Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Your mouth lies, But your Pussy tells the truth

The office was smaller than she’d expected.

Not small...nothing in this estate was small, but more intimate than the grand main hall where they’d first claimed her. Dark wood paneling, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk dominating the center of the room. A fireplace along one wall with a low fire burning. Two leather chairs facing the desk.

And behind that desk, sitting perfectly still with his hands folded on the polished surface, was Nicholas.

Those silver eyes tracked her the moment she entered. Assessing. Calculating. Missing nothing.

"Close the door," he said.

She did.

"Lock it."

Her hand shook as she turned the lock. The click echoed in the quiet room.

"Come here."

She walked toward the desk, the silk robe whispering against her skin with each step. Stopped a few feet away, unsure how close he wanted her.

Nicholas leaned back in his chair, those silver eyes moving over her slowly. Taking in the marks visible on her throat, the bruises peeking out from the edges of the robe, the way she was holding herself....careful and hurting.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

The question caught her off guard.

"Sore," she said honestly.

"Good." He stood, moving around the desk with that fluid predatory grace all the brothers seemed to share. "That means my brothers did their job properly."

He stopped in front of her. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. Close enough to smell that scent that was uniquely his....something cold and clean like winter.

"Take off the robe," he said.

Her hands moved to the tie at her waist. Pulled it loose. Let the silk slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet.

Standing naked in front of him again. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Nicholas’s eyes moved over her body with that same clinical assessment from earlier. But there was something else underneath it now. Something darker. Hungrier.

"You’re covered in marks," he observed. "Sebastian and Lucian weren’t gentle."

"No," she whispered.

"And you survived it." He reached out, his fingers tracing one of the bite marks on her shoulder. "That’s good. That means you can survive me too."

His hand dropped.

"Get on the desk," he commanded.

She stared at him. "What?"

"The desk. Get on it. Now."

Lilith looked at the massive polished surface behind him. It was completely clear—no papers, no clutter, just smooth dark wood that probably cost more than her entire life was worth.

She moved around him carefully, her legs shaking. Sat on the edge of the desk.

"Lie back," Nicholas said.

She did, the wood cool and hard against her back.

"Spread your legs."

There it was again. That command she was starting to hate and fear in equal measure.

Why were they all obsessed with making her spread her legs?

She let her thighs fall open, exposing herself completely to his gaze.

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