Jace’s dick slides out of me as I lift off of him and stand. There’s no hiding my arousal as it drips onto the hardwood floor.
As I glance down at it, I curse myself out.
Why am I doing this?
So much information has been thrown at me tonight, but Jace hasn’t answered any of my questions.
“I didn’t ask you to solve a math equation. Turn the fuck around and ride my dick,” he demands.
I take a few steps back but stop when the back of my knees runs into a coffee table.
Jace chuckles in his deep voice, “You’re going the wrong way, Rory,” he says, cupping his hand between my legs and drawing me to him.
Anger colors my cheeks as I extend my arms, pushing my palms against his chest. I need room to breathe, room to think.
I meet his brown eyes with my greens, “Before I ride anything, you need to answer another question.”
Jace nods in acquiescence, releasing me from his grip, and I continue.
“What did you mean when you told Eric it would be the last time his dick gets hard?”
Languidly he strokes his erection, never removing his eyes from me. It takes everything in me not to watch as his large hand smears my cum along his thick cock.
“Where’s the fun in that? Be a good little slut and put on a show for him.”
I’m not exactly sure what is going on in Jace’s mind.
He wants to give Eric a show, but why? If he is using me in some bullshit revenge plan against his brother, I want nothing to do with it.
I'm leaving.
I won’t allow a man to use me again.
As I pivot away from Jace, I come face-to-face with Eric.
I've avoided looking at him since Jace told me about the auction.
His judging eyes roam over my naked body.
In response to Jace keeping me in the dark, I want to direct my anger at Eric.
I slowly inch closer to him. Rage bubbles inside me—flashes from our past play in front of my eyes like a movie. Eric locking me in the closet, punching, or kicking me. He ripped all of my control away.
In the past, I'd tip-toe around him or hide, but fuck that. I am in control and can choose who puts their hands on me and how.
I won’t hide from Eric any longer.
Leaning in close so only he can hear me whisper, "You don't deserve this," then cock my fist back and punch him directly in the nose. "You deserve a lot worse." The sound of his cartilage breaking is the most beautiful I have ever heard.
Yearning for that noise again, I'm about to hit him when Jace stops my fist mid-air and whips me around, so we face each other.
"I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again, little slut. " he says, lifting me into his arms and wrapping my legs behind his waist.
"Don't fucking move."
Jace drops me on the couch and stomps to the torture table. He uncaps a syringe and stabs it into Eric's neck, making his head fall and the rest of his body limp.
Back at the table, Jace unsheaths a hunting knife. He takes one look at me before cutting Eric's binds and letting his body slam to the floor.
By the cords around his wrists, Jace drags Eric with his arms over his head to the middle of the room. He picks the coffee table up and releases it over Eric's body. His head peeks from one end, and its legs lie at his armpits. Jace unties the restraint from Eric's wrists, pulls each arm out to the side, and ties the cord around his shoulders, attaching him to the legs.
Once done, Jace sits his naked ass on the table with his legs wide open and balls hanging above Eric's face.
“Now, as I said earlier, sit on my dick, and let’s give him a show,” he growls.
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