Page 14 of Kings Fear No One
I shake my head. “We’re watching as requested.”
A couple of the Saints hiss their disapproval from the table. They don’t like my tone or lack of deference to their master.
The Leader grins. “Interesting you say that, Believer Logan. Because I have an idea how to change that. It is time we have some entertainment for the festivities. What better form of entertainment than to watch the beautiful act that takes place between a loving husband and his bride?”
My jaw clenches and I glare at him, barely holding myself back.
“Believer Logan,” he says in his slow, arrogant voice. “Up to the table. You and your lovely, tearful wife. Bend her over and then take her.”
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TEYSHA
All sound becomes an echo in my ears.
Everyone in the room turns their heads for a look at me. The Leader grins wider, pleased by the reluctance he’s picked up on.
The man I’ve married—Logan—pauses before giving his reaction. It comes in the form of a resolute nod and slow rise to his feet. He’s already disappearing into his head. He’s resigned himself to the order he’s been given.
Hardly enthusiasm. Thick with unmistakable tension.
Enough insubordination for the Leader to revel in.
This will be a hard lesson that will be learned. I haven’t been here long, but I’ve accepted my captors are the cruelest kind of people. They like establishing how far above they are and how down below we are.
But I can’t do this.
Physically, mentally, emotionally. I can’t handle what’s happening.
Lord, please bring me strength. Please see me through this darkness.
I repeat the prayer over and over again in my head, trying so hard to hold on when it feels like I’m coming apart.
“Teysha,” Logan says. He holds out his hand for me to slip mine into.
Each second drags on for its own eternity. In this moment suspended in time, the Leader and the others look on. The guards like Amos inch closer, ready to exert force. Out of the dozens of eyes on me, I find Logan’s. I let myself get lost in how vivid they are.
Blue like the Leader’s, but a different kind entirely. Peering into his eyes is like swimming deep in the ocean. It’s like being carried away by a current, never to return.
The escape I’ve been praying for.
My hand slips into his and he pulls me to my feet.
He’s the only thing I focus on as we do what we’ve been told. We stop at the table and the Leader instructs him to take me.
I flatten my palms against the tabletop and hold my breath. Logan comes around me, his arms over mine, tucking as much of me inside his arms as he can. I spread my legs and feel him erect, prodding at my entrance.
He squeezes my hips. His lips hover near my ear. “It’ll be alright.”
He slides into me as slow as he can.
I bite back my sob at the aching discomfort of being penetrated. The table wobbles as he begins to move. The Leader reclines in his chair and sips more of his wine. The others are too enthralled to look away. They watch every drag of Logan’s hips and every strangled breath I give.
Entertainment.
Punishment.
Repentance for not falling in line.
