8. The Protector
Chapter eight
The Protector
Sammy
T he drugs pumping through my veins cause my head to spin and loll to the side, as images play out in front of me, so realistically that I’m almost convinced if I reach out, I’ll be able to touch her. “Nightstar,” I croak, my voice raspy and nearly gone. My fingers tremble as I raise them to trace the image in front of my eyes. I’m no longer restrained, my body and mind far too broken to be of any real threat to Noah and his cronies. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been a starved captive in this hell, but to me, it feels like a fucking eternity. An eternity of knowing that I’ve been abandoned by the one person I love the most.
“Sammy, teach me how to dance!” Dinah’s smiling, radiant face stares down at me, her gray-blue eyes sparkling with delight at the device we found at the underground swap meet. It’s just a little metal rectangle, a little larger than my hand, but it’s filled with music from a world long gone. Dinah’s excitement when she found it made me groan, and I had to pay far more than the little thing was worth so she could have it. Now we are out a couch, and most of our preserved jams. “I don’t know how, Nightstar, no one ever taught me.”
She laces her fingers through mine, and yanks me up from the chair I was resting on. She’s always filled with so much energy, and although I find it charming, I also find it exhausting. I haven’t been sleeping well, preferring to stay awake and watch her peacefully rest, knowing that our time together is limited, and soon her powerful brother will send for her to marry that cunt Ezekiel Rothesay. Once again, the image of me slicing his chest wide open and ripping out his beating heart tempts me, and unbeknownst to why I’m smirking, Dinah grins back at me. “We’ll learn together then!” She smiles and forces me to wrap my arms around her waist, and we twirl around the living room, her long flowery dress dragging across the floor, uncoordinated, and laughing to the heavy-based music. “People enjoyed this shit?” I groan playfully, as she uses my arm to swing herself back and forth into my body, and giggles like a small child. “Come on, old man, lift your feet and move to the beat!”
We dance for what, to my aching feet, feels like hours, until the little device runs out of energy and stops playing, and Dinah begins to pout like an adorable cherub. Most of the music was bearable, but a few songs made no sense at all. It makes me wonder about the world we left behind, and whether it was any more sane than the one we are living in. “What now, Nightstar?” She jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist and forcing me to have to grab her ass, or let her fall. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Her warm lips trail along my jaw, nipping and licking a path to my ear, where she nibbles on the lobe. “Now we make our own music,” she murmurs huskily into my ear, and a shiver races down my spine, as my fingers dig into the round globes of her firm asscheeks. “Make me sing, Sammy.”
I reverse our position and slam her into the nearest wall, so I can free my hands and rip her dress over her head, and she gasps with the impact. My eyes trail with heat down her chest to the tattooed cross between her lush breasts, I love that she never bothers to wear a bra, and all her creamy skin is painted with my artwork. I kiss the tattoo of an old-fashioned pocket watch on her shoulder, which she demanded I draw mere weeks ago, before returning my lips to the cross between her breasts. Her rose-tipped nipples beckon to me, and I lean my head forward and latch my lips around one, lashing it with my tongue, and using my teeth to make her moan as I pull on the delicate tip. “Like this, Nightstar?” I grin into her soft flesh as her dark, wavy hair cascades around us with her restless movements. “Fuck, Sammy, more. Make it sting,” she mewls, as her head tips back against the plasterboard.
I rub my rough, whiskered chin across her sensitive flesh, knowing full well how she loves the sensation, and the redness it leaves afterward, and goosebumps emerge in my wake. My hand rises to grasp her neck, my fingers circling the delicate instrument and squeezing, causing her to gasp with the sudden withdrawal of air to her lungs. “You’re so beautiful, Nightstar. A man like me, who is tainted by death and destruction, doesn’t deserve to touch something so precious.” Her lips part, and I take advantage to slam mine onto hers, my tongue slipping inside and stealing what was left of her oxygen. I pull back and stare at the most precious thing in my life, the one for which I am willing to defy the Order. My fingers tighten further as her core rubs frantically against my hardening cock, trying to get herself off. “You want to cum, my little slut?” The term amuses me, knowing that she’s so far from it, only ever having belonged to me, but I know it arouses her. My little Nightstar loves to play my whore, and hear me degrade her, while I take all she has to give and more.
