Chapter Seventy-Two

***REMI***

I never imagined I’d end up like this—bound to a tree, completely at their mercy. The ropes dig into my skin, but the sensation only heightens the tension coiling in my core. Kallias’s shadows whisper around me, brushing against my skin like a lover’s caress. Rhodes’s presence is a heavy, intoxicating force that presses against me from all sides. My heart pounds in my chest, a wild rhythm that echoes in the quiet of the forest.

I know exactly what they have planned, and the thought makes my thighs clench in anticipation.

Kallias’s voice is a soft, deadly whisper in my ear. “Do you think she’s ready, Rhodes?” He moves with the grace of a predator, circling me slowly, his shadows pooling at my feet.

Rhodes’s dark chuckle reverberates through the clearing, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I think she’s more than ready, Kal. But let’s not make it too easy for her.”

I’m hyper-aware of the way the ropes bite into my wrists, the way my body trembles with a mixture of fear and desire. My breath catches as Kallias steps closer, his fingers brushing against the hem of my dress. “Such a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Rhodes’s voice is silk and shadows as he steps into my line of sight. “Indeed. But we mustn’t forget she’s also a fierce one.” His violet eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the dark promise in them. “Remi, darling, we’re going to make you beg.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, but I lift my chin defiantly. “I don’t beg,” I manage, though my voice wavers slightly.

Kallias’s fingers slide up my thigh, stopping just shy of the place where I desperately want him. “We’ll see about that,” he says softly, his breath warm against my ear. “Maybe after we’re done with you, you’ll learn a thing or two about submission.”

Rhodes moves closer, his hand coming up to tilt my chin so that I’m forced to look at him. His gaze is intense, filled with a dark hunger that makes my pulse race. “You trust us, don’t you, Remi?” he asks, his voice deceptively gentle.

I swallow hard, nodding despite myself. “Yes.”

A satisfied smile curves his lips. “Good. Then let go, darling. Let us take care of you.”

Kallias’s hand slides higher, brushing against my core, and I can’t help the soft gasp that escapes me. He’s barely touched me, but I’m already trembling with need. Rhodes’s gaze never leaves mine as he steps even closer, his body pressing against me, his scent wrapping around me like a cloak.

“Kal,” Rhodes says, his voice a low command.

Without a word, Kallias’s hand moves under my dress, finding the heat between my thighs. His fingers tease, brushing against me with just enough pressure to make me ache. “So wet already,” Kallias murmurs, his voice filled with dark amusement. “What a good girl you are, Remi.”

I bite back a moan, my hips instinctively moving towards his hand, seeking more. But Kallias is patient, relentless in his teasing, drawing out the tension until it’s almost unbearable.

Rhodes’s hand trails down my neck, his touch light and possessive. “Beg,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

The command is like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire inside me that I can’t control. I shake my head, trying to hold on to the last shred of my defiance, but it’s a losing battle. Kallias’s fingers slip inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit, and I can’t stop the cry that escapes me.

“Please,” I whisper, the word tumbling from my lips before I can stop it.

Rhodes’s smile is a dark, wicked thing. “Louder, Remi.”

Kallias’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and I moan, louder this time. “Please, Rhodes. Kallias. I need—”

Rhodes’s lips capture mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my pleas as Kallias works me with ruthless precision. The ropes hold me fast, but I push against them, desperate for more, for the release that’s just out of reach.

When Rhodes finally pulls back, his eyes are burning with that same dark hunger. “You’ll come for us, Remi,” he says, his voice a velvet command. “And you’ll do it again and again until you can’t stand.”

Kallias’s hand quickens, and I can feel the tension in my core winding tighter and tighter. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and all it takes is Rhodes’s hand brushing against my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, to push me over.

I cry out as the orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing against the ropes as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. Kallias doesn’t stop, drawing out every last bit of my release until I’m trembling, panting, and completely at their mercy.

Rhodes’s hand cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he watches me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Do you hear that, Offering whore?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a dark promise. “That’s the lovely sound of your defeat.”

The Midnight King
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