Page 50 of Rose and Shadows
“Look, maybe you’re not. Maybe he does care for you beyond you being a precious possession to him, beyond using his protection of you to make a point to his enemies and to deepen his dominance over them. But the fact remains, he will always keep you at a distance. He has to. His work with The Shadowed demands it.”
“I’m not alone.”
“Of course not. I’m here. And unlikeRhodric,Velra, Sylas, and Cassius, I will remain.”
I went to speak, to counter his bullshit claims that he was trying to drive into the heart of me, but he clamped his hand down over my mouth. “Shh… give it time to sink in. Allow my truths to resonate. Award them the deeper thought that they deserve—that you need to allow for your own protection, in fact.”
I grunted against his hand, then tried to speak, my words just coming out muffled, especially as he exerted more pressure.
“Shh, pretty thing. After those traumatic trips down memory lane I had to subject you to in order for you to see the truth and to provide you justice when it came to Harmon, you require relief.”
He suddenly raised a contraption into view.
Shit.My sensory perception, and my ability to see rapid-fire speed was diminishing, so much so that I hadn’t even seen him pick it up from… wherever it’d been.
“This was made for me by Morien exactly to my specifications. All for you.”
I took it in as he continued to clamp his hand down on my mouth.
Four spindled arms extended from a central disk, each ending in a blunt, claw-like curve. In the center, a circular core swirled with shimmering magic—Morien’s infected gray and black.
He released my mouth then pressed it to my chest, the cold metal sending a shudder through me. It was nothing compared to what happened next as it whirred, the core flaming, before it latched onto the center of my chest between my pecs like some sort of magical magnet. It didn’t penetrate my skin, it just held there.
“What the fuck is—”
It pulsed—with intense pleasure that resonated throughout my body in a mind-whirling rush.
I choked and tried to buck it off me.
But it was completely useless.
Victor’s eyes lit up as he watched me squirming when those pulses continued on, again and again, until I was twisting in the chains.
“Ungh… why… what…”
“Like I said, you need relief.”
“No… not this… not this kind!”
“Don’t be so hasty.”
“Victor!”
“Mmm… there you go growling my name again.”
“Don’t.”
He grasped my open pants and jerked them all the way down to my ankles.
Then he called his talons and swiped them across my boxers, nicking me a little and making me hiss—especially as he stripped me all the way naked.
I shuddered as his gaze zeroed in on my cock. My cock that was rapidly hardening, because of the forced pleasure of the fucked-up device he’d attached to me.
Dark lust sparked in his eyes as he raised them to mine.
Then he grasped either side of my face and whispered in low, seductive words, “This will ready you for me. This device will continue to provide you pleasure, increasing in intensity. But it can only create pleasure, not fulfill it. I will leave you in peace, allow you some quiet time to absorb all that I’ve said, and by the time I return you will plead with me to grant you the release that will elude you.”
“Don’t fucking do this.”
