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“He’s the one who’s been watching too many thrillers,” he growled, then rubbed a hand over his face, which was now rugged with stubble and exhaustion. “I will not let him win.”

I tried to smile. I was so proud of Victor for continuing to fight, even though things were getting more intense by the second.

I was also deeply worried, though. I wasn’t sure how serious Vincent was about killing Victor, or me, for that matter, or if he could cause problems in other ways. My desire to be rational and doubt that anything really bad would actually happen was at war with the surreal turn my life had just taken.

“It will be alright,” I tried to reassure Victor as I settled back into my kneeling pose and rested my hands on his thighs. “You are strong and capable. Your uncle is old and desperate to regainwhat he thinks he’s lost. He won’t attack you, at least not to kill you. He wouldn’t have bothered to call you and try to talk you around if he had murderous intentions, he’d just do it.”

Victor let his hand drop from his face and actually managed a weak smile for me.

“I hope you’re right,” he said, breathing out, then reaching to stroke my arm where my hand rested on his thigh. “Uncle Vincent is corrupt, but I don’t think he’s evil. He’s concerned about money and power, but he’s not murderous.”

“He would have to go through your cousin Vivien in order to fully wrestle control of the company,” I added.

“Vivien.” Victor straightened and reached for his phone.

He tapped it a few times, then held it to his ear. Nothing happened, though, and in moments, I could hear a voicemail intro.

“Vivien, it’s Victor,” Victor said. “Call me immediately. Everything is going to shit over here. I need your help.”

He tapped the phone again, then set it on the cushion beside him. “It’s the middle of the night in Europe right now anyhow,” he said.

I hoped that was the reason Vivien hadn’t answered his call. I still wasn’t sure whose side she was on.

That wasn’t something I needed to worry about, though. My primary concern in that moment was my master and making certain he was as soothed as he could be.

“Let me help you,” I said, sliding my hands farther up his thighs to undo his belt. “I am your slave. It’s my duty to ease you in times like this. Use me.”

“Simon,” he said, half endearment, half warning.

I ignored his uncertainty and continued to undo the fastenings of his trousers. My sole focus was on Victor and his needs. Right now, he needed release and comfort, so I gave it in the best way I could think of. I spread my legs farther, hoping myomega scent would be stronger, then I freed his cock and balls from his trousers before lowering my head to slide his hardening cock as deep into my throat as I could manage.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Victor

Isucked in a breath as my cock disappeared between Simon’s sweet lips, then closed my eyes and lolled my head back against the sofa. I was a mess. My emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know what I could possibly do to get out of the shit my uncle had thrown me in.

But in an instant, all that mattered was the pleasure my boy freely gave me.

I sighed and stretched one arm across the back of the sofa while threading my fingers through Simon’s hair as he bobbed and slurped on my growing erection. There weren’t words to explain to people who didn’t know what the bond between a master and slave felt like. It was similar to the bond between an alpha and an omega, but a thousand times more potent.

Simon made me feel so powerful. He gave everything to me, including his pride, and in doing so, he was the making of me. So much that I was really starting to understand it was the slave in any relationship like this who had the real power. Simon wasjust following his instincts. Without him, I was just a crude, self-interested, former playboy with family problems.

I tightened my hand into a fist in his hair and pushed him down, thrusting deeper into his throat than he was taking me and making him choke and sputter. It was the kind of thing that someone who didn’t understand would think was horrible, but Simon relaxed through his gagging, reveling in the control I took from him.

I didn’t just want his throat, though. He wasn’t in heat, so I didn’t have his hormones enabling me to come multiple times in an hour. I just had him, his beautiful heart, and his need for me to use him.

“Enough,” I gasped, pushing him back, then rubbing his shoulder and arm as he gagged and panted for breath.

I could tell he was shocked by the ferocity of both our needs, and it took him a second of gasping and painful swallowing to find his equilibrium again. He grasped for it while gazing up at me with watery eyes.

“Everything about you is amazing,” I said, grasping the sides of his face, then pushing in for a kiss he didn’t quite have the breath for.

Simon felt so pliable in my grasp, even though I knew he was struggling a little. It was the struggle that he offered to me, like a gift he couldn’t afford, but wanted to give anyhow.

“Up,” I said, pulling him by his head as I stood and stepped away from the couch.

I hooked my fingers through the ring on his collar and tugged him away from the couch and down the small hallway to my bedroom. Simon moved obediently. I could feel not only his willingness to be pulled around the way I was, but his joy in the dynamic we’d created between us.

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