Page 56 of Cursed

Before I can process what’s happening, he’s lifting me, positioning me. I feel him beneath my dress, and then?—

“No,” I gasp, trying to rise. My body tenses at the sudden intrusion.

Landon’s grip tightens, holding me firmly in place. “Shhh,” he breathes against my ear. “Remember what you are now.”

I wince as he settles me fully onto his cock, my hands gripping the edge of the table. All of us—Mira, Cora, Bianca, Keira, Lia, and, surprisingly, one of the hunters—face the table like obedient dolls while thefeastbegins around us.

The servers arrive with platters of food, moving around the table as if this scene—women and men impaled on their captors’ laps—is completely normal. Landon shifts beneath me, and I bite my lip to suppress a gasp.

“Everyone looks so civilized,” Landon taunts. “But they all know what’s happening under this table.”

I try to remain still, acutely aware of the other diners, but Landon has other plans. His hips move, thrusting upward in a rhythm that makes my breath catch.

“Please,” I murmur. “Not here. Not like this.”

His fingers dig into my hips, forcing me down harder as he increases his pace. “There it is,” he hisses. “That word. No. Do you know what it does to me?”

I shake my head, trying desperately to maintain composure as he continues his relentless assault beneath the table.

“It makes me want to break you apart even more,” Landon murmurs, his lips brushing my earlobe. “I can’t help myself when you say no. Inside me, a switch just flips.”

His movements become forceful, each thrust punctuated by a tightening of his grip. My body betrays me, responding to him even as my mind recoils.

A commotion at the entrance draws my attention. The grand doors open, and men and women enter, all of them dressed elegantly. Suddenly, a man, whom I recognize roars, “CORA!” He lunges forward with violent intent. “Get your filthy hands off my daughter! LET HER GO!”

Mayor Pike.

The realization hits me as I watch his expression transform from confusion to horror when he spots his daughter positioned between three masked men, actively engaged with one while the others touch her possessively.

“Daddy, I—” Cora’s attempts to lift herself off one of the hunter’s laps, shifting as she moves to close her legs and stand. “Please, I can explain?—”

We’re at a formal dinner table with fine china and crystal goblets while being intimately violated beneath it. People are literally taking their seats around us to eat a meal while we’re impaled on these men. The sheer insanity of this scenario leaves me reeling.

Landon’s hand suddenly grips my jaw, forcing my attention back to him. “Focus on me, little butterfly,” he commands. “Nothing else matters.”

He lifts a fork with a morsel of food to my lips. When I hesitate, his other hand tightens painfully on my hip, driving me down harder onto him. I gasp, my mouth opening involuntarily, and he slips the food inside.

“Chew,” he instructs. “Good girl.”

The mayor’s angry voice continues in the background.

“Forget them,” Landon urges. “There’s only you and me in this room. Do you understand?”

I nod, swallowing mechanically as he feeds me another morsel. His pace increases beneath the table, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“Say it,” he demands, fingers digging into my jaw.

“Only you and me,” I repeat, my voice trembling as I surrender to his command.

The chaos around us seems to fade into muffled background noise as Landon commands my complete attention. Landon continues his methodical assault—both with the food at my lips and the relentless movement beneath the table.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a silken trap. “Just focus on me.”

Landon shifts, hitting a spot that makes me gasp.

“I told you,” he whispers against my ear, “nothing else matters.”

Servers continue to move efficiently around the table, placing plates and filling glasses as if nothing unusual is happening. Their indifference only heightens how surreal this moment is.