me.
“Who are you?” There was a second of confusion before his brows pulled together in a sneer. “Do you know who I am?”
They were all so arrogant. Of course, I knew who he was. Not only that, but I knew his age, weight, height, where he liked to have coffee in the morning, which one of his maids was his favorite for blowjobs, and how many times he said the word bollocks in a day.
I said nothing and watched as he tested the bindings around his wrists and ankles. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“When my father…”
“Relax, Graham, the duke doesn’t have to worry about his heir. Yours, on the other hand...” I twisted my head over to the far corner of the room, where a woman hung by her wrists. “She’s about what, three months along?”
Graham’s eyes went wide. “Bonnie. What did you do to her?”
I hadn’t done anything to her… yet. Offing her before her husband was awake would defeat the point of this whole thing.
“If you hurt her…”
“Don’t worry. She won’t feel a thing.” I liked Bonnie. She was a sweet girl. It was a simple case of shitty circumstances. She was with the wrong guy. I’d even do her before the drugs wore off, so she wouldn’t know what was happening.
