2. Lorcan #2
She isn’t pretending now.
She is standing half-naked in my ring while every predator in the room measures the price of her fear.
And I put her there.
She knows the power I hold, and I will make her dance for me until I’m satisfied with her performance.
“Take them off,” I murmur.
She hesitates for a second before her hands go into the side of her underwear. I can tell she isn’t used to going all the way naked. She has some boundaries, some grey morals in her murky world.
“No,” she whispers.
“Take them off.”
Her terrified gaze locks with mine, and she stops moving. “Please,” she whispers.
Moving closer, I don’t say anything. My gaze bores into hers, and she flinches. That’s when I strike. “Take them off, Elle or Tiernan will remove them for you.”
Tiernan’s head turns a fraction towards me.
He knows me well enough to hear the difference between a threat I mean and a threat I’m using. He also knows I don’t like hesitation in front of witnesses. Weakness breeds appetite in men like the ones surrounding this ring.
Elle’s fingers stay hooked at her hips, but she doesn’t obey.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears under the lights.
Snowden sits back in his booth, his attention fixed on her bare skin and the small black scrap she refuses to remove.
“Last chance,” I say.
She throws me a look of pure hatred and slides the lace down her thighs.
The sounds of lewd comments rise around the ring.
I lift one hand.
The room shuts the fuck up.
Not all at once. Men like these always need a second to remember who owns the air they breathe down here. But they remember.
Elle steps out of the knickers around her ankles, naked, furious, and terrified. Her hands fist at her sides. She doesn’t cover herself. Pride keeps her still, but it costs her. I see it in the tight pull of her face, in the way her breath hits too fast.
I did that.
I wanted proof, control, leverage. I wanted to know if she’d crack. I got my answer, and now I want more. I want her completely bare.
“Move,” I say, my stare on hers, even though I know Tiernan’s has dropped to her shaved pussy. I want to lick her until she screams my name. My cock is raging at seeing her like this, knowing I put her here.
The word lands, and she moves because she thinks she has no choice.
She doesn’t. It pleases me.
Her first step is stiff. The second breaks something in her expression.
Tiernan shifts beside me. “Enough,” he says under his breath, which surprises me.
I glance at him with a raised eyebrow.
He keeps his stare on the room, jaw hard. “You’re playing with her.”
“She walked into the lion’s den. She is mine to play with.”
“Lor—”
My hand snaps out around his wrist. “Do not move against me.”
He grimaces and turns back to Elle as I release him. Her hips move to the beat. Her gaze has gone glassy as she completely dissociates from the situation.
It takes strength.
“Touch yourself,” I murmur.
“Lorcan,” Tiernan snaps sharply.
I ignore him.
“No,” she whimpers. “Please don’t do this.”
“Touch yourself, or I let the room decide what happens next,” I say.
Her fingers shake as they slide down her stomach.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, tears brimming but not falling.
The music pulses, and she obeys, slow circles over her clit while the men around us stay silent as they see this power play even if they don’t understand it.
Tiernan grunts next to me. He wants to stop this.
Elle’s breath hitches. Her hips jerk against her own hand, reluctant and automatic. She bites her lip to hold back any sound. I study every flinch, every forced movement, committing it to memory. She is mine to break or keep. Snowden leans forward again, eyes riveted to the scene.
“Faster,” I say quietly. “Make yourself come.”
She stifles a sob as her free hand grips the rope for balance. Her thighs quiver.
I reach out to cup her chin. “Look at me while you come.”
A tear spills over and rolls down her face.
I follow its path as her fingers move faster between her legs.
Her body trembles under the lights. The music pulses through the floor, but her soft whimpers cut through it anyway.
She keeps her gaze locked on mine even as her hips buck once, then twice.
Her orgasm hits hard. She bites her lip to trap the sound, but it escapes anyway in a broken gasp.
I hold her chin steady. The power in this moment settles deep in my chest. She belongs to me now.
She is mine to command. Tiernan shifts beside me.
He mutters something low, but I ignore him. Snowden is on the edge of his seat.
I give him a slow smile and then drop my hand to Elle’s wrist, pulling her hand away from her cunt. “Get dressed and get out.”
She grabs her clothes from the floor and pulls them on quickly.
Her hands still shake, but she keeps moving until she is fully clothed and bends down for her bag.
She steps over the ropes, and I let her go, watching her every move as she races up the stairs, away from this world where she doesn’t belong.
“Let her go,” I say to Tiernan. “She needs the rest of this night to recover before we pull her into our world.”
“And if she talks?”
“She won’t. But if she does, she will face the consequences, just like everyone else.”
I turn from him and head to the bar to grab the whiskey that is waiting for me, more turned on than I have been for a while.