Remi POV
"Are you crazy!"
Those words left my throat before I could stop them. My body still trembled, and I took another step back.
"I'm not doing that."
At least last time, he forced himself on me in private. There was no way I was going to let him do it again in front of so many people. My eyes darted around the room, desperate.
Each council member looked back at me with cold amusement or disdain. Even the girls, half-naked, were now staring like I had broken some sacred rule.
Zanye, who had been expressionless the entire time, shifted in his seat and furrowed his brow.
That's when I realized I had messed up big time.
My gaze slowly drifted back to Damon, only to find him on his feet, his face twisted in pure rage.
"What did you just say?" he muttered darkly.
Before I could even blink, he grabbed my neck and slammed me hard against the table. The teacup rattled, and pain exploded in my skull.
"You're very good at testing my patience, you know that?" he growled, his fingers tightening around my throat, cutting off my air supply. He looked over his shoulder at the other men. "What do you think, boys? Wanna taste too?"
My heart nearly stopped beating at his words, and in response, they growled—howling like the beasts they were.
"You can have a taste," Damon said with a smirk.
My breath hitched. In the next second, I was shoved straight into their arms. I screamed and thrashed, but two of them caught me easily and pinned me down on the table while my legs kicked helplessly.
"Don't—please!" I cried.
The man with silver hair was the first to take a turn. He placed himself between my legs, clicking his tongue as his hungry eyes devoured my body.
"What a beauty," he muttered.
I screamed louder when his hand grabbed my breast.
"No—don't!" I yelled, twisting beneath them, but it was no use.
He leaned in anyway, and the sound of his mouth against my skin made bile rise in my throat.
Fresh tears welled up in my eyes as his other hand roughly cupped the second.
"Move," another snarled, shoving the silver-haired man aside. His hands were rough as they gripped my shoulders, his breath smelling of wine as he leaned closer. They were fighting over me like the animals they were.
I turned my gaze away, squeezing my eyes shut, unable to watch as his cold lips brushed my collarbone while the others laughed around me.
Was this really happening?
My body trembled as I began sobbing silently, more tears sliding down my cheek. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to scream and fight, but my limbs felt like lead. God, if this was a nightmare, please wake me up.
Through the haze, my gaze landed on Zanye. He wasn't laughing like the others. His head was bowed down. At least one of them seemed to retain some humanity, but even that glimmer of hope faded when I realized he wasn't intervening.
His head was bowed, but he wasn't stopping the others.
I turned my head the other way… to Damon. He was watching me, gently stroking himself, clearly enjoying the show.
"Please…" I choked out, barely able to form the words. "I'll do it. I'll do what you said. Just… please…"
Damon tilted his head at my words, then slowly raised his hand. "Enough."
The men froze. The weight pressing me down lifted slightly.
"She said she'll do it," he said.
The one with silver hair grumbled under his breath but reluctantly stepped back, his eyes still glued to my body like he hadn't had enough.
The other growled, unhappy, but obeyed.
I curled in on myself as much as I could, arms crossed over my now exposed chest, legs trembling as I slid down from the table. I wasn't even sure I was breathing.
"Kneel and come to me," he commanded.
Shaking, I fell to my knees and began to crawl toward him.
When I reached him, still seated like a king on his throne, he leaned forward slightly and cupped my chin.
"Look at me," he murmured.
I forced my gaze up, blinking past the tears clinging to my lashes.
"You said you'd do it," he said, and I nodded even though my fists clenched.
A cruel smirk curved his lips. "Good girl," he whispered, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
Then he leaned back and spread his legs so I could get a clear view of his thick, hard length.
"Then do it," he said. "Show me you mean it. Use that pretty mouth of yours and suck my dick."
My eyes widened. "What…?" I whispered.
"What? Are you refusing now?"
I quickly shook my head, biting down on my bottom lip.
No, that wasn't it. I just… I didn't expect him to mean it literally. I had stupidly thought he meant I should just use my hands—something I'd only ever seen in movies. Something I never imagined doing myself, especially not like this.
"I… I just don't know how to," I admitted, keeping my eyes locked on the floor, too ashamed to meet his.
He chuckled.
"Ahh… so pure," he murmured. "I really hit the jackpot with you."
He reached forward, gently running his fingers through my hair—almost lovingly—but I knew better than to think there was anything tender in his touch.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's not that hard," he said. "It's just like licking a lollipop."
Heat rose to my cheeks, his words only making me feel more uncomfortable.
Then he slowly guided my head forward. I hesitated at first, but his grip tightened like a silent warning.
My fingers trembled as I wrapped my hand around him, and he groaned softly.
I swallowed my last shred of pride, closed my eyes, and leaned in.
The moment my lips wrapped around the head, he groaned louder. I tried to think about anything else, but he pushed himself deeper, causing me to whimper as the thickness stretched my throat.
Too much… it's too much.
But he didn't stop. He pulled my head back a little, then shoved it down again—slower this time, letting me feel every inch.
Saliva pooled from the corners of my mouth.
"Relax your throat," he growled, both hands now tangled in my hair. Then he thrust in deeper and harder.
My eyes watered as he forced his entire length into my mouth, his grip holding me in place when I tried to pull back.
I gagged, unable to take any more. He groaned even more, snapping his hips forward.
"Fuck yes," he hissed. "That's it."
My head bobbed with every thrust, my throat tightening each time he pushed all the way in. I could barely breathe, and more tears slid down my cheek.
This continued for a while, then his pace became erratic.
"Fûck…" he groaned, guiding me faster. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."
He said it like he could read my mind—my jaw was aching so bad.
He slammed all the way in, and the next second, hot spurts filled my throat, tasting salty. I choked and almost pulled back, but he held me there until he gave me every last drop.
When he finally released his grip, I gasped for air and almost threw up.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
My eyes widened, silently pleading with him, but his expression darkened.
"Now."
I had no choice but to obey, swallowing everything he gave me.
He watched me like a man starved, then grabbed my chin and tilted my face up.
"Open."
I did.
He smirked. "Good girl."
Before I could blink, he grabbed me by the neck, forcing me to my feet, and he kissed me.
"You did so good for me," he murmured against my lips. "So fucking perfect."
Then he let go of me, and I collapsed back onto the floor, my lip swollen, my throat burning, and my body trembling.
He stood up and began fixing his pants. "Take her back," he said, not even looking at me.
Nikolai stepped forward. He was about to grab my hand, but Damon held a hand up.
"No. Let her walk," he said, with another woman already in his arms. "She needs to remember what submission tastes like."