Chapter Twenty-Four

***REMI***

It's only been a matter of minutes, and I’ve gone from a virgin to a slut.

“B-both of them?” I ask Kieran, who seems about as uninterested in my complaints as Xaden. “H-how?”

Merciless, ice-blue eyes meet mine. “Amuse me,” he shrugs, “figure it out.”

Humiliation flashes deep in my core. That and something more.

“Y-yes, Kieran.”
Kallias shifts from his place at the table, his eyes hungry for more. He may be the nice one, but I don’t think he’s able to deny what he wants to take.

“Knees,” he commands me, and when I get to them, he leans down and kisses my forehead. “That’s my Remi,” he praises, and I blush.

Rhodes is less affectionate.

Now that he’s been given permission, he doesn’t want to wait.

Within seconds, the spymaster's hands are buried in my hair and he’s mercilessly fucking my throat. Then Kallias’s hands, no less rough, and dominant, and in hair and yanking me to him.

I can barely breathe as they pass me around, from one set of hungry violet eyes to the next. I can barely think, too.

But something about how they’re fighting for me, wanting my attention, makes my legs heat up all over again.

My heart pounds in my ears.

Kallias fucks my mouth roughly, hitting the back of my throat. I gasp, choking on him, and Rhodes brings his hands to my shoulders, lightly massaging my neck and wiping my tears with his hand.

I’ve never felt more degraded and taken care of.

Punishing, dominating thrusts fill me from both brothers. And in the seconds between, when they smile at me with pride and let me breathe, I catch sight of Kieran in the shadows, watching me take his spymaster's cocks with a look on his face that I can’t quite place. Something like an achievement.

So I stare at him. And that smirk, it’s most definitely complacency.

And in a strange way, I share in his smugness. At how I got what I wanted, to be innocent, to be theirs, all while it being my choice.

Taking these men in my mouth…I’m terrified, but I’ve never felt more in control.
Kallias growls, thrusting harder, deeper. I turn my attention fully towards him, and he runs his hand against my cheekbone.

“Sweet little doe,” he says to me, then turns to his twin. “Ready to give our Remi her reward?”

Our Remi. My clit can’t take that.

“Fuck yes,” Rhodes groans, and in some dark, twisted way, I know to pull myself off of Kallias and open my mouth.

They both fill my mouth at once, covering my lips and my chest. I just look at them in curiosity and terror. Had I done a good job? Is this what they expected?

I look to Kieran for validation, and I swear, his heart leaps at the sight of it. Of me covered in his spymaster's cum, wide-eyed and seeking his approval.

He nods at me once.

And I feel…joy.

“No one touches her unless I command it,” Kieran says, “understood?”

Kallias is still breathing heavily. “Yes sir.”

I bite my thumb as the boys fix their pants, covering my breasts with my arms as much as I can. I may have done a lot with them, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still shy.

And the way the last male in the room is looking at me…it would make any person retract.

Xaden stalks around the table like a predator on the hunt. A shiver creeps across my spine as I feel him take up the space behind me.

I suddenly don’t feel so much joy.

Is he going to fuck my mouth too? Will he be harsher than the others?

The look in his red eyes says it all.
Yes and yes.

Somehow Xaden giving into me would be even more intriguing than even Kieran. But still, I look at the Midnight King.

He stares back at me with those cold, blue eyes. Curious.

I guess the rule of the King’s consent does not apply to the Demon Slayer. And that thought, of Xaden doing whatever he wants to me, no permission needed like the twins, somehow turns me on even more.

There’s no hint of emotion in the Demon Slayer's face and it's impossible to read his thoughts in those blood-red eyes.

“Stand up,” he orders, and I rise from my place on the floor.

He’s the tallest of them all, and when he leans down to whisper in my ear, butterflies churn in my stomach.

The Demon Slayer's hand moves to his mask.

“Xaden,” Kieran warns. “Don’t be a dick.”

“The little girl wants to play brave” Xaden replies, red eyes on me. “Let her play brave.”

My heart slams against my ribcage. Where is he going with this?

Xaden's hand runs over my cheek, brushing my hair away from my neck. Then a cool breeze travels through the room and every candle light goes out.

It’s pitch black.

And the flash of white is my only warning.

“Do you know what we really do to little girls who want to be used?”

* “Xaden.” * Someone shouts.

Strong, dominant hands grab the back of my neck, then the Demon Slayer leans down and–I part my lips, preparing for a kiss.

But Xaden only tightens his grip, laughs cruelly, and bites my throat.