Page 15 of Dominion

He loved her more than life itself, and I did too, but I also didn’t want him to suffer. I didn’t want him to die.

“I don’t know where she is,” I mumbled.

“Eeek, too bad,” Judah said as the men who were holding Dylan pushed him to the ground, right in front of me. “Maybe this will trigger your memory.”

Judah knelt in front of Dylan and took the knife from a dark-haired man who stepped out from the shadows. He started tearing through the shirt Dylan wore, then his pants, and pushed his underwear all the way to his knees.

“No,” I whispered.

The blade of the knife glinted underneath the overhead light, and it took him a second to press the tip to Dylan’s thigh. Dylan shook his head, the terror written all over his face. As Judah pressed the blade to his skin, cutting from his hip to his knee, an ear-deafening roar tore from Dylan, but he never moved his eyes from me.

“Last chance, Asher,” Judah said again, now looking at me.

Dylan’s breathing quickened, but he kept quiet as blood trickled down his thigh. Judah smeared it between his fingers, bringing it to his nose.

“Hmmm, I think that this won’t work.” He stood up and threw the knife to the side, and in hushed voices talked to the man who gave him the knife earlier.

The dark-haired man disappeared from the room, and, within minutes, came back with a leather bag, handing it over to Judah.

“Undress him,” he told the man and pointed at me. “It’s only fair.”

I tried moving back, kicking my legs as much as possible, but the chains around my ankles made it impossible.

“No, no, no!” Dylan repeatedly shouted, trying to escape his captors. But every time he would gain a fraction, they wouldpush him to the ground, right on his knees. His wound wasn’t deep enough to harm him, but with each move, the rivulets of blood poured down, and I wanted him to stop.

The man in front of me approached me slowly, looking at my torso, before moving to my pants. His cold fingers grazed the bare skin at the bottom of my stomach, right where my pants started.

“You’re a beautiful man,” he whispered, loud enough only for me to hear. “I truly am sorry for what’s about to happen.”

I could see the torment in his eyes and I wondered if all of them were truly here of their own volition, or if they were forced by men like Judah.

He unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and started undressing me carefully.

“What’s taking so long?”

The man winced and pushed down my underwear faster than he initially started.

“I’m sorry.” His voice trembled, but his hands stayed steady as he tore open my shirt.

“Well done,” Judah purred and went to Dylan, holding a phallic shaped object in his hand. “We’re going to play a little game now.”

He pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket and kneeled behind Dylan. “I hope you like watching, Asher.” A sick grin graced Judah’s face. “Because this is going to be fun.” He looked at the two men holding Dylan down and said, “Spread his legs.”

I knew where this was going and tried keeping my eyes on Dylan’s panic-stricken face, but I never expected cold hands to start grazing my dick.

“What the?—”

“Shhh,” the dark-haired man whispered. “You don’t want to anger him.” He swallowed. “Trust me.”

I looked back at Dylan who focused on what was happening to me, narrowing his eyes at the man touching me. I shook my head, but the insanity lingered on the edges of his mind. I knew he hated seeing this as much as I hated seeing Judah kneeling behind him.

Dylan’s eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opening on a soundless moan, his body moving forward of its own volition. If it wasn’t for the two men holding him, I knew he would be on the floor already.

“There it is,” Judah purred from behind him, looking at me. “That little bundle of nerves waiting to be touched, to be activated.”

“Fuck,” Dylan cursed, closing his eyes. His teeth bit his lower lip, suppressing the moan trying to escape, as Judah worked him up.

His dick started hardening, and Judah nodded to someone from behind.

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