The girl’s face paled. She curled her shoulders, expecting a beating for no longer having the task assigned to her.
I wanted to pick her up and drape my jacket over her nakedness. Shit, I wanted her away from this creep and safe.
Lynx’s fingers cracked, forming into fists—the first sign of aggression. “This isn’t a negotiation, Mercer.”
“I thought that’s exactly what it was. A negotiation for my life.” Glaring, I added, “Let’s cut the crap. Name a price. Wouldn’t you rather a fat cheque rather than a messy corpse to clean?”
He laughed. “Who said I’d be the one cleaning afterward?”
The tension in the room thickened. Dante lost his joviality, pointing at the girl. “Do it. Otherwise this nice little conversation will end, and you’ll wish you’d taken the offer.”
The girl suddenly reached for my waistband, tugging it away from my tight, unwilling body. I stiffened as her small hand dove into my boxer-briefs, grabbing hold of a c**k that had no f**king right to be hard.
Five hours and ten minutes.
I grabbed her wrists, shaking my head. “No, thank you. Stop.”
A cold muzzle pushed against my temple. Angry breathing hit the side of my face. “You don’t have a choice, ass**le.”
Two options: die here with my pants undone and my skull shattered, or give myself another five hours for a chance at living.
A howl resonated in my soul. The monster inside couldn’t understand my hesitation but my love for Tess was stronger. It didn’t help when voices whispered permission.
“I’d rather you live, Q. Do whatever’s necessary to survive.”
“Do it, Q. I understand.”
Tess’s voice cajoled and danced, stealing everything.
Goddammit.
Removing my hands, I shut my eyes, allowing the girl to pull my c**k out with her cold fingers.
Her touch was so different. Weak, unsure, full of history of other men she’d held—other bastards who’d used her body against her will.
Tess, f**k I’m sorry.
“Suck him,” Lynx demanded.
My stomach curled as the girl bowed over my hips—her breath hot on my length. My c**k lurched at the subtle sensation. That piece of meat was the reason I’d been conflicted all my life—driven by genetics I wished I could delete.
I can’t do this.
I couldn’t use a slave. It would be the slippery slope hurtling my soul to hell.
My hand landed on her chin, holding her a millimetre from sucking me. “Arrêt.” Stop.
Let her blow you. Buy some time.
No matter the voices inside my head making it okay, I couldn’t.
The gun on my temple pressed harder. Lynx demanded. “You would rather die than have some woman’s spit on your cock?” He laughed. “You’re f**king unbelievable.”
A fist landed on my cheekbone, snapping my neck to the side. Two men grabbed my arms, jerking them behind my head.
“Do it.” Lynx snapped his fingers again. The girl grabbed my cock, her mouth descending, sinking down my length.
“Fuck. Stop!” I thrashed in the chair, not caring how much I hurt. I couldn’t let this woman suck me off. I couldn’t do that to her, to me, to Tess. Fuck, Tess. I’m sorry!
I bit my split lip as the girl sucked. Her teeth stayed sheathed, her tongue shy. My hands twitched, trying to get free. “Let me go, Lynx!”
My eyes closed, fighting the beast in my blood. It couldn’t be f**king happier to have a woman on her knees against her will. My c**k grew harder, swelling under her licking tongue.
I want to die. I couldn’t do this.
I turned manic, thrusting up, trying to dislodge her lips. The girl moaned as I smashed against the back of her throat. In that moment I didn’t have any urge to save her. She was on their side. Fucking raping me of any choice or honour.
Lynx clapped his hands. “That’s it. Use her, Mercer. Let yourself go. You know you want to. Look how much your c**k wants to.” He pressed on the girl’s neck, forcing her to sink lower, swallowing all of me—right to the base.
Fuck. Me.
My eyes wanted to roll. My balls wanted to explode. My heart wanted to f**king die.
The beast inside bayed in rapture—finally it said—finally I get a taste of the life I’ve always wanted.
It didn’t compute to the inner bastard inside that this was all against my will. I was the victim—just as much as she.
Her head bobbed up and down, her nose pressing against my belly.
“Stop. Just please—stop.” My quads tensed as the monster inside stole all decency. It wanted her. It wanted to abuse her. It wanted to come. So. Fucking. Bad.
I can’t!
I’m better than that. I’m better than him.
My stomach clenched with nausea. I was sick, an adulterer, the worst kind of man.
Her mouth increased pressure, her fingers circling below, grabbing my balls.
Two urges ran like raging rapids in my blood. One was the master I always kept buried who wanted to thrust into this slave and take. The other screamed for retribution. I wouldn’t stoop to his level—not even if it meant I might save my worthless f**king excuse for a life.
Tess deserved better. I would happily sign my death warrant if it meant I never had to cheat or lie or steal.
“Make him come, girl. Hurry up.” Lynx dictated her speed, wrenching her up and down by her hair, faster and faster until the prickles and tingles of an orgasm grew unwillingly in my blood.
My eyes widened as the beast growled inside, salivating at the thought of painting this slave’s throat in a way I’d never done.
I’d been so strong. Always saying no. Turning down offers. Refusing to destroy women.
You’re breaking every code you live by.
A groan tore from my lips as the suction from her mouth grew. The intensity of the inner fight between me and demon radiated outward. I fought harder, tearing my arms.
It didn’t do any good.
“Suck. Faster, girl!” Dante never took his eyes off my undoing as my h*ps surged upward involuntarily. Handing control over to the monster inside—the monster I wasn’t strong enough to fight.
The girl’s tongue swirled around the tip. So different to Tess. So unskilled and unloving compared to Tess.
My eyes burned with self-hatred. A ripple of pr**cum worked up my shaft. The girl worked harder, tasting the end, working me closer to the finish line.
The two men holding me chuckled, relaxing their hold. For a moment I hung suspended in a horrible place of ignoring my inner righteousness and coming.