Page 98 of Filthy Royal

She’d told him about her fear of becoming a used-up prize in confidence. Now he was twisting her trust to punish her, binding her in a chain that allowed him easy, full control of her body, with or without her consent.

A faint hum stirred the air. Her skin heated beneath the chain as it activated.

“I would watch that mouth, Omega. I’m letting you keep those scraps of clothing on for now because I know they’ll do little to get in the way of the chain’s effect but get too mouthy, and I’ll strip you bare and have you in the taming chain and nothing else.”

“Stop.” One palm still flat to the wall, she grasped the throat chain in the other and yanked. All she succeeded in doing was digging its small links into the back of her neck.

“Don’t touch that chain.” The hum grew louder as he amplified the device’s power. “That’s only for me.”

With a snarl, Scarlett yanked at it again.

As the pulses within the chain increased, warmth suffused her skin, making it tingle.

“Bad choice, Omega. The taming chain can only be operated by the Alpha owner’s fingerprints. Only he can lock it into place or open the clasps.” Damien pressed his mouth to her ear, the warm rasp sending a bolt of terrible, unwelcome, delicious heat tumbling through her. “And I intend to use it to ensure yourfullcooperation.”

She went rigid.

“What’s the matter, ex-prize? You used to love my toys.”

The memories of how they used to play, the awe and tenderness in his gaze as he used his toys in the service of her pleasure and trust, whispered through her, making this moment all the more obscene.

She knewexactlyhow taming chains worked. How the warm pulses the metal created sent blood surging to every erogenous zone, making every portion of an omega’s body breathtakingly sensitive. Until, if it went on long enough, it became an exquisite agony, a climax just out of reach.

Brothels used them because they made the whores so much more willing, desperate even, to be fucked by whoever wielded their taming chain. Or, if turned to high volume abruptly, the chain could cause agonizing pain. Another reason Alphas at the brothels liked using them. There was no chance of anything but compliance.

And now Damien was using one on her.

Until now, she’d felt mostly guilt, sorrow, and longing when she thought of him.

Now rage consumed everything else.

The packed dirt of the walls curled in on itself, forming fist-sized holes. The chair slid across the floor.

“Stop that.”Slap.Palm sliding easily beneath the hem of her short skirt, he tapped her bottom. Nothing more than a firm warning, but when combined with the chain’s heat, it rippled through her body like a caress.

“Control this new gift of yours.” He growled as another fist-sized hole appeared in the wall. “You could bring the ceiling down on us.”

Scarlett screeched in outrage. “You’re the one causing the problem. Take your damned hands off me and release me from this taming chain, and I’ll control my gift.”

“No.” His tone shifted to calm and controlled. “From here on out, you’ll answer my questions until I’m satisfied.” His voice dipped. “And thanks to the taming chain, your satisfaction will now, of course, depend on mine.”

“If you think this will work, you’re wrong. You don’t hold sway over me anymore.”

“You so sure about that?”Slap.Slap. His hand struck her ass twice more. This time, with a little more force.

It should have hurt. Instead, the impact was an altogether different torment, her fingers clawing at the dirt, her mind grasping desperately for the last shards of her control as her body throbbed with need: proving every one of her boastful words wrong.

The taming chain hummed as its power pulsed through her veins, swelling her breasts and the folds of her pussy. He hadn’t even kissed her or plucked her nipples or touched her with any care, and she was already near panting.

Worse, she knew she couldn’t blame her reaction solely on the chain, still set on a low level. It was her susceptibility to Damien that was proving her true downfall.

She was in serious trouble.

“Don’t forget, Omega. I know exactly how to work this body. How to give it pain—or pleasure.” His hand dipped between her thighs.

To find her shamefully wet.

“Ah, sweet, needy Scarlett. Finally, the truth.” He drew a featherlight fingertip through the cream at her folds. “You want me.”

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