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Giacoht leather of his pants The woman who had summoned him lay sprawled in the recliner, eyes closed and ars spread to reveal her wet and glistening pussy The scent of sex filled the room

She had adiven hi her to transcendent pleasure as she served him and his curse would be broken He could resume his life

A brief sliver of guilt stabbed his conscience but he ruthlessly pushed it aith the ease of long practice If he, who had killed in the nae, had been offered an option to continue his life simply because he had died before his tiranted similar cleed to save them from the blast Master Dante had refused to tell him their fate and Giacomo had quickly learned obedience at the end of his lash

The first few times Master Dante had come for him, Giacomo had asked questions—what had happened to Jeffrey’s fa would he be there? Master Dante would answer only that the world of the living was no longer his concern then strike unerringly with his whip for e The session would only end when Giaco hiain recreated as it had been theof his first death, with the addition of a black tattoo on his hand that marked him as an initiate of the Monastery of Mastery

Locked naked in his dark stone cell, Giaco but remember the tortures he had already endured and dread the tortures yet to coain Because of the way Jeffrey had been killed, Giaco flesh burnt with hot irons, or so flayed away Occasionally, his bloodied body would be dunked into a tank of brine or a rag would be stuffed down his throat to keep it open and saltwater poured in until he drowned Beyond the physical pain of those tortures, he feared they indicated he was also paying for the deaths of Jeffrey’s wife and son

When the heavy iron door of his cell swung open, silhouetting Master Dante in the light of the hallway, Giaco his eyes as he cringed into the farthest corner of his cell If he still ate and drank, no doubt he’d have soiled himself in terror

The black figure of justice asked the saly accept the penance for your sin?”

Giacomo had only to refuse and his torment would end But it would be replaced by an eternal tor So each ti, then finallythe words when his terrified throat permitted no sound to escape

When Master Dante said instead, “Your penance is coaped at hiht at first it was a particularly cruel fore his mind and return hi the silver bracelet inscribed with the terms of his sentence around Giacomo’s wrist, he led Giacomo to the main area of theto become Masters

The rules of the monastery dictated that they could not speak of what they’d done to end up there or what price they had paid for their sins, but it was permissible to relate the date of their death and news of the world The other er for a source of new infor him what he needed to survive Master Dante’s more advanced lessons

Noticing that he was absenter, he snatched his hand away, clasping his wrists behind his back Feet spread, he lifted his head and puffed out his chest in Dominance Position 4

“As I said, I aive me your name”

The woman blinked sex-sated brown eyes and blushed “Oh God, you never even knew my name It’s Sam Samantha, I mean Samantha Taylor”

He nodded “Sam You are—”

A high-pitched, piercing h the roolanced about, trying to find where the noise was co blue plastic device little larger than achirping Her eyes widened