Chapter 202

King POV

I shove the severed appendage straight down his throat.

He gags violently, but I only push it deeper, burying it past his teeth.

“Choke on the pathetic bloodline you built.”

He does just that—gargling, sputtering, choking around it—his one good eye bulging, tears spilling down his cheeks in thick streaks.

My dick twitches at the pain on his face.

Fucking beautiful.

War steps closer, arms crossed, his eyes full of the hatred we both share for the sick bastard in front of us.

But he remains silent.

When Silas’s face starts turning purple, I leisurely remove the cock and set it back on the desk.

He coughs hard, gasping, blood and spit flying.

When he catches his breath, he smirks.

Broken. Cocky. Deluded.

“You know, King Sterling,” he rasps, “you and I aren’t so different.”

I tilt my head, debating whether to crush his windpipe now or save it for the finale.

“Your mother told me all