Chapter 19
V warily watched Landon as the Platinum paced. The two plain-faced minions of the Elite stared as well. He didn’t know what to do. For once, he couldn’t charm his way out of trouble—not if he didn’t want to get raped for trying. V was just thankful Landon had seemed to have forgotten about him after shoving him onto a bolted down chair.
He had suffered through the attention of Landon’s kiss ass little peeons. They had waved some kind of gadget over his face and body, closing up every one of Landon’s slashes. They closed them, but he could still feel each and every one of them.
V glanced around him. The room was large, and plush. Riches sparkled at him from the softness of the carpet to the twinkling of the crystal chandelier above their heads. If V hadn’t known any better he would have thought they were in Eos. There were windows, but from the flickering of the mountain scenery V would have been convinced the hologram was real, and he was only a few steps away from the outside world.
But what captured his attention the most was the old fashion pen laying on the coffee table in front of him. V shot a look at Landon and the other two, making sure they weren’t watching before forcing his aching body to swipe the pen. Behind his back he slowly twisted the cap off, then pulled the thin ink cartridge from the bottom tube. Taking the spring from the end, V reassembled the pen and quickly returned it to the table.
After making sure no one was looking, V straightened the spring to get to work setting the alarm off on his pet ring.
“You’re filthy, Violet.”
V palmed the spring. He kept his eyes lowered as he replied to the Platinum’s statement, “Yes, I am…” He didn’t know what to say other than that. What could he say? ‘Hey, if you hadn’t chain me to the floor, hadn’t cut me up so that I had bled all over myself, then maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking dirty.’ Who knows what the Elite would do if he said that.
V gasped, his eyes watering as fingers gripped his chin and pressed down on the bruises marring his face, threatening rip open his invisible stitches. His chin lifted, V bit his lips to keep from spitting in Landon’s face as the Platinum studied him.
“Bathe him,” Landon ordered the two men behind him. “I want my pet cleaned.”
“I’m not your fucking pet—“ Stars exploded behind his eyes when the Platinum backhanded him, busting his lip open. Blood leaked from his mouth and nose as V fell to the floor, but he didn’t stay down long. Landon grabbed his hair and pulled him roughly up to his feet.
“You would do well to learn to hold your tongue, precious,” Landon informed him. “You will do as you’re told, come when I call, and—“ The Platinum looked down V’s body—“please me when I want to be pleased.”
V shuddered in revulsion, and for the first time realized how lucky he was that Orphe had taken him. Looking at Landon, he finally saw how much freedom he actually had as the Blondie’s pet. Orphe was controlling, suffocating, and demanding, but he allowed him to be himself. Orphe didn’t try to change him. Landon wanted to crush him—break him until he was nothing but a twisted and broken doll lying at his feet.
Landon released his hair and grabbed his throat, squeezing. V gasped for air, his lungs burning as he clawed at the Plaintum’s hand. “You are mine now. And I would learn quickly on how to cater to my needs, my precious.”
Landon released him, and V fell on his hands and knees coughing.
“Now undress.”
V stared at the floor. Blood from his mouth pooled on the floor. Slowly, he stood and looked at the Platinum with distain. Under his breath V gave a little huff of laughter as he unbuttoned his tattered, grimy, and blood stained pants—the only article of clothing he had on. They fell in a heap on the floor, and he stepped out of them. He didn’t bother covering his naked body from Landon’s wandering lewd glance.
He tried to distance himself as Landon circled behind him and palmed his ass before cupping his balls, squeezing the tender spheres. V flinched as Landon’s hand grabbed his cock and tried to stroke a response out of him, and was disgusted and sick to his stomach when the unwanted friction gave the Platinum what he wanted.
To think he had fought tooth and nail his whole life not to get his ass raped, only to stand where he was helpless to stop it from happening now. Landon held all the power, and not just because he was an Elite and physically stronger than he was. The fucker had his friends, and with a snap of his fingers he could order his little minions watching to kill them.
V closed his eyes when Landon pressed against his ass, feeling the disgusting hard length of his arousal.
“Good boy,” Landon whispered hotly in his ear. V forced himself to not move as Landon’s hand scraped up his chest and pinched his nipples, and wetly slobbered on his nape, biting, kissing, and painfully sucking on his neck. V grit his teeth and took it. Shoving his need to spin around and deck the fucker in the face.
“Do we really need them here?” V asked, opening his eyes he motioning with his head to Landon’s two men. “Not that I’d reject having an audience.”
Landon unlatched his leechy lips from V’s neck. “Leave,” Landon ordered before going back to molesting him.
