Chapter 96

NINETY-SIX

SIX WEEKS LATER

AMETHYST

Dr. Forster is dead. Drowned by the same ice bath he used for my mind conditioning.

I pull him out by his hair and glare into his lifeless gray eyes. Eyes that bored into mine during countless painful experiments. Eyes that haunted my recent nightmares. His skin is burned from the scalding hot bath that still simmers from the adjacent tub. In the end, he was too weak to withstand his own torture.

Mom was only one of his many victims. The doctor had a list of complaints against him longer than his forearm. His specialty was violating vulnerable women and reinventing himself in a new town when the complaints grew too loud. Now, he has nowhere to run.

Before he died, he admitted to torturing me for revenge. Somehow, in my addled state, I had admitted to killing Heath. The stupid bastard believed the words of a grief-stricken child who had been tortured to the brink of insanity.

I spare one last glance at the doctor’s lifeless form before turning away. He was part of a past that felt more like a distant dream. The abuser I’m about to face is more recent.

I step out of the interrogation room Xero’s maintenance people set up to mirror an asylum and into a darkened hallway. My footsteps mingle with the thud of flesh hitting flesh.

My skin tightens as I approach the door at the end of the hallway, but I push back a surge of dread. It’s been six weeks since Delta and Dolly abducted us, and I’m ready for my revenge.

I step into the room, pausing at the entrance to catch my breath.

Xero stands over Delta, shirtless, revealing the hard lines of his chest. The dim light casts shadows across his sculpted muscles, highlighting every sinew. His face is a mask of sadistic pleasure, pale eyes gleaming with cruel intent. For a moment, all I can see is the raw masculinity of his form.

He’s sliding needles under Delta’s fingernails, making him flinch. The older man sits bound and naked in a chair, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

Six weeks of intermittent starvation has reduced Delta’s presence from menacing to meek. His once-powerful shoulders are now hunched, his skin sickly. His eyes, though sunken and framed by dark circles, still hold a defiant glint.

Despite his weakened state, he struggles against his restraints, the muscles in his neck and arms taut against the leather straps.

Delta’s gaze shifts to me, and I stiffen. For a second, I’m stuck in that white tent, pinned beneath his powerful body. My heart skitters across my chest, but I refuse to let him see my fear.

Xero draws back, capturing my attention, and the tightness in my chest loosens. I’m no longer powerless. I’m safe here with the man I love. And in a minute, Delta will regret having stuck his penis where it didn’t belong.

“See how she looks at me?” Xero asks, his words low with menace. “She’s mine.”

Delta’s eyes harden. “Don’t forget, she was mine first.”

Xero flashes his teeth. “How fitting for you to take pride in claiming ownership of an innocent child.”

Delta’s dry chuckle sets my teeth on edge. “Every time she sees you, she’ll be looking at me.”

“You’re wrong.” I storm into the cell, closing the distance between us, every nerve ending crackling with fury. “All a man like you can ever do is take. You’re not good for anything but inspiring disgust.”

The older man’s features twist in a rictus of fury. He pulls at his bindings, his face reddening with futile exertion, but the straps are taut against his chafed skin.

Xero grins, baring his teeth in a wolfish smile. “When you were busy trying to break my little Amethyst, she was hallucinating a version of me to buffer herself from you.”

Delta flashes his gums. “You can’t erase the past, Xero. I will forever haunt your little ghost.”

The use of my nickname ignites a surge of fury that has me charging across the room. Xero punches his father so hard, his chair falls backward with a sharp crack. The impact has Delta wincing and groaning.

My pulse quickens, and a dark thrill settles in my core. I step even closer to Xero, soaking in the intoxicating rush of his dominance. The room seems to shrink around us, the air thick with tension and the scent of fear.

“I taught you better than to lash out,” Delta snarls from the floor, his nose streaming with blood. “This anger is a sign of weakness.”

Xero laughs, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Yet you’re the one groveling at our feet.”

“Because I still hold power over you,” Delta rasps.

The words hang in the air, heavy and charged with danger. My gaze darts to Xero. Six weeks aren’t long enough to erase years of trauma and abuse.

Instead of recoiling, he scoffs and pulls me into his arms. His touch is electric, charged with a dark energy that leaves me breathless.

I gaze up into his eyes, exchanging unspoken words, the silence between us broken only by the sound of Delta’s harsh breaths.

