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Enzo rakes his eyes over Willow’s body, lingering far too long on her pussy. I turn her in toward my chest to keep her covered, but Enzo drags his gaze over the swell of her ass.
“Apollo handpicked his pythias to serve as the Oracle of Delphi. Through them, he delivered his divine message to the world, and to honor him, each brother has selected their own pythia. Tonight, you will do the same.” He finally glances up at her face when he addresses her. “A pythia’s role is to serve her god and obey his every command. This role is not without sacrifice, but what awaits you on the other side is a godlike man who will reward your efforts with unimaginable wealth and influence.”
Willow presses her cheek against my chest, but she continues to watch Enzo over her shoulder.
“Aleksandr, tonight, you must declare who will walk with you at your side on this journey through hell. To seal Willow as your pythia, you must claim her in front of all to see.” Enzo gestures to the bed.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. This is a humiliation ritual, and Willow and I are unwitting participants in their twisted theater, a live pornographic show put on by every candidate.
Mikhail is somewhere among the hooded figures, although he’s already seen me fuck Willow before. I glance around the circle, but each figure is indistinguishable from the next.
Both Josie and Enzo have described Willow as the perfect pythia, and now I understand why. There aren’t many girls who would be okay with being fucked in front of a crowd of masked men, but Willow craves being the center of attention. It isn’t the first time she’s done something like this.
The night she told me she loved me, I claimed her pussy for the first time in front of Mikhail and my friends, and she relished having an audience. She even fucked her entire high school football team, one right after the other, and didn’t bat an eye. But when the video—filmed and posted without her consent—went viral, it nearly drove her to jump off a cliff.
Tonight isn’t on her terms, and that’s what scares me.
I challenge Enzo’s gaze. “And if I refuse?”
His grin grows even wider. “You know what happens if you fail the trials. However, there is one more option to consider.” Enzo steps back and gestures toward the hog at the top of the raised platform. “As we said in our invitation, a substitute pythia will be available for your use.”
Willow holds her hand over her mouth as though she’s about to be sick. “Oh, my God.”
The very thought makes bile rise in my throat.
Enzo laughs. “Most of our candidates don’t go with that option, but it’s not unheard of.” He clasps his hands behind his back. “So, Aleksandr, what’s it going to be? Willow or the pig?”
Willow straightens and holds her head high, facing Enzo head-on. “Me.”
I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “Are you sure?”
When she tilts her head to meet my gaze, her jaw is set with determination. “I’m sure.” She steps away from me to survey theroom, turning in a slow circle to face the faceless figures staring back at her.
Enzo’s lips part as he sucks in a breath. “See? I told you, Willow. You were made for this.”
Willow looks like a goddess in her sheer robe, her body on display at every angle. Her fear melts away as she not only accepts her fate but embraces it. She craves being the center of attention, being worshipped and lusted after by lesser men, and tonight, she’ll indulge in her most carnal, filthy fantasy.
I’m awed by her seraphic radiance, and these men don’t realize how lucky they are to bask in her mere presence. She possesses Athena’s strength and Aphrodite’s sensuality, and I can’t help but wonder how such a woman exists, much less belongs to me.
I glance at the floor, and with a chuckle, I slowly shake my head. “This is your show,malishka. I’m just along for the ride.”
Chapter 16
Willow
The anonymity of the audience’s masks and hoods isn’t unlike the millions of people who hid behind their computer screens and watched an entire football team run a train on me.
But you liked being the center of attention that night,a devilish voice whispers in the back of my mind.Having all eyes on you as you took cock after cock.
Tonight, I’m only taking one cock, so really, this is easy in comparison.
As I survey the audience, I check for any signs of a recording device, but everyone sits in their chairs with their hands in their laps, waiting for me to begin.
I wonder if Enzo can read my mind because he says, “What happens in this chamber, stays in this chamber.”
Good. I don’t want a stranger on the internet to watch me while masturbating in his mom’s basement. I want—no, Ineed—to see the audience’s reaction to me. To witness the effect I have on them. That’s what turns me on.
Flaming torches on the walls cast flickering shadows in the dim light, and they give the chamber a hedonistic mystique. I’m shaking with adrenaline and fear, but Alek taught me how to harness the fear and become aroused by it. And yeah, I’m getting there.