V tightly smiled as the two men bowed and silently departed. Without them watching he slowly moved his hands in front of him. He shuddered as Landon moaned and rhythmically gridded his cock against his ass, but, as much as he hated it, V was glad for the distraction. He tilted his head to the side to give the Elite better access as he felt around for the small keyhole in his pet ring. Once he found it, V shoved the straightened spring into the opening and triggered the device’s security alert, only to freeze when an alarm blared from the hand massaging his peck.
“Naughty, naughty, little mongrel,” Landon growled nipping his earlobe before shoving him to the carpeted floor. V stared wide eyed as Landon twisted the jewel on the ring he wore, silencing the alarm.
“I would have thought an intelligent creature like yourself would have figured out why you were the only one to still have a ‘collar’ when I had removed the blonde’s,” Landon said standing over him. “I told you, you are mine. I had decided who you truly belonged to the moment I set my eyes on you, and you wearing the ownership of another Elite was unacceptable.”
His breath escaped him in a painful whoosh as Landon kicked him onto his back, grounding his heel into V’s chest until he thought felt as if he was going to die of suffocation from the pressure.
“And if you still have hope of Orphe—” Landon spat—“saving you, think again. I removed the chip in your hip as well.”
Adrenaline pumping, V struggled wildly to free himself when the Platinum began undressing. V cursed the Elite to hell and back as Landon casually dropped his shirt next to his head, and outright panicked when the Elite unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
The moment he was released from under Landon’s boot, V made a break for the door. He didn’t make it. Knocked sideways V flew in the air and crashed into the table. The table buckled under his weight, and he scrambled on his stomach for the pen that rolled under the chair he had previously been sitting in. His hand closing over it the second Landon flipped him onto his back.
With the pen in hand he slashed it through the air, aiming at the Elite’s neck. V cried out as his wrist was seized and squeezed until the pen dropped from his hand.
“Fuck you!” V shouted, spitting in Landon’s face as the Elite yanked his arms above his head, and held them prisoner with one hand. And continued cursing the Platinum until Landon released him, slapping and backhanding him across the face once, twice, and a third time, sapping his dwindling strength close to zero. His struggles were pathetic, his punches weak and easily deflected. He was helpless to stop Landon from shoving his legs apart and slipping his repugnant body between them.
V gagged as Landon’s lips covered his and thrust his tongue in his mouth. He grabbed handfuls of Landon’s hair and tried to yank him away. He cried out as Landon’s hand moved between their bodies and painfully jerked his cock. Landon broke away from his lips to trail them down his chest and over to his nipple, biting the nub hard. V shoved at the Elite’s shoulders as Landon’s fingers moved from his dick to probe his puckered hole.
V sucked in a breath as Landon’s wiggling digits penetrated him. Orphe’s smiling face flashed in V’s mind and he renewed his struggles, landing a satisfying head-butt to Landon’s face. The Platinum reared up, his lip bleeding. V glared at the Elite.
Landon tongued his torn lip. The smile the Elite gave V shot a chill down his spine. V trembled as Landon kneeled between his legs and slipped his hand into the opening of his fly, taking out his cock, Landon stroked his hardened length.
“Fight me more,” Landon told him before flipping him on his stomach. The Elite yanked his arms behind his back. “I like it when you struggle.”
“No!” V screamed as the Platinum forced his hips up, then sucked in a strangled gasp as Landon pushed into his body. Tears leaked from his eyes and he clenched his jaw as Landon rutted above him. A sob escaped him as Landon covered him, pressing him deeper into the carpet, jarringly slamming his body into his. He barely flinched when Landon’s teeth sank into his shoulder.
Blocking out Landon’s grunts and moans, V stared blankly at the wall and waited for it to be over.
Orphe smiled smugly as Jared stared at them. Accepting the glass of wine from Iason’s Furniture, he saluted the Blondie mockingly before taking a sip. He would enjoy telling V of this little meeting—if the mongrel spoke to him ever again after this morning.
Orphe frowned, his smug satisfaction dimming as he thought of how he had lost control of his temper. The crystal fluke cracked in his hand, drawing Iason’s attention. Orphe ignored his leader’s raised questioning brow and set the weeping glass aside.
Jared’s little prince was lucky he had Iason’s protection. If not for Iason he would have removed the trashy prince’s head from his body. In fact, he probably would have done so regardless of Iason’s wrath if V had not shoved the blond out of the way. He barely had enough time to pull back the force of his strike before his fist struck his mongrel.