“Want to show this soon-to-be-dead bastard who’s in control?” Xero asks.

I glance at the older man staring at us, his gaunt face twisted in a mask of hatred. “I’d love nothing more.”

Eyes darkening with a predatory gleam, Xero pulls me into a rough, passionate kiss, his hands roaming possessively over my body, demanding my surrender with every touch.

“Wait here,” he says, unchains Delta, then punches him hard in the stomach.

With a groan, Delta doubles over, and Xero arranges him on the floor. A smirk pulls at my lips as Xero spreads his father’s arms and legs wide, attaching the shackles on each limb to brackets drilled into the concrete.

Then, Xero eases me down so we’re kneeling beside Delta, who stares up at us, his eyes burning with resentment. It’s the most emotion I’ve noticed on the bastard’s face.

Maybe he sees his son with his wife. Maybe this is the first time he’s seen a woman in the throes of pleasure. Either way, I don’t give a shit. Delta is about to discover that the power he once wielded over us was nothing more than a delusion.

“Take off your dress,” Xero growls into the kiss, his voice a rough whisper.

Shivers skitter down my spine as I comply, pulling the fabric over my head and tossing it to the floor.

“Those cuts you made into her skin healed nicely,” Xero says. “Soon, all traces of you will be gone.”

“She’ll always remember me,” Delta snarls.

I turn to him and snort. “You barely registered the first time, but I’ll make sure to remember you now.”

Pulling away from Xero, I crawl to the side, pinning Delta’s shoulders with my knees. The old man glares up at me, his lips twisting with defiance.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice going hoarse.

Xero positions himself at my back, moving me forward so my crotch is directly over Delta’s face. He reaches down, pushes my panties to the side, and exposes my pussy.

“Look at her,” Xero commands, his breath hot against my neck. His fingers circle my swollen clit, making me moan. “Watch closely. See how Amethyst responds to my touch because she’s mine.”

The muscles of my pussy spasm. We discussed this before. Having Xero make me come in front of Delta is exactly what I need to erase the haunting memories of my rapist.

Delta’s eyes widen, his breath quickening. “This is how you prove yourself, Xero? Using her to show your power?”

Xero laughs. “Before you die, you should witness a woman’s pleasure at least once.”

The older man stiffens, making me smirk. It’s a bluff. We need to keep Delta alive long enough to extract information about his other operations, and he also needs to witness the downfall of the Moirai.

Charlotte gave us several leads on the organ trafficking operation, which is proving to be a complex web of corruption and deceit. Unraveling Delta’s empire will take months, but we plan to use that time to prolong his torment.

Xero parts my wet folds with his fingers. “See that arousal? It’s all for me.”

I groan, my nipples pebbling against my lace bra cups. Rolling my hips, I writhe against his touch, eager for more.

Delta’s tongue darts across his cracked lips. I gaze into his blood-shot eyes, no longer seeing the headmaster of Three Fates or the suave psychopath who held me captive.

“Xero,” I rasp. “Stop teasing and give me your cock.”

The older man’s eyes widen, and I hide a smirk. Something tells me he never once made a woman beg. Beg for mercy, perhaps. Beg him to stop, but never beg for his attention.

Xero continues teasing my clit, not giving me an inch of satisfaction until I’m dripping. Arousal slides down my inner thighs and a drop falls onto Delta’s upper lip. Eyes flickering with surprise, he licks it off.

“How do I taste?” I ask with a grin.

Gaze never leaving mine, his stoic mask fades long enough to reveal a tangle of emotions—fury, resentment, disgust. Beneath it all is a flicker of excitement.

By the time Xero positions his cock at my entrance, I’m quivering with anticipation and already teetering on the brink of release. His presence behind me is intoxicating.

He pushes into my pussy with agonizing slowness, stretching me inch by delicious inch. My clit now feels like twice its usual size, throbbing to the frantic beat of my heart.

Delta’s eyes are fixed on the spectacle, his gaze unblinking. He swallows hard, the tendons in his neck taut with suppressed emotion. The old bastard’s features are a mask of humiliation and rage, which has me laughing under my breath.

He watches, transfixed, and squirms in his restraints, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Xero draws back, making me moan. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “See how he can’t keep his eyes off you, little ghost? That’s because he could never touch someone so unique.”

