27. Amorette #3
“I have my sister who I love more than life itself. I just wanted to see her again.” My eyelids fluttered shut as he let go of my hair to graze the edge of my jaw. Such tenderness from hands that could cause so much pain.
“Your old life—that’s gone. You won’t ever return. But if we trust you, if you’re with us and not against us, you could see your sister again.” He dangled that cruel carrot in front of me. I wanted to reach out and snatch it to my breast, needing the hope he was giving me, but I couldn’t.
“How am I supposed to show you that?” Our words were barely audible, just loud enough for our ears alone.
“When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” He dipped his head.
Except, even if they trusted me, I didn’t trust them. I would never bring Grace into this world and put her at risk. If these men decided to let me visit her, someone else might figure out who she is to me. Then use her against me. I couldn’t risk it.
His lips brushed the edge of my mouth, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I just want to live.” The truth ripped from my tongue without my consent. In that heady moment, where I was drunk on his closeness, the promise of his touch, I had to admit to myself that it was true.
I’d moved past the overwhelming shame of leaving the women behind in that place.
I would save them if I could, and if the opportunity arose, I would do what I could to shut it down.
But until I knew what that was, I would thrive in the only way I could.
I hoped that one day, I’d be able to remember who I used to be.
“You are living, Amorette. Your life has just changed. Taken a new course. That happens in your world, doesn’t it?”
I nodded, softening my lips as he brushed his over mine.
“Just don’t forget, anyone you ask to help you escape, you’re signing their death. The sooner you accept that, the easier you’ll settle here. Everyone is a pawn, and by endangering others, you make them your pawns too.”
“I’m done. I won’t run. I’m done trying to escape,” I put as much conviction in my admission as possible.
Grey snaked his hands around my waist, gripping the band of the skirt to push me against his chest. He didn’t say anything else as he slammed his mouth against mine, his tongue sliding past my lips when I gasped.
“I’ve thought about this for days,” he said, unzipping the skirt and pushing it down, cupping the inside of my thighs to pick me up.
The rough edges of the tape scratched against my skin.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he moved us until cool glass pressed against my back.
Oh hell, this was a bad idea. The glass was definitely going to crack. Although I couldn’t bring myself to care as he used one hand to rip the buttons on the blouse and slide it down my arms, trapping them behind my back.
“Are you wet, Wicked Love?” he cooed against my neck as that free hand of his traced the seam of my pussy. “You are,” he hummed. “Good. The first time was for you. This time is for me.”
I yelped as he bit the curve of my breast and tugged my panties to the side. There was no warning when the thick head of his throbbing cock breached my walls.
He paused then grunted as he thrust the rest of the way in.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I shook my arms out of the shirt, then cupped the back of his neck. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder. A light sheen of sweat coated his body as he paused. Then he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. I whimpered from the stretch and small bite of pain.
It had been so long since I’d been with a man. And it had never felt this intense. This mind-consuming.
His fingers bit into my ass as he started setting a brutal rhythm. I bounced against his chest as he angled my hips to stroke my clit with each thrust. Almost immediately, the pressure of the oncoming orgasm started building in my core.
In an embarrassingly short time, I came apart on his cock, pulsing and grinding as much as I could while pressed against the mirror.
“Fuck, fuck.” Grey let out a string of Spanish as he dropped us to the floor, holding my legs in the crook of his arms while he powered against me.
I almost covered my eyes to hide the way his face twisted up from the pleasure, but I didn’t. Instead, I got a front-row seat to the tortured expression on his face as raw sounds spilled from his lips.
His brows scrunched together as his top lip curled and the skin around his eyes crinkled. He was savage in his beauty and wild in his lust.
I was mesmerized.
He quickened his pace and before I knew what was happening, a second, softer orgasm rolled over me. But I kept my eyes open. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
Grey’s sounds became sharp, abrasive grunts and groans, and he dropped his head back with one final long, loud exhale. His chest and abs flexed as he nudged against me two more times, his fingers digging into my thighs where he still held me suspended over his lap.
What had I just seen? None of my lovers had ever looked like that when we’d made love. Was this why? Because this was uninhibited fucking?
Releasing my legs, he dropped down on top of me, still pulsing inside as he pressed open-mouth kisses to the long column of my throat.
Fuck, that felt too good.
I couldn’t even justify to myself why I needed to touch him, but as soon as he was within reaching distance, my palms slid over the taut, slick muscles. There was so much strength inside this body. So much pent-up violence, and yet I felt safe under him.
Just knowing what he was capable of, seeing how he unleashed his desires with me, had my pussy throbbing and stoking my own libido.
This was sick. I shouldn’t be turned on by this, right?
The cool air eventually penetrated the heat of our coupling. Chills erupted over my arms and my nipples pebbled as he sat up, slipping from my core. It was when hot liquid leaked down the inside of my thigh and crack of my ass that bitter logic laughed in my face.
What did we just do?
And why wasn’t he concerned? No, if anything, he was enthralled with rubbing his fingers through his cum, scooping up the liquid and pushing it back inside.
“We didn’t use a condom.”
“Why would we? We’re tested regularly, and you would have been tested as soon as you were taken.” He pushed two fingers inside, massaging that sensitive spot. My eyes threatened to roll back in my head.
I squirmed, focusing on his face instead of what he was doing to me. I was almost afraid to ask the next question. “Birth control?”
That wasn’t really an issue. I’d had an IUD for most of my adult life, and I wasn’t due for a new one for two more years. Still, he shouldn’t know that. Not unless they hacked my medical records too.
“Now that’s not an issue either, is it, Amorette?” One side of his mouth lifted. “If they found no evidence of birth control, they would have given you the shot. Either way, I know you’re protected.
Protected.
Such a funny word. And one that drove home how much I had been violated at that warehouse and I hadn’t even known it. Had someone shoved their fingers up my vagina when I was drugged and found the string?
I would take apart that place, piece by piece. Maybe not soon, or even in the next year, but I’d find a way to stop their abuse of women. And get a little revenge along the way.
I might as well, right? I’d already crossed one line into the dark side.
What was one more?
“Now, let’s talk about where you’re staying.” He grinned.