Maksim simply did not care.
I had to do something, and I was desperate to alleviate her suffering, even if it would get me in trouble and even if I hated her. It was the simple fact that she was being abused in front of me that I couldn’t stand. I was never one who could back down when the powerful harmed the weak.
“Oh wow, that looks even better now!” I exclaimed and rushed towards the dressmaker and her assistants. “Can I see the train?”
The two guards were caught by surprise, and they dropped the barrel of their guns so they were pointing at the floor. I zig-zagged between them and made it to the dressmaker’s side. She was as confused as hell and stood there, unable to speak as her surprise consumed her thoughts.
A flash of irritation crossed Maksim’s face, and he released Avery to stand up abruptly. He was still wearing his riding boots, and he still left muddy prints across the rest of the silk carpet as he strode toward me. His cock was slick and stiff and stood straight out in front of him.
Of course, it made me feel smug and self-satisfied that each of my Kings had a bigger cock than his. It felt like winning a prize, knowing they could take him in a fight and win a dick-measuring contest. Yes, I was a little deranged at times, even when I was being held hostage by a crazy asshole like Maksim.
“Why are you interrupting me?” he demanded as he reached me. “I was about to fill her throat with my sacred seed. Fuck!”
“I wanted to see the dress again. It’s just so nice,” I said, not looking down at his erection. “I didn’t mean to interfere with yourrelations.”
“I should make you finish it off,” he growled and reached for me. I couldn’t help it. By reflex, I blocked his hand and knocked it away from me. Amara had spent way too many hours training me for it to disappear when I was being threatened. “What the hell was that?”
He reached for me again, and I steeled myself against his touch but allowed him to grab my wrist. He twisted it to my side and pulled me against him. I could smell alcohol on his hot breath as he spoke into my face, just inches away.
“You will fucking obey me, my bride,” he rasped. He pressed his exposed dick against my side, and I refused to react. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction even if he was raging against my behavior. “Do you understand?”
“I do,” I replied woodenly. “I understand.”
“Good,” he said, and he released me, shoving me back. “Now, stay the fuck away while Avery does her job.”
He turned and snapped his fingers at Avery. To my shock and horror, she crawled on her hands and knees towards him. Her eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation. I realized that I had wasted my energy trying to help her. She was as twisted as he was.
“Yes, my love?” she asked from her knees when she was in front of him.
“Finish the job as I said,” he commanded and reached down to grab a fistful of her hair. He slammed her face onto his shaft all the way to the end, and I heard the dressmaker and her assistants gasp in surprise as he fucked her mouth in front of us. “That’s good. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? You’re always so good to me. It should be you in that dress, you sexy little bitch.”
She groaned and slurped in agreement, and I could tell his declaration turned her on.
I backed away slowly and motioned for the dressmaker and her assistants to do the same.
When I was certain he was too focused on Avery, I sat back in the chair and looked over at the two guards. They were watching me intently, and I offered them a smug grin and a small wave. They didn’t respond, but I was certain that they despised me.
With a sudden grunt, Maksim came at last. I could see him thrusting out of the corner of my eye, but I refused to look at him. I wouldn’t give him the added pleasure of getting under my skin.
“That’s a good girl. Drink it up,” he said and laughed. “Look what a mess you’ve made.”
I heard her make a wet, gargling noise as she drank him down. “I’m sorry, my love,” Avery said with a giggle. “I can’t believe Everly thinks I didn’t want that. You hear that, Everly? I loved every fucking minute of it. You’d think with all those cocks in and out of your mouth and the rest of your body that you’d be more into it.”
Maksim let his still semi-hard erection stay on the outside of his riding pants and motioned toward the dressmaker. “Now show me this dress. I need to see it before the wedding.”
“Oh yes, sir, definitely, sir,” she said, cowering before him. She and her assistants came at me immediately, stripping me against my will and holding me down until I gave in and let them dress me.
“Get off me,” I hissed, and I squirmed out of their grasp. I couldn’t fight back too much, but I didn’t want to show him the dress again. I finally stood, though, and let it happen. I wasn’t doing them any favors by fighting so hard, and I would get them punished if I kept pushing back.
“I’m sorry,” the dressmaker whispered, and her assistants all seemed regretful of the task at hand.
“It’s okay,” I said quietly and nodded at her, letting them know I wasn’t going to keep fighting.
Finally, I was back in the dress. It was a tight-fitting bodice with delicate seed pearls and a lace ribbon to tighten it around me like a corset.
It had a long train of silk, which would have been enough on its own, but this one was covered in rigid tule that gave it a puffy profile that was more wedding cake topper than an actual dress.
It was ugly, and I wasn’t thrilled, but it’s not like I wanted to like the dress for my wedding facade to a sociopathic madman.