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She’s right on the brink, and this time, I pull my fingers from her, earning a whine as she scrambles for my hand. Instead, I set her down and step back, wanting to observe my handiwork.

Her thighs are wet with her juices, her cunt swollen. Her skin is flushed pink, a hickey on her throat, and her mouth is bruised, soft, open, tits red from rubbing against my chest. Her hair… it’s an utter mess of sex. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked.

I want to turn away—I need a moment to get the raging lust in me under control, to get the fucking pole in my pants down to something normal. I try and settle my breathing, her tits falling and rising rapidly, unevenly, as she does the same. As if she’s just now realized I’m watching her, she blinks and looks away, trying in vain to cover herself.

I catch her hand to stop her. “Don’t.”

“I’m—”

“What?” I sneer the word at her and latch onto my anger at her disobedience. “You’re going to tell me you’re not going in there?”

“I’m naked.” Her gaze snaps to mine, understanding and real fear settling onto her face.

“You had your chance, Rose.”

She glances down at herself, then at me, shame and fear bright in her eyes. “I look like…”

I take her mouth in one more hard, deep kiss, parting her lips, and, God help me, her hot, wet depths are welcoming as her tongue slides against mine. I feel it everywhere. She’s kissing me back, rubbing against me like she didn’t just beg me to let her go.

Suddenly, I lift my head, breaking the kiss. “You look like you’ve just been well and truly fucked.Thatis how they’re going to see you.” I push my fingers that were in her pussy into her mouth, down to the back of her throat, making her gag. “Suck, sweet Rose. Clean off your juices.”

Hate rises in her gaze, and it kills the fear lingering there, but she does as I ask, and I slide my fingers back and forth in her wet, hot mouth, imagining they were somewhere else.

“Good girl,” I praise her. “I’m going to love it when you go down on me. Suck harder. Take me right down to the back of your throat. Yeah, that’s right.”

She gags, but does as I ask, sucks at my fingers like she has a cock between her lips.

“Stop.”

Rose stills, but I don’t pull free. Instead, I stretch my fingers, taking up space as I pull almost out, stretching open her mouth before I dive back in. I keep it shallow, letting her fully appreciate it all. When I’m done, I pull my fingers slowly from her mouth, wiping my digits over her lips and chin. I clamp my hand on her wrist as she raises her hand to wipe her face.

“Nikolai—”

“Don’t speak and don’t touch yourself, unless you want to give them all a show. If you test me again, I’ll make you touch yourself, spread those legs for everyone to see. Got it?”

She nods as a blush creeps up her neck. I don’t let go of her wrist as I lead her down the hall to the study. I don’t want to show her to these men, particularly not naked. I don’t want anyone seeing sweet Rose naked but me, but understand that I am to be obeyed. She needs to learn her fucking lesson, and I don’t care how I have to do it.

Chapter11

Rosalind

It’s hard to concentrate when you’re in a roomful of men and you’re the only woman. Oh yeah, and naked. I try not to think about it, how it feels as they trail their disgusting gazes over my body. I’m not blind, though; they look to Nikolai and one by one, keep their eyes above my shoulders. There’s an occasional slip, but it doesn’t last long as Nikolai pauses—just a moment—and they look away.

I don’t know what to do. It’s not the nakedness, I realize. It’s the fact that I’m clearly his property. If this man wants me naked or fucking myself in front of others, it’s clear I’ll have to do it. What’s my other option? Death? Torture?

I want to look at each man, see who might feel at least a little bad for me. One must. If I find that one man, should I ask for help? Would I be trading one terrible situation for something infinitely worse? No one’s going to help me. That’s the truth; I know it, Nikolai knows it. He’s the alpha, the leader, the worst of the lot.

The cherry on fucking top? I ache. I ache forhim. He brought me right up to the edge, ready to explode, and, right or wrong, I couldn’t think of anything but that release. Then he yanked it away from me.

I hate him. It’s a live thing in me, my hate. I need to do something, anything, take a risk. One guy, the youngest, looks nicer than the rest, but as I lift my gaze to him, Nikolai hooks his arm around me and pulls me close. “Excuse us a moment, gentlemen.”

Once we’re out of earshot, he brings his face into mine and lands the softest kiss on my lips, one that makes me tremble. Damnit, it only makes me want and hate him more.

Nikolai moves those sinful lips to my ear. “Be fucking quiet, Rose. Don’t look at them, don’t speak to them. No one in here will help you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Keep your fucking mouth shut. Understand?”

I lift my gaze to his and narrow my eyes. “Yes.” The word is barely a breath, but he hears it.

“Good girl.”

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