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However, that is what I’m meant to do—show these men her brokenness. And by the end, I’ll end up breaking her heart with the truth.
But I won’t break her. She’ll survive; she has to.
Suddenly, I understand Lennox better, what he went through. I understand it all. Because I’d do anything for her.
I will not hurt her. Everything she feels is going to be pleasure. I got the look of fear in her eyes for the cameras. That’s enough. Nothing else has to hurt her. I’ve caused her enough pain as it is.
I climb up the bed until I’m straddling her at the waist.
Her eyes are big and wild, her breathing ragged. I know she trusts me, but there is still a tinge of fear in her eyes.
I don’t allow myself to go there. I have a job to do, and it’s the only way to save us both for at least another night.
“You’re going to suck my cock, Lilith. Suck until I’ve come deep down that pretty throat of yours.”
She gasps and gives an eager nod.
“Good girl,” I say as I begin to undo my pants.
Her eyes are focused on where my hands pull down the zipper of my pants until my cock springs free—hard and straining for her. It doesn’t remember that this is all a game. It doesn’t know we won’t be hurting her or actually getting sucked, at least not here or now.
I expect a moment of shock or a slight fear at me shoving my cock down her throat. But if she has any fear, I don’t see a drop of it on her face.
Her eyes darken into devilish slits, her tongue glides over her bottom lip, and her hand reaches out to my thigh as she tries to pull me toward her. She wants me, wants this.
I don’t deserve her.
Nevertheless, I won’t change my plan. I will not take her firsts on camera unless I have to, even if she wants me to. I’ll find another way.
If it’s ever found out, I’ll be the one punished, not her.
“Tie her to the bed,” Peter’s voice from the laptop sounds behind me, as if I could ever forget that this isn’t for me. This is a fucked up show that I’m participating in.
I growl, and the guys think it’s because I’ve turned into an animal about to tie up his prey. In reality, it’s the order I’m angry with, the control I’m losing.
I’d kill them all if I didn’t think it was Lilith’s prerogative to get to kill them first.
Two handcuffs are already secured to the bed. I knew what would be asked of me; I just hoped I wouldn’t have to do it.
Lilith gives me the slightest of winks, and then I attack. Grabbing her arms, I yank them viciously above her head while she writhes and struggles beneath me.
I admit, my cock hardens, feeling her pretend to struggle against me and knowing it’s all a show. She’s pretending as much as I am.
She doesn’t want them to see her as weak, so I’m surprised she’s going along with this. I thought for sure she’d refuse to act afraid, but she’s enjoying the game.
As one of her hands is clasped into a handcuff, the other strikes against my cheek. I growl on instinct, my breath hot on her neck.
“There’s my murderous one,” I whisper so only she can hear.
Her face pinks, and her eyes hood. Fuck me, I want her. It’s going to take everything in me not to do this for real. I secure her second wrist until both are above her head, while her legs are still pinned under my hips.
“You know I could get free if I wanted to,” she whispers.
“Good thing you don’t want to,” I breathe back.
Then I yank her head back as I climb up her body, brushing my pierced cock against her lips.
“Open, Lilith,” I say, purposefully not using any nicknames I have for her on camera.
