Samael entered the dining hall with a smug, self-satisfied grin, savoring the prospect of rubbing his victory in his brother's face and humiliating him. Capturing Tay's concubines had been effortless; a few charming words, a subtle hint of rebellion, and they’d melted in his grasp, eager for the attention of a real prince.
Once in private, he’d made sure they understood their place, f*****g each one of them with an almost punishing ferocity, delighting in their cries, both of pain and pleasure. Now, they were huddled somewhere in a guest chamber, too spent and shaken to even attempt to leave.
But as he made his way back into the hall, still carrying the scent of s*x, ready to humiliate his brother, Samael was immediately struck by the silence. Every eye in the room was trained on him w
