Page 99 of Velvet Cruelty

She seizes on the rhythm, and I groan. “That’s a good girl. Deeper. Concentrate.”

All the muscles in my body tighten as I strain into her mouth, and I become aware of the weight in my pocket. The ruby necklace. The final crown for the princess on her knees.

“Do not stop sucking.” I release her hair and take out the necklace. I fasten it around her throat. Mine. All mine. She looks up, her mouth full of cock, my rubies shining against her pale skin. “Beautiful.”

I scrape a tear from her cheek and put it to my tongue. She gives a tiny moan of helplessness that vibrates down my shaft. I smile. “There is more you need to learn than just how to make a man come. You’re here now. And you’re ours. You’ve showed some strength, but if you want to be worthy of the world you’ve found yourself in, to be a woman I would be proud to call my own, you’ll need to be more than just a pretty mess.”

A bang on the door. January starts but I grip the back of her head and hold her in place. “Come in.”

Gretzky enters, his expression blank. “Doc needs to talk to you.”

I look down at January, still working back and forward, tears puddling on the ground below her. “Is it urgent?”

“Very.”

Gretzky doesn’t exaggerate. I pull myself from January’s mouth and swipe a thumb over her swollen lips. Her face is paper pale.

“Take Miss Whitehall to my bedroom and lock the door.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stroke January’s tear-stained cheek. “Be ready. When I return, you will do your duty by me. And if the others come back alive, you will do your duty by them, too.”

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