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I freeze. Have they figured out that Lilith is a killer? That between the two of us, we could fight our way out of this room? We’d still end up dead, but right now, it feels worth it.
“Retribution Kings are all about loyalty and following commands, even if the commands don’t make sense. There is a hierarchy. Lilith has to be tested. And for that matter, you should still be tested as well.”
They want me to hurt her to see if she’ll save herself or if someone will come to her rescue. Neither of those things will happen. She won’t save herself. And there is no one coming. I’m the only one who can protect her.
“Did Titus agree to this?” I ask, knowing his word matters above all else. If he didn’t agree, then everyone in this room will be dead when he hears about it.
“It was his idea,” Peter answers.
“Bullshit. He would never agree to this when…” I don’t finish my sentence. It’s too painful.
Lilith cocks an eyebrow, clearly confused as to what I was about to say, confused about all of this.
I’m sorry, I say to her in my mind. It’s not enough. It was one thing to bring her pleasure in front of them. Whatever this is, it’s not going to be of either of our choosing.
A subtle nod is her response. She’s still with me. And as soon as we survive this, I’ll tell her everything. No more secrets. I don’t care what Gage or Lennox or Titus or anyone else says.
“Titus will kill you all for this,” I growl.
“As I said, it was his idea. You both need to be tested,” Peter says, sounding bored.
“What is the test?” Lilith asks.
Peter finally looks at her, as if remembering she’s a human with her own choice in all of this. But he doesn’t answer her.
She huffs and looks at me. “Do it. Whatever they want, do it.”
So strong, so brave, my murderous one. My Lily.
My eyes grow as determined as hers.
I nod.
To my surprise, I’m shoved back between her still-spread legs. My arms are still held behind my back. Lilith is still held down on the bed by two men’s hands.
“Lick her, bring her to the edge of an orgasm,” Peter says.
I hesitate, confused by his request, but I do as he says. My tongue flicks over her clit, and her wetness spills from her in spades. Her stomach rises and falls quickly, her teeth raking over her bottom lip. Despite everything, she’s still turned on, still so ready for me.
I growl over her clit before my tongue slips inside of her, pulling her wetness out before I pull out to massage her sensitive bud again. In and out, I keep the pattern up until I can see the orgasm starting.
“Hay—” she starts to cry out, and then suddenly, I’m jerked away from her.
Her cry stops and turns into a whimper of need. She needs me to help her finish.
“That was cruel,” she says, whipping her head to Peter.
His lips thin. “You haven’t seen cruel yet. Again.”
I’m shoved down onto the space between her legs harder this time. My tongue immediately goes to work on her body. I try to build her slower this time, so it’s not so painful when her orgasm doesn’t happen. But she’s so turned on that one brush of my tongue against her has her edging.
I’m ripped from her body again.
She squirms on the bed, but the two men continue to hold her down forcefully, not letting her move an inch.
Stay with me. But she slams her eyes closed, unable to keep her gaze on me.
“Again,” Peter says.
