my way through Hell if it means getting a chance to get to Heaven.
He sighs, shoulders sagging in relief. “That’s good, pet.” He grabs a bowl of pink rose petals and tosses them in the bath, then he pours me a glass of champagne and pushes a chunk of cheese into my mouth. “I was so worried you’d disobey me, but you knew, didn’t you?” He gently caresses my cheek. “You knew you were meant for something more.”
I keep my lips sealed as he feeds me. I am starting to piece things together. His odd use of words, the men in robes, and why I’m getting special treatment. I also am starting to realize why he never had sex with me. He had to ensure I stayed a virgin for something more important.
Is he part of a cult?
That is never good. I’ve heard horror stories about this kind of thing, and I want no part of it.
“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs. “I should have picked an uglier woman all those years ago instead of ridding the world of someone so exquisite.” He inches his way closer to me and hovers his lips over mine. “Your lips are an evil all on their own, making me want to deviate from the plan.” He presses his lips against mine, but I don’t meet his enthusiasm in return as he kisses my lips and plunges his tongue in my mouth. “And your breasts…” He slides his hand down my chest, but he doesn’t feel me.
He leaves me on edge, making me afraid. He is good at that. He loves to build tension. “I bet your pussy is such a delight,” he says. “I can’t wait to finally take you after all these years. You’re going to feel so good. Maybe I can convince them to only take a pint of your blood when we are all done with you. I can keep you around here and make sure we can always be together. You’d have to service all the other members, but that’s okay; I’ll still love you. You’re going to bind all of us together, anyway. What’s the difference? Doesn’t that sound like a good plan?” He flicks his finger over my nipple and rubs the bubbles into my skin. “We can have the life we want. I wouldn’t have to plan for anything. We could get another virgin and have the ritual again in a few years. Maybe not wait as long. Seven years seems ridiculous. That’s the beauty of magic. You can bend and break the rules all you want.”
Magic.
Oh my God.
He is a fucking nut case. He is fluffing me up for some ritual! I am about to be a pig with an apple in its mouth for all of these insane men.
“Kendrick, I … I don’t believe in magic. What you’re saying doesn’t make sense.” My body trembles as he shuts off the water.
“I know, but it will.” He stands, and his erection tents his pants. He grabs it and groans. He unzips his jeans and fishes out his cock, stroking the length. “Are you finally ready to have me, my sweet? It’s been so hard to deny you all these years after you’ve thrown yourself at me.”
Thrown myself? Right.
He jerks himself faster as he stares at me, and I look away, not wanting to watch. “Fucking look at me, pet,” he seethes.
I keep my head turned.
He grips my chin and forces my head to the right. I see him reach for his cock again and this time, and for some reason, my mouth gets the best of me. “Your brother is bigger and more of a man than you’ll ever be.” I’m not wrong. Sebastian’s cock is bigger, thicker too, and he knows how to use it, but Kendrick doesn’t need to know that.
The back of his hand strikes my cheek, and he keeps jacking himself off, then he slaps me again and again, until he grunts, filling his palm with come. “I should make you lick me clean, pet.”
The thought has me nauseous.
He wipes his hands off with toilet paper then washes them under the sink. His flimsy cock hangs from his pants, and I curl my lip in disgust.
“I thought you said you were a virgin? Did you lie?” he asks.
“No. We did other things. That’s why I made the comparison.”
He takes two steps toward me and slaps me again. Again, I don’t cry, or make a noise, or beg him to stop. I keep