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“Never!” She screamed the confession against his palm. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

He froze. She did too.

Then his mouth was pressed to her ear, the chain no longer digging into her skin, as his hand slipped between her folds, his fingers working her, no longer in punishment, but in reward. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”

Her head fell back in surrender, her gift quieting as everything else inside her sharpened and brightened. Colors flashed behind her eyelids after so much unrelenting darkness.

She was so close to soaring… her toes curling, core tightening.

The sound of crystal shattering echoed through the room.

Followed by an enraged roar as the Alpha in the other cage burst through the crystal.

8

DAMIEN

“Do you know who I am? I’ll have your dick for this!” The purple-skinned fucker who’d been pawing at Scarlett in the luxury box stumbled through the broken crystal.

“Prince Jai!” Scarlett’s shocked gasp echoed right behind.

Damien cursed. So much for keeping her fellow prisoner’s identity a secret to gain the upper hand.

The guy looked a whole lot smaller without his crown.

Removing his hands from Scarlett and the taming chain, Damien pulled his shit together fast.

Fuck him; he wasn’t sure whether to gut the Alpha or thank him for the cockblock.

Before his interruption, Damien had been way too close to further complicating an already complicated situation.

“I will kill you.” The prince charged.

Damien shoved Scarlett behind him and stepped forward to easily clothesline the idiot.

The prince hit the dirt with a thump.

Jacked-up morons like that always thought they were better fighters than they were.

“Ahhh.” The prince rolled around on the floor, his hands clawing at his throat as he fought for breath.

Scarlett was already halfway to the door when Damien clamped a hand around her wrist and wrapped the other around the chain. “I don’t think so.”

“Let me go.” She kicked and thrashed as he lifted her off the ground, her back to his front.

“That’s not what you were saying a few moments ago.”

She fought harder. It only made his dick harder.

“Need any help?” Maddox peeked through the door.

He didn’t. But, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he could probably use a chaperone.

No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

He should have felt smug after forcing such a confession from her. Sadly, smugness was the last emotion coursing through his veins.

“Deal with that.” He tilted his head toward the moron rolling around on the ground.

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