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He stiffens. Gone are the sweet caresses of swollen lips and idle hands. Instead, they’re replaced with violence, and darkness, and a hand around my throat. I swallow hard, and fight back tears, my only weapon against the brutality of his touch. “I do not want to hear another word about selling you to Vladik. You’re mine. He can never have you.”

“You would sacrifice your sister for me, even though I’m willing to do this?”

He exhales sharply, his lip curling into a sneer. “Why?”

“Because I know what it’s like to be caged.”

He releases my throat and shoots up off the mattress, stalking toward the glass doors and flinging them wide. He walks out onto the balcony and leans against the railing, his hands splayed, his head bent, and his powerful naked body casting an even larger shadow in the moonlight.

I climb out of bed, as naked as he is, and pad slowly over to him. I wrap my arms around him, and he removes one of his from the railing and presses our joined hands against his chest.

“I can’t give you up to him. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do, and I have to do this.” I press a kiss to his back.

“You’re stubborn. You’re not ready. You’d get yourself killed before I could even find you.”

“You’ll find me.”

“No.” He shakes his head, resolute. “I forbid it.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“I’m your Master. I own you. You do what I tell you to.”

I slip beneath his arm and stand in his embrace. His cock is soft, but the pressure of it against my belly tightens my insides. “Not this time.”

I drop to my knees, and look up at him. His cock twitches as he threads his fingers in my hair and pulls hard, exposing the line of my throat. I reach up and take his cock in my hands. He’s thickening fast, and I open my mouth and draw him inside because I know I’ve just taken all the power from him. The balance has shifted. He no longer makes all the rules. Yes, he’s my Sir, and I’ll try my best to obey him, but I have to do this for me, for her, and for every slave they’ve ever stolen.



For two days, Areshas been cold and distant, but he’s resumed my training with vigor. Sometimes Hermes comes to watch, which I find unsettling, but they both remind me I’m going to be a lot more than unsettled in Vladik’s house. Besides, there isn’t much I can really say about it. I want him to train me. I want to be prepared for whatever Vladik might throw my way for however long I’m there.

Ares tolerates his brother’s presence, but otherwise ignores him, and I wonder if this is a usual occurrence when training a slave. It certainly wasn’t my experience at the house they kept me in, but then, Ares has done this for ten years. Perhaps his methods change each time.

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