“Bullshit,” Delta snarls. “The whole reason you’re fucking her in front of me is proof that I got under her skin.”

“Don’t talk like you did something special when you’re a rapist,” I snap.

Delta flinches, his lips tightening.

“He doesn’t understand real power.” Xero drives into me with a thrust that steals my breath. His fingers tighten around my hip, making me cry out. “He doesn’t understand what it’s like to be chosen. Or how it feels to be wanted.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

“You were never his,” Xero adds. “Every look, every touch belongs to me. In a moment, the last thing you’ll remember of Delta is an emasculated husk.”

“She’s your stepmother’s identical twin,” the old man rasps.

“So, what? I killed the last one.”

I shouldn’t laugh, but I can’t help my reaction to Xero’s words combined with the sight of Delta laid out beneath us, his dark beard splattered by my juices.

Delta’s lips tremble with fury, but he holds his tongue.

Xero pounds hard, his cock driving me to new heights of pleasure.

“My father can’t keep his eyes off you,” he says. “Because you’re so beautiful when you take inches away from his face. I love making you come undone,” he says.

My core spasms around his girth, the pleasure intensifying. “More, Xero. Please, don’t stop.”

“Father, you don’t know what you’re missing. She’s so hot, so wet, so tight,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear.

I jerk backward, increasing the friction, my nerves singing. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he continues to give me pleasure.

“Tell us how much you love my cock.”

“I love it, Xero,” I moan, my voice trembling with need. “It’s the only one that satisfies me. I need it. I need you.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well. Come for me. Show Daddy dearest how a good girl gets her pleasure.”

His words push me closer to the edge. Pressure builds in my core, and every nerve ending thrums. My body tenses, then a climax crashes over me in waves. I cry out, the sound echoing off the dungeon walls. The intensity of the moment is magnified by Delta’s helpless presence and bitter, burning gaze, driving me to heights I’ve never known.

Xero tightens his grip on my hip, his movements quickening as he rides out my climax. “That’s it, little ghost. Let it all go.”

My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. Beneath me, Delta grunts and thrashes.

As I come down from my climax, Xero pulls out and helps me off Delta’s shoulders. I sit on my heels, gasping and panting through the aftershocks.

Xero straddles his father, his lips twisting with a cruel smile playing on his lips. I lean forward, reveling in the pain in Delta’s eyes.

Positioning himself over Delta, Xero grabs Delta’s hair, holding him in place. “Look at me, Father.”

Delta’s nostrils flare. “Don’t think a display like that could ever break my spirit.”

Xero’s chest rumbles with a low growl. With his free hand, he strokes his length, his eyes never leaving his father’s. The tension mounts before he comes with a roar, shooting spurts and spurts of cum over Delta’s face.

The older man’s features harden with rage, his lips tightening.

“This is a low blow, even for you,” he spits, his voice trembling with fury. “This is how you treat your father? I must have damaged you more than I thought.”

Xero sits back with a satisfied smirk. “You have no idea. This is just the beginning.”

As Xero rises, Delta’s Adam’s apple bobs, betraying a glimpse of dread. I pick up a knife from the floor and scoop up the trails of cum toward his lips. “Feeding time.”

The hatred in his eyes gives me a surge of empowerment that goes straight to my core. Delta finally understands he’s about to lose everything, including his dignity.

“Waste this lovely cum and I’ll slice off your left testicle,” I snarl.

Delta tenses, his brow breaking out in a sweat. He glances at a spot over my shoulder and grimaces. He’s sorely mistaken if he thinks Xero will show him mercy.

A large hand lands on my shoulder. “Let me show you how to tie a testicle tourniquet.”

“Xero,” he rasps.

Something stringy lands on my lap. I pick it up and wrap it around Delta’s testicle, my gaze never leaving his.

Delta whimpers, a barely audible sound that makes my nerves thrum with satisfaction. He licks Xero’s release off his lips, a broken man, willing to debase himself for mercy.

“There. I’m doing it,” he rasps.

“Too late.” I tighten the tourniquet, pick up the knife, and position its blade against the base of his left testicle.

Delta breathes hard, his chest rising and falling like bellows.

“Tell me, Father,” Xero drawls, “how does it feel to finally taste defeat?”

He screams, the sound ringing through my ears.

The power is mine now, and I revel in it.