Page 117 of Nash

I lower my glare. “I’m youronlystudent.”

Seeing Vale’s stunning smile makes me even more obsessed with protecting her. I nod to the glass display shelves. They wrap the large room. “What do you have in here that willpersuadea penis to divulge the truth?”

I don’t need to explain. Vale knows we just captured one of Turner’s men. Jace is working downstairs to erase the surveillance footage so all Stacey, the owner, will see is a safe and empty courtyard.

“Persuade?” she asks. “Or thrill because careful—one man’s interrogation is another man’s kink.”

“Either way, we’ll have him begging for it to stop or for someone to finish him.”

Her eyes gloss with desire. “Will that someone be you?”

It rouses my cock even more that Vale will embrace any dark kink I may have, but no, not this one. “That’s Sire’s domain.”

“Sire?” Her eyes get wide.

Sire and Wren have been warm hosts. In two days, Wren and Vale have gotten close.

Not like sisters. Not like friends.

Like our queens.

It’s beautiful, arousing even to watch. It’s eroding my resistance to this. Since I’ve secretly loved Vale for so many years, my brothers always knew. Vale has always felt like mine. Like ours.

I don’t answer her question about Sire’s proclivities. I raise a brow.She’ll find out soon enough.

“Oh!” She bounces her brows. “Male on male BDSM? Big fan.”

“Who said anything about only male-on-male?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You’ll be my queen,” I taunt. “It’s a very firm possibility.”

What in the hell am I doing? My cock swells under my nerdy trousers. To the rest of the store and staff, I’m still the quiet accountant, hiding behind my usual glasses.

But now, I’m the king, imagining all the kinky ways I’ll love my queen, all the bestial things I’ll do with her, and all the brutal ways I’ll protect her, too. It makes me rock hard.

“Show me,” I demand. “Show me the ultimate submission for a male.”

With a swish of her luscious hips, Vale aims for two cabinets down, pointing at the curved black bar on the top shelf. Two padded cuffs with chains are attached to each end.

“This is an extreme humbler with ankle restraints,” she explains. “That wooden bar is actually two, screwed together. See the small opening at the center? You put a man on his hands and knees and pull his balls behind him, locking them between the two bars. Then, you screw the bars together, behind his thighs, before you attach the ankle restraints chained to the ends of the bar. It puts his ass in the air, and if he tries to fight, it pulls, torturing his scrotum.”

My face twists with a “fuck no.” It’s not my kink, but it is our new tool.

Told you, I get creative with torture. Psychological is the best. You don’t need extreme violence if you fuck with a man’s mind. The bonus? It leaves no evidence.

“Give me four,” I order.

Vale chews her lip, half aroused, half impressed.

“Every man who comes for us,” I tell her, “gets put in one of those.”

“But where are they?—”

“Details,” I growl. “Don’t ask.”

While she gathers four Humbler boxes, I search the store for more inspiration, making plans for Vale’s test, too. I mean …her ritual. Almost everyone will be here tonight.

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