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Thune’s middle head glared at them, its piggy eyes narrowing.

“You’ll do what we say, piggy-wigs, or suffer the consequences.Welike a little pain with our pleasure—it’s going to be good to see both the little female’s holes stuffed at once.”Hewaved a dismissive hand.“Nowrun along for now—we want to be alone.”

As he spoke, he picked up a small controller and rewound the footage on the viewscreen.Theimages of their violation began to play again in reverse.Then, with a grunt, he unzipped his filthy trousers.

Noelle, gathering her discarded dress from the floor and clutching it to her chest, couldn’t help but look.Whatemerged was enormous—a pale, thick shaft that reminded her, with a jolt of surreal horror, of one of those whole logs of bologna you see in the deli meat counter.

Thune took another gulp of wine—directly from the bottle this time—and began to stroke himself, all six eyes glued to the screen whereBrightwas pounding into her from behind while she suckedBurn.

The sight was the final straw.Awave of dizziness so profound it made the room tilt washed overNoelle.

Is it the sex?Thepink drink?Orjust… all of it?

She took a step towards the staircase and her legs buckled.

“Be careful, my lady!”Bright’sarms were around her in an instant, catching her and cradling her against his chest.Hisskin was warm, his heartbeat a steady, reassuring rhythm against her ear.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her head lolling against his shoulder.“So…dizzy.”

“You’re all worn out from being fucked so hard.”

Burn’s voice was flat, but the bitterness and self-loathing in his dark eyes was a palpable thing.ItworriedNoelle—a sharp pang cutting through her own fog of exhaustion—but she was too far gone to form the words to reassure him.

She could only slump againstBright, a dead weight, as he lifted her effortlessly and carried her up the winding stone stairs,Burntrailing behind them like a shadow of his former self.

61

NOELLE

The next thingNoelleknew, the cold, damp air of the dungeon was replaced by the marginally warmer, still-oppressive atmosphere of the main house.Shewas only vaguely aware of being carried into a bathroom and of the sound of running water.

Then she was being lowered into a deep, sunken tub filled with blessedly warm water.Itstung her bruised skin and sore muscles at first, then soothed them as she grew used to it.

Bright was in the tub with her—a large, soft sponge in his hand.Hewashed her with infinite care, his touch gentle as he smoothed the soap over her shoulders, back, and arms.Hewas meticulous, washing away the sweat…the dried nectar from her breasts…and the lingering traces of their combined releases from between her thighs.Whenhe moved the sponge between her legs, she flinched, and he immediately stilled his hand.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.Hecontinued, his touch becoming even lighter—a ghost of a caress that cleaned her without causing more pain.

She sawBurnstanding by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture rigid.Hewasn’t looking at them.

“Help me,”Brightasked him softly.

TheDarkTwinshook his head, a sharp, jerky motion.

“I don’t deserve to touch her again.Notafter whatIdid—not after how hardIused her.”

“You couldn’t help it,”Brighttried to reassure him, his voice firm.“Youhadto fuck her hard or that evil bastard would have shocked her.Noelleknows that.”

Noelle wanted to agree, to tellBurnit was okay, that she didn’t blame him, and that a part of her had even reveled in his raw, untamed power.Butthe words were like stones in her mouth.Shewas just sotired.Allshe could manage was a soft moan asBrightfinished rinsing her, the warm water carrying the last physical evidence of their ordeal down the drain.

He lifted her from the tub and patted her dry with a huge towel, his movements still tender and reverent.

“You know we wouldn’t have used you like that if we hadn’t been forced,” he whispered, wrapping the towel around her.“Pleasetell me you know that, my lady.”

“I know,” she whispered back, her voice a thread of sound.“Just…sotired.”

“I think we’re all having some kind of reaction to the pink drink,”Brightsaid grimly, his own movements slightly unsteady as he guided her towards the massive bedroom.“Comeon, let’s get to bed before we fall over.”

He tucked her into the center of the huge, giant bed, the coarse sheets cool against her skin.Noelleinstinctively shifted—making room for them—expecting them to climb in on either side of her, to cocoon her in their warmth and strength as they had before.