She nods her head, a flush rising across her high cheekbones, and her eyelids closing to half-mast, hiding their beautiful color from me. Her thick eyelashes flutter with the need to breathe, but also with her arousal rolling her under waves of hedonistic sensations. My hand slides up the side of her body, leaving shivers in my wake. I cradle and squeeze her breast, before twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her body bows with the hit of pain, and it just brings me further delight. Dinah has always been so responsive to my touch, and I love knowing I’m the only one who’s ever been inside of her. I release my hold on her neck, sliding my hand down the middle of her chest, and underneath the waistband of the black cotton panties she’s wearing. My fingers make contact with the smooth, warm flesh of her pussy, as they become coated in her cum. “So wet for me already, what a naughty girl,” I groan, as I rub my middle finger through her slit, and thrust inside of her tight hole. “Fuck, Sammy! More... please... fill me up!” She thrashes, trying to impale herself deeper on my digit. I slip a second and third finger inside of her, stretching her and twisting my hand, so my palm rubs against her needy clit, and her wetness coats my fingers and hand. My pretty little whore is soaked for me.
My cock is rock hard and straining against my pants, the need to fill her up and slide her along my length overriding all my other emotions. “Unzip me and pull out my cock, Nightstar, I need to be inside of you now.” Her slim fingers fumble with my button and my zipper, as I angle my body away from hers and give her room to work, but keep finger-banging her hard. The sound of her wetness, as I thrust in and out of her warm heat, is a musical symphony to my ears, and so much better than that shit we were listening to. Finally, her warm fingers wrap around my thick, weeping length, and she strokes me from root to tip, just the way I’ve taught her. My legs nearly give out with the sensation, and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. I yank my fingers out from inside her, grabbing onto the crotch of the panties while my hips support her, and I tear a massive hole through the fabric until her glistening pussy meets my gaze. She doesn’t wait for me to give her a command, using her tight grip on my cock to position me at her entrance, and in the next breath, I slam inside of her tight warmth. “Fuck, Nightstar, so tight, look at how you grip me,” I groan. Dinah laces her hands around my neck, and uses her strength to lift her body up and down, riding my cock to perfection. One of my hands grips underneath her ass, leaving imprints of my digits on her fair skin, while the other hand rises once again to close around her throat.
“Who owns you? Who do you belong to, Nightstar?” My breath is departing me in harsh pants, as I lose control of myself and thrust harder inside of her, as she bears down on my cock, little mewling sounds escaping her lips that I am not even sure she’s aware she’s making. Every nerve ending is on fire, and my skin feels like it’s lit by scorching flames, as my orgasm begins to increase along my spine. It’s a live current racing through me like a shockwave, sizzling and destructive, and threatening to take my sanity. It’s both enjoyable and painful at the same time, the desire to consume all of her, to brand her as mine, coat her insides with my cum, and paint her skin with my name, so that she never forgets where her home is. I need more, though. I need to hear her scream as she comes undone on my cock. “Y... o... u,” she moans, her voice a husky whisper, to the sound of our skin slapping against each other. “That’s right, baby. Don’t you ever forget it. This pussy is mine, I had it first, and I will always be its owner.”
My fingers tighten harshly around her throat, my short nails digging into her flesh, and the hit of pain is all that she needs to detonate, and strangle my cock. She grips me like a vice, her legs tightening around my waist and forcing me deeper inside of her. Her fingers tangle into my loosened hair, pulling on the thick, wavy, dirty-blond strands, and causing me a spark of pain that only pushes me to thrust into her harder. Jesus fuck, I am so gone for this woman. Lust-filled gray-blue eyes meet mine, her pupils blown, as if she was high on our fucking. “FUCK! Oh... my... fuck,” she screams as she explodes around my cock, drenching both of us in her release, and I follow her into oblivion, filling her pussy with thick ropes of my cum, as I lean my forehead against hers. I will never get over how amazing being with Dinah is. Every time is somehow better than the last. I can’t even fathom being parted from her, even though I know eventually our time will run out, and that cruel bitch, fate, will intervene and rob us of our happiness.
Once we both can catch our breath, I release my hold, and her legs slide off my waist as she stumbles to her feet, and I have to grip her elbow to keep her upright. My girl’s a little sex drunk, and it’s fucking adorable. Her beautiful chest is coated in a sheen of perspiration, and flushed with our lovemaking, and I can already see the bruises forming around her neck in the imprint of my fingers. I lean down and take a closer look, my stomach tightening when I glimpse the crescent marks already filling with blood from my nails. My fingers trace the indentations and come away crimson. “Shit, baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to bloody you.” She gets an irate look across her stunning features as she swats my hand away. “Stop, I wish you had left marks all over my body. I will proudly wear them to show I’m yours. I love you, Sammy, I always will.”
