Page 66 of Rose and Shadows
Hours or days… I didn’t know how long it had been.
All I did know was that he’d been gone.
Left me here strapped to this thing.
With the holy water still weakening me.
No feeders or blood bags, no nourishment at all.
Just forced pleasure.
Forced pleasure he’d planned to break me with.
Until I’d turned it to my advantage.
He’d thought I’d be on the edge the entire time, screaming and crying with need by the time he arrived home.
As if I’d allow that shithead to breakme.
He’d called too many of the shots as it was—now it was my turn.
And when he got back he’d see that he really had no hope of twisting my mind, or making me his.
Speaking of the mind manipulation thing, I’d actually managed to reach out to my dad during all of this. I’d basically used the last of the energy I’d had to achieve that, hence me being barely able to move now. Even my wolf howl had sounded strained and raw.
Reaching out while I’d been in the throes of this fucked-up pleasure hadn’t been the most comfortable thing in the world, but even though I knew he’d realized what was happening as I’d held the mind-link long enough for him to see into the situation and determine where I was, or at least a close enough estimation, he hadn’t spoken a word about it. Instead, he’d told me that he was proud of me, that he loved me, and that it wouldn’t be long now… just to hold on a little while longer.
A rush of movement caught my attention through the pleasure sparking through me, making me ache.
A massive rush.
It had to be several dozen.
I strained to hear more.
And then Victor’s voice reached me, sending a chill down my spine.
“Do not enter my chambers. You need me, you call out. Now take position and ready yourselves. Dark Fae contingent, prepare the mind-meddling spell infused with Celestial power now. You need to be ready to intercept Cassius. Bring him to his knees. The rest of you hold off the necromancer and the Alpha bitch. I’ll see to Remnant.”
I started.
It was happening.
They were coming.
But how far out were they?
Victor would need a lot of prep time to survive them, but he was also an arrogant bastard who’d delved so deep into psychopathy and broken from reality so much that maybe he didn’t recognize that anymore. Maybe they were really so close.
A whip of wind cut into my thoughts.
And then, there he was, standing right in front of me, clad in his dark gray suit stretching across his overbearing broad and muscular form.
“Precious thing, my apologies, I was gone longer than anticipated. However, that should have worked well in your favor. You must be ready to accept me now.” His lips lifted into a devious smirk. “To even receive me, yes?”
A strained growl was my only response.
His gaze raked over me strung up fucking naked for him.
