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Raising my chin, I straighten the lapels of my suit jacket, brush dust off the sleeves and the front, and then step through the iron gates. I haven’t seen this area before, but feel certain I am somewhere in the same dungeon. And if I am correct, I will find her.
“Smug asshole,” one of the guards says, and I shake my head at his attempted taunt.
“Think you’re better than me?” he asks.
I slowly turn toward him. “It was you who said that, not me.”
“Fucker!” A guards swings a long length of silver rope, and it wraps around me.
I’m momentarily incapacitated, and they start to beat me. Their boots and weighted mallets crushing every bone in my body.
Chapter Three
Ryker
Holy shit I am hard.
The idea of actually screwing Octavia is beyond repulsive, and yet my cock disagrees. It’s as hard as granite and throbbing painfully under my leather pants. But I realize that my fucking rod—I grin at my pun—could prove helpful.
Negotiations are second nature to pirates, but it’s been a long time since I’ve faced an adversary even half as devious and diabolical as my former lover.
Still, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that: to get what I want, Octavia needs tobelieveshe’ll get what she wants. And based on the way she’s eyeing it, my rock hard cock is sending the right bargaining message.
She’s talking to her mates now, talking and fondling, and while I admit it’s kind of hot to watch, the way they’re so controlled by her reminds me why I have no interest in taking Octavia up on her offered deal to be one of her mates.
I’ll find another way to stay free. Another way to save Ember without winding up trapped by one woman forever. So not me.
The only daughter of an infamous mob boss from the 1920’s, Octavia was already savage as a human—both smarter and tougher than her three younger brothers.
Had her gender been swapped, there is no doubt she would have been handed the Puglisi family reins on her father’s death. Fuck, she probably would have killed him to claim those reins.
But instead, her father forced her into a marriage with the son of a rival family and the asshole raped her with his massive dick and left her for dead, until a vampire found and saved her—or so goes the story she told me.
It is definitely true that the former CEO of DEFTA turned Octavia, and he’s the reason she was part of the syndicate, but she’s a master manipulator. For all I know, everything else she told me was fabricated.
“So Ryker.” Octavia looks past the shoulder of one of her men who’s fondling her tit. “What’s it going to be?”
I lean back on the leather sofa and rub my package, chuckling like I think this is a game. And I suppose that it is, a game with the highest possible stakes. Lucky I’m fucking great at games.
“You want this?” I trace the outline of my straining cock.
Her eyes widen and she licks her upper lip. All vampires have high libidos, especially after feeding, but Octavia is the most insatiable creature I have ever met.
“Let’s…talkabout it.” I say the word salaciously. “In private.”
She slaps her mate’s hand off her tit. “Whatever you need to say, you can say in front of my men.”
“Can’t we have time together, just the two of us?” I rub my dick again, barely able to keep my expression neutral against the intense, nearly painful pressure that’s building. “I’m not much for sharing.”
“Do not anger me!” She moves quickly, and in a flash she’s in front of me, her hand hard on my package.
I can’t hide my gasp of pain. “Fuck!”
“Fuck you say?” She squeezes so hard she’s crushing my cock. “That’s the thing,lover. There will be no fucking. Not before we are mates.”
Her pressure lets up enough so that the pain turns to pleasure, and I reach forward to grab her ass, sliding my fingers to hike up the high slit in her skirt so they can access the space between her legs.
“Why waste time?” I tug forward and her hand lands on my shoulder to stop her descent. My fingers find her sex, hot and wet. “You seem ready.” I push up hard.
