Page 36 of True Bastard
Her eyes, wide with terror, pleaded with me, a silent scream in their depths as she slowly sank to her knees. I wanted to warn her, but I couldn’t, not without risking Morpheus’ wrath, not without risking everything he’d fought to build.
Inferno emerged from the freezer with Jessup, bound and gagged, his eyes wide with terror, his body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. Jessup’s eyes bulged, his terrified gaze flitting between me and the hulking figures surrounding him. Inferno’s grip on him was like iron, his knuckles white. Kyllian, her face pale and etched with horror, watched from her kneeling position, her eyes wide with a dread I knew all too well. The cold from the freezer was a palpable presence, seeping into the room, mirroring the icy fear that had gripped her.
Morpheus stepped forward, his presence commanding, his eyes glinting with a cold, detached amusement as he surveyed Jessup. He pulled a worn, blood-stained ledger from his jacket, flipping through its pages with a theatrical flourish. “Jessup Winston,” he intoned, his voice echoing in the frigid space, each syllable a hammer blow. “You owe the Brotherhood of Bastards. And debts, as you well know, are always collected.” He met my gaze, a predatory spark igniting in his obsidian eyes. “And your payment,” he added, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur, “is due tonight.” A slow, unnerving smile spread across his lips,a stark contrast to the grim set of his jaw. He wasn’t just here to collect a debt; he wanted to ensure my loyalty, and he was going to use Kyllian to do that.
My stomach twisted, the weight of Morpheus’ command pressing down on me. I was being forced to orchestrate her torment, to become the instrument of her degradation, and the thought made me sick.
But his word was law.
“Unbuckle my belt and take out my cock,” I ordered, my voice a rough growl that scraped against my own conscience.
Kyllian’s eyes met mine, a flicker of terror, of betrayal, of something I couldn’t quite decipher. She hesitated, her trembling fingers reaching for my belt buckle. The air crackled with a tension so thick it felt like a physical force, each second stretching into an eternity. The chill from the freezer seemed to intensify, an arctic breath that promised a pain far worse than any physical one. She was mine, and I was about to teach her a brutal, unforgiving lesson.
A lesson I knew she would never forgive.
Her fingers, trembling and unsure, fumbled with my buckle. The sound of it unlatching echoed in the charged silence, a prelude to the violation I was forcing upon her. When my cock was finally freed, she didn’t flinch. Her eyes met mine, a silent plea that tore at something within me, something I’d tried to bury for years. But Morpheus’ gaze was a brand, searing me with his unspoken command. Her terror was a palpable thing, a scent in the frigid air, and I knew, with a sickening certainty, that I was about to irrevocably break her. The lesson would be severe, unforgiving, and leave scars that would never truly heal.
Inferno shoved Jessup forward, his bound hands dragging uselessly. He stumbled, landing on his knees, the cold floor biting through his thin trousers. His eyes, wide and wild, darted between Morpheus, Cerberus, and me. He knew this was it.The end of the road. The Brotherhood didn’t tolerate debtors, especially not ones who crossed them.
Morpheus stepped into Jessup’s line of sight, his face a mask of grim satisfaction. “Jessup Winston,” he announced, his voice a low rumble that promised a swift and brutal reckoning. “You owe me.”
Kyllian, still on her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps, looked at Jessup, then at me. The horror in her eyes was a mirror of my own internal torment. I was the instrument of her pain, the enforcer of a debt that wasn’t hers to pay. Yet, her trembling lips, the sheer terror etched onto her face, ignited something within me—a primal urge to protect, to shield her from the very darkness I was now a part of. But Morpheus’ gaze was a brand, pinning me in place, demanding my obedience.
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
I met Kyllian’s terrified gaze, my own eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. I had brought her into this, and now I was being forced to break her. The cost of Jessup’s betrayal was about to be paid, and Kyllian, my defiant kitten, would be the one to bear the brunt of it.
Holding my dick in my hand, I aimed the head at her mouth and simply said, “Suck.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kyllian
Excuse me?
He had to be out of his fucking mind if he thought for one goddamned second I would suck him off in front of everyone.
Nope.
No way in hell.
“No,” I choked out, the word a raw, ragged thing that scraped against my throat. Despite my refusal, my body hummed with a traitorous, involuntary response to his touch. However, my will, what little remained, still screamed NO.
I would not be reduced to this.
Not again.
Not ever.
The icy blast from the open freezer, carrying the phantom scent of death, seemed to seep into my very bones, a chilling reminder of what these assembled men were capable of.
Firestride’s gaze, usually a battlefield of conflicting emotions, was now hard and cold, devoid of any warmth. He met my terror with a grim resolve that spoke volumes. Morpheus, ever the orchestrator of pain, watched with detached cruelty, his eyes glinting with morbid fascination. Cerberus, with his unnerving smile, stood by, a silent observer to this choreographeddegradation. Jessup, bound and trembling, was a testament to their power, a pawn being broken down before me.
I was a prisoner in their twisted games, a piece on their brutal chessboard.
“Suck,” Firestride commanded again, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the frigid air. It wasn’t a question, nor a plea, but a demand. The air crackled with palpable tension, each second stretching into an agonizing eternity. My mind—a storm of terror and a desperate, flickering ember of defiance—screamed against this violation. But the cold, hard reality of their power, the unyielding cruelty in their eyes, was a crushing weight.
In that moment, I knew I was already lost.