“Rise and shine, asshole!” A hard whack against my head causes me to startle out of my daydream about Dinah, and I glare at the nasty asshole staring down at me. His ugly mug reminds me that I’m not back in that safe cocoon, where I believed all of her words. She claimed to love me and said she always would, but where is she now? She hasn’t come to rescue me. She discarded me the minute she had no use for me, like an old, dirty fucking shoe, and left me here to rot in hell. As much as I love Dinah Camrose, I hate her now with the same intensity.
“Do you see how happy she is, asshole? Look at how she smiles at them. Look at how at peace she looks. She’s not looking for you. She doesn’t even remember you anymore. She abandoned you. You were nothing to her.”
“Look at how she allows both of them to take turns on her body, using her like the whore that she is. She’s not sitting around crying for you, Samuel. You were never a concern once you were taken. She forgave my son immediately. In fact, I’ve heard from a credible source that she’s actively trying to have a baby with them. I’ll bet she never wanted to bring your lowly spawn into the earth. You were nothing but a way to pass the time. She never had any intentions of staying with you, of making herself yours. You had nothing to offer, a worthless guard with a princess of the Order. You were delusional to think any of that was real.”
“Look at her, Sammy, she’s pregnant with Ezekiel’s child. She’s going to be the mother of my grandchild. She was so happy to hear she was with child. She’s no longer working with the rebels. The three of them are back living together, preparing to bring the next generation of Rothesays into this world. You were a useless piece of shit, so easily left to die. She knows I still have you. They sent a message, telling me to do what I want with you.”
The various memories assault me all at once, making my mind shriek, and a piercing pain rolls through me. I can barely breathe with how fast, and how brutally, they are all hitting me. If I could be face to face with her for a mere moment now, knowing how she really feels about me, I would slit her beautiful throat, watch as all her lifeblood leached out of her, and follow her into hell. That’s the sick thing, I hate her, but I don’t want either of us to live without each other. She doesn’t get to go on and have a future, when she’s destroyed mine. She fucking belongs to me, and she’s forgotten that, but I haven’t.
“Go choke on a dirty cock,” I groan as my broken fingers attempt to rub the sting from my scalp, only to cause myself more pain. “No can do, asshole. Noah says you have to get up and take some of these meds. He wants you to survive, even though I think that’s a waste of resources.” He throws a package of drugs at me, and through my bleary eyes, I can see they say ‘antibiotic’, who knows if that’s true or not, or if they are just playing games with me. Either way, I don’t give much of a shit what happens to me next. Suffering today or tomorrow won’t change my eventual fate, and that is to die at the hands of the Brotherhood that I betrayed for love. “Why? Why keep me... alive,” I mumble through my dry lips. A water bottle lands on my chest with a whoosh, and has me gasping at the pain in my ribs.
“He says your precious whore has been spotted again, and that if you cooperate, he may even give you the opportunity to slit her psychotic throat.” Dinah. They know where she is, and they’re willing to allow me to get my retribution for her abandonment. I know I’m being manipulated into doing their dirty work. I’m not naive enough to believe that they will spare me after they get what they want, but I no longer care. I grab the water bottle in my trembling grip, open it, and force myself to sit up, even though my head spins in the process. I rip open the package of pills, and swallow a huge gulp of water as I down two of them, and water dribbles down my whiskered chin. The fucker walks away towards the door, as if he doesn’t care one way or another, and I guess he really doesn’t. I’m not a threat to him, not really. All my sights are now focused on one thing alone. Noah’s right, and it pains me to even acknowledge that truth, ’cause I hate the son of a bitch. I would love the opportunity to see Dinah again, and when I do, I’ll slit her throat and coat myself in her blood, as retribution for abandoning me, but not before I end her two lovers’ lives too. “Hey, asshole, I’m going to need some food, so I can build up my strength, if he wants me to kill her,” I shout at his retreating back, and he gives me the finger over his shoulder, slamming the door on the way out of the room, the lock instantly engaging loud to my captive ears.
Nightstar, I’m coming for you, baby, and together we are going to the devil’s lair.