The sheer panic he had felt. The terror. The devastating fear he had seriously harmed Violet had eliminated his need to rip the blond to shreds. He could still see Violet’s angry and pain filled eyes glaring up at him. Guilt, an emotion he had never experienced, had filled him. If not for his mongrel’s hissed, “If you think to use this to keep me from going out today, you’re dead wrong” nothing would have quelled the horror of his action. The damage he could have done… He could have killed Violet, and the mongrel knew it too. And yet he had forgiven him just like that.
Orphe trailed his fingers over his lips, remembering the gentle kiss Violet given him on the lips after he had rushed him to the med center. Telling him without words he didn’t blame him for hurting him.
Orphe smiled. He and Violet had come far in their relationship. If he hadn’t already known the depth of his feelings he had for the mongrel, he would have known it the moment he had been ready to murder Jared’s pet. The rage he had felt. The bloodlust. The overwhelming, instinctual need to eradicate anyone that did harm to his mongrel. Was this what Iason was trying to install into him—into all of them?
He thought back at the time he had tried to refuse Iason the right to bring Riki back to Eos, and wondered how the Blondie had resisted his urge to kill him. If anyone had tried to deny him Violet’s charms, Orphe would have snapped their neck. He would gladly kill anyone who thought to take or threatened what was his.
Orphe glanced at the impressive Blondie. Iason was still looking at him, his ever present and irritating smirk on his perfect lips. As if he knew exactly what Orphe was thinking, which he probably did.
Shoving his annoyance to the side Orphe nodded to Iason, silently thanking the Blondie. Orphe’s eyes narrowed when Iason’s smile widened. How annoying. Orphe’s lip curled.
“Master Iason?”
The Furniture’s arrival broke his and Iason’s stare. The servant carried a cheaply wrapped parcel in his arms.
“A gift arrived for you, from Master Riki.”
Orphe and the other Blondies looked on in interest as the Furniture quickly placed the large package in front of Iason. Orphe was pleasantly surprised when Iason opened his gift in front of them. He would have waited until he was alone, not wanting anyone to share what his lover gave him.
“Is that what I think it is?” Jared asked, moving closer.
Orphe leaned in and looked at the black leather vest, hair ties, and pants Iason revealed. “What exactly is so special about it?” Orphe asked.
“That’s Jagoritte leather,” Jared informed him. “Do you know how much a small strip of that leather is worth? Hundreds of thousands. How did your mongrel get so much of it?”
How indeed Orphe wondered.
“Jagoritte?” Marcus said. “Does not Gideon wear this when meeting hostile off-worlders?”
“Yes,” Orphe said. “The hide is thick and nearly impossible to cut through if attacked with a blade. If treated correctly, it can even stop a bullet.”
“And it came from a small shop in Ceres,” Iason said with an amused smile, his eyes on the card that came with the package.
“Ceres?” Marcus sneered in disgust.
“Ceres,” Jared repeated with a calculating smile.
Orphe was tempted to roll his eyes. From what he had learned of Jared’s greedy blond, the two of them were a match made in heaven with their gluttonous need for riches—regardless of the fact that Jared did it for the Syndicate.
“Do you know how much we would gain if we got our hands on their inventory?” Jared said, excitement ringing in his voice. “Millions.”
Mere chump change—as Violet would say—as far as Orphe was concerned.
“Master Iason?” Jared’s enthusiastic chatter was cut short as Iason’s Furniture appeared again.
“Another gift has come for you.”
Orphe was impressed by the small box’s golden wrapping and crimson bow. “At least he put more thought in its presentation than the last one,” he said. But unlike the last gift, Iason did not smile after he opened the present.
“What is it?” A sense of dread fill Orphe as Iason’s eyes ice-blue eyes locked with his. “What is in the box, Iason?” he demanded.
Without a word Iason overturned the box, dumped the contents on the table. Bloody rings and bracelets spilled across the glass surface.
Orphe’s eyes locked on two items on the table. With trembling fingers he picked up a red slicked chip and ring. Marcus was the first to react. The Blondie let out an ear piercing roar. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Marcus pick up the chair he had been sitting on and throw it through the sliding glass doors. He heard Jared’s booming voice shouting in rage and Iason’s icy tones, no doubt calling his mongrel on the phone.
Disbelief. Denial. Unprecedented Fear. Every emotion Orphe never thought to ever feel rushed through him until nothing was left but burning hot rage. Unshakable, murderous, fury. His vision stained everything red as he continued to stare at the items in his hand.
His breaths came out as heavy pants as he looked at Iason. “Kill them,” he growled. They dared take and hurt what was his.
“Kill them all.”
Serum – Chapter 18 ★ ～☆ Serum – Chapter 20
✿Bookshelf ✿ ♥ Book 6 – Chapter Index
Doin' it, and lovin' every minute of it 