The Test
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Chapter 13 – The Test
The ballroom was full again.
But this time, Alesia wasn’t a guest.
She was the centerpiece.
She stood at the center of the room in a blood-red dress—tight, sheer, barely concealing anything. No bra. No panties. Only Nico’s collar on her throat and the short chain in his hand.
Men watched.
Ruthless, violent men—mafia bosses, arms dealers, monsters in tailored suits.
“She’s mine,” Nico said coldly, his arm draped around her waist. “And tonight, I prove it.”
Her heart pounded like thunder in her chest. Her legs trembled. She couldn’t speak. Not when his hand slid lower, cupping her through the fabric.
In front of everyone.
Her cheeks burned with shame.
He leaned in and whispered, “If you don’t obey, I’ll make you scream for me right here.”
She didn’t move.
Didn’t resist.
Because part of her wanted them to see.
Nico turned her to face the room, letting his hand travel under the slit of her dress, between her thighs. Her breath hitched.
“You’ll stand here, silent, while I show them what true possession looks like.”
The men watched with hungry eyes. But no one dared touch. No one dared speak.
Because she didn’t belong to them.
She belonged to him.
Afterward, he led her away—down the hallway, into a shadowed room, away from the crowd. And there, with the chain still in his hand, he bent her over the table and took her with brutal need.
No mercy.
No pause.
Just raw, violent desire.
“You didn’t run,” he said between growls. “You let them see. You let them know you’re mine.”
She moaned his name, body shattering beneath his grip.
And when he finished, she collapsed against the table, shaking, owned.
He kissed her temple like a twisted reward.
“You passed the test,” he whispered. “Now I’ll never let you go.”
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