“Marta!” he bellowed suddenly, looking towards the door. I jumped and drew back, shrinking into the chair. Avery’s eyes snapped up and looked at me, a knowing look in them as she saw me cringe at his voice. “Get in here!”
The door opened, and an older woman I’d never seen walked into the bedroom. She was elegant and wearing a crisp, well-pressed pantsuit.
“What is it?” she asked Maksim, her blue eyes a contrast to her dull grey hair. “Is there anything you want me to do?”
“I want to see her dress. Get the dress people back here,” he said, waving his hand.
“They’re already heading back to town,” she said, her fixed pleasant smile never wavering.
“I said I fucking want to see the dress!” he roared, and she didn’t react, but Avery and I both flinched at the sound. “I don’t care what you have to do. Send the pilot to find them if that’s what it takes. Just be quick about it, or heads will roll.”
Marta nodded and left, closing the door behind her, locking us in the cage again with Maksim, the monster.
He took a seat in a chair nearby and leaned back, the bulge in his pants making it obvious that he enjoyed this kind of power. He picked up a bottle of amber alcohol that had been left for him, poured a small glass, and drank it quickly. He poured another and watched us as we remained seated, pretending to be casual about our confinement.
“Avery, get over here,” he said, at last, cupping the bulge with one hand while he held his drink in the other. “This needs taking care of.”
I heard the sound of a helicopter outside, and a shadow passed over the window as it lifted off the lawn. He didn’t want to wait for the dressmakers to return by car. He wanted them here immediately and would do whatever it took to satisfy his demands. He sickened me with his needs and wants and petulant childlike behavior, but I couldn’t let him know how I felt because he held all of our lives balanced on a razor blade.
Avery skittered across the room and dropped to her knees in front of him. It occurred to me that I was about to watch my newly found sister give my new forced finance a blow job, and the thought sickened me. My stomach rolled, and my mouth went dry, leaving a foul-tasting paste on my tongue.
I closed my eyes to escape this torment, and soon enough, I heard the wet sounds of Avery giving head. I shuddered and pictured myself anywhere but here. A mountaintop mansion with protection from our enemies would be a nice start. I could practically smell snow on the air and feel the warmth from the fire and my Kings.
“You will watch this, my future wife,” Maksim ordered. “Open your eyes. Avery will teach you how I like it.”
I grimaced and forced my lids up. I tried to look anywhere but at them, but Maksim let out a warning growl, a deep rumbling from the depths of his chest. I looked at last.
As soon as I took in the sight, the wet slurping sounds of Avery working Maksim’s massive cock filled my ears. It disgusted me and felt unnatural for me to watch, but I had no choice.
I was so into exploring and trying anything new when I was with my Kings, so this shouldn’t bother me as much as it did. But there was something different watching two men you love give each other head. Seeing your sister and somebody you despise suck the cock of a psychopathic criminal you’re going to be forced to marry in order to save the men you love was entirely different.
I felt guilty. I think that was the worst part of all. I wasn’t enjoying even a single moment of it. The entire situation and how it assailed all five of my senses was a real turn-off, but I still felt like I should be fighting harder to look away.
Avery had his cock deep down her throat, and I felt nothing but a queasy rumbling in my stomach and the bitter taste of bile in the back of my throat. I would have been more turned on watching a pap smear at that point, but Maksim would not let me look away.
I was saved, though. I hadn’t even heard the sounds of the whirring blades on the lawn outside, but the helicopter must have returned.
Because just when Maksim wrapped his fingers in Avery’s hair and shoved her far enough down his shaft to make her gag, the door swung open, and the dressmakers returned.
Without thinking, I leaped to my feet and headed to potentially make a mad dash out the door. But before I could even reach the dressmakers, Maksim barked an order, and two armed guards stepped in. Their leather army boots clacked on the floor, and they were efficient in their movements as they held AR-15s to my face.
“Don’t even think about it, my bride,” Maksim chuckled. “We’re just getting started, and I need you in white so I can spray you with some of my scent.”
I didn’t turn around, but I caught the eye of the dressmaker. She was terrified for me but dropped her gaze to the ground, unable to help.
I was trapped, unable to escape, and unable to get out of the most horrible cage of all. One where I was the plaything to a sociopathic monster and the woman I hated.
I was truly living in hell.
CHAPTER5
“Here isthe dress as you asked,” the dressmaker said, motioning to her assistants who were carrying the horrible white gown I was to wear on my wedding day. “As you can see, it is exactly as you asked. A copy of the one from the photograph of your grandmother on her special day.”
Maksim watched her as she took tiny steps toward him, trying to slow her movement, so she didn’t get too close to him and Avery. I didn’t blame her, and I couldn’t imagine what the poor woman thought when she saw what was happening right in front of us all.
Avery kept making choking sounds as she gagged on Maksim’s cock. He was relentless and held her there as if she was nothing more than a fuck doll. A toy for his pleasure without agency of her own. He sickened me, but I was helpless in the face of his madness.
Avery seemed like she couldn’t catch her breath, she was flailing, and she held her hand up in a desperate signal that he was hurting her.