Chapter 25
E verly
The red bricks of the warehouse had soft edges, and I glided my fingertips over them, exhaling with happiness at being home. Connor’s sedative had wrapped everything in cotton wool. My brain, my limbs, my emotions. In the car, my muscles had cramped, an apparent side effect, but it eased, and my eyes longed to sink closed.
The door for the lift pinged. I hadn’t even noticed us reaching it.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Connor whispered in my ear.
He tried to guide me into the lift, but I stalled.
Music competed from the two sides of the building, merging into something new. People milled around us, women in tight clothes or black skeleton t-shirts, depending on where they worked. Upstairs, the ladies would happily walk around naked.
I could never do that.
Even after the display Connor had arranged for me with Tabitha and her two men.
“Two dicks,” I said on a breath.
Connor laughed. “Ye sound high. That drug is only meant to relax ye, which makes me think you’d be a fuck load more adventurous if ye didn’t have cause to worry all the time.”
The lift started to move. When did we go inside?
Connor sank to his knees in front of me.
He slid his hands into my leggings and pulled them down, ridding me of them plus my shoes and socks. Luckily, the long t-shirt he’d lent me covered my ass or any cameras in here would get an eyeful.
Desire tightened my insides. A bloom of heat that was all the more potent for everything else being muted.
“Can we go to the brothel?” I asked.
“I’m covered in blood. I can get away with it downstairs in the staff areas. Naw where members of the public might see.” Connor drove his thumbs up my thighs, taking the shirt’s hem with him. He kissed my underwear, right over my clit. “But on Friday night when the game is running, we can play there. Whatever ye want to do is good with me.”
I touched his hair. My fingers came away red.
“Why is that a turn-on?” I slurred.
“Because it proves I’m capable of doing whatever it takes to protect ye.”
He snapped the line of my underwear, exposing me for his tongue.
My brain dizzied, and I slumped against the wall. The drug was stealing my muscle tone, and my ability to participate was over. Mild panic set in, but almost instantly, it left.
I trusted him. He’d make this wonderful. He’d play with my body, and I’d be awake through it all, feeling every last touch.
“Almost home, baby.”
The lift dinged again, and Connor picked me up and carried me out. I gazed down his spine, admiring his tattoos from a new angle. Somehow, a splatter of blood decorated his side, and I managed a soft laugh.
He was so right. He could handle anything. If Piers or some other terrible person wanted to hurt me, Connor would step in their way. He wouldn’t hesitate.
Another bolt of pleasure rolled through me. I forced my eyes open and found myself on the floor of the apartment again, right beside the arched window, with a pillow propping me up and Connor’s dark head between my legs. I was naked, and in his big hands, my thighs were wide open. He licked me then sucked my clit. Deep need spread.
“Can ye feel that?” he asked.
I tried and failed to form a word, moaning instead, because yes, I felt it all. His hot tongue sliding into me and his stubble against my skin. Connor toyed with my pussy, stroking me with his mouth and winding me up until I was hot and electrically charged.
He sat back. Stripped his clothes. “I’ve got ye bloody. There’s streaks of it on the insides of your legs and on your belly. Victor gets to be a sex aid tonight.”
Down either side of his face and here and there in his neck tattoo, red stained him. I gazed at it. It shouldn’t have been sexy, in no way was someone else’s blood hygienic, but my pussy pulsed. The sedative was in full play now, and I sensed the difference from when I’d been coming out of full unconsciousness. This was much lighter, mainly focusing on my muscles and dampening my nerves. He was right about it loosening my inhibitions. I needed him inside me, now.
Connor swore. “It’s turning ye on.”
I travelled my focus down him to his dick. The silver ring bobbed. He crawled up my body, lingering over my breasts and daubing blood on them as well, then he brought that silver ring to my lips.
“When ye were out cold here last time, I wanted to fuck your throat but didn’t in case I choked ye. Instead, I just spread precum on your lips. Tonight, you’re going to take me every way there is, understand?”
Desperation broke over me. Another moan was his answer.
“Good lass.”
Connor angled over me to slide his dick into my mouth, the ring chinking on my teeth. Without the ability to suck, all I could do was accept it. Be a receptacle for him to play with. He bumped against the roof of my mouth then eased back.
I breathed through my nose. His dick hit where my throat narrowed. Blocked my air supply.
“Fuck,” Connor gritted out.
He wound my hair around his fist to position me better, and his dick entered my throat. Another thrust took it deeper. I closed my eyes and just felt. He throbbed for me, and the knowledge that he was enjoying this gave me another burst of pleasure, even as my eyes leaked from lack of air.
At the same moment, something touched me between the legs, easing over my wet centre. A thick, blunt end.
My vibrator? Connor thrust it into me so it speared me open and sparks flew along my nerves.
He withdrew it and worked it in again, timing it with his dick in my throat. “I spit roasted ye.”
My lungs burned, the lack of oxygen a problem. Connor pulled out of my mouth, and I sucked in air, but the vibrator buzzed to life and my gasp turned into a choked-off moan.
He sat back to watch what he was doing to me, hunger in his gaze. “Your body is so beautiful. You’re perfect, Everly. I need ye to know that because what I’m going to do next is going to be disrespectful as fuck.”
I uttered a moan, and Connor smirked, stroking his dick a couple of times.
“Ye remember Tabitha, aye? Ye watched her take two dicks and your pussy got so wet. We’re going to build up to that. Starting with ye taking my dick in your arse.”
He whipped the vibrator away and rolled me onto my front, then he pushed my knee out and canted my hips. A cap popped open, then something drizzled on me.
“Lube,” he explained.
His fingers glided over my buttocks and in between. Teased my rear entrance. Never once had anyone touched me there, and I could do nothing but wait and feel. One fingertip entered that tight ring. Toying with me, a second going in, too. It was the strangest sensation. Not pleasant, not at first.
Not until he was knuckle-deep. Then, a strange burst of need rebounded through me from someplace new inside, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Connor swore, his voice tight. “Going to fuck ye here now.”
The head of his dick replaced his fingers, and I sprang open my eyes, finding the view of the city ahead of me.
And the reflection of him in the dark room, braced over my form, with his arms shaking and his dick pointing down.
He pushed inside me.
Panic returned. He was so big. This was nothing like his fingers.
Yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him, unable to fathom how the huge amount of dick still there in the reflection was going to fit inside me. Somehow, my body gave way. Inch by inch, I accepted him.
My bloodied, possessive killer boy, going in deep, whispering words of adoration and settling kisses on my shoulders.
My insides pulsed, and I breathed through delicious, building need.
He bottomed out and groaned, then bucked hard, right against my ass. “Ye have no idea how beautiful ye are, taking me like this. Now I need to get your toy into ye as well.”
I moaned, half in fear and half in curiosity. There was no way he could do it. His dick was too big, and my body was already stretched.
Yet there it was, entering my pussy while he spread my ass.
Helplessly, I throbbed around him. The sensation was so strange from where he was in my body, but potent.
Connor pressed my knee out more, switching the vibrator on so it buzzed on my taut skin. “Come on, baby. Just an inch then I’ll let ye be.”
He adjusted his position to pull out halfway, edging the toy in at the same time. My pussy accepted it, and it penetrated me, just enough to hit my G-spot.
I gasped, and a powerful shock of pleasure washed over me. Two holes, held open by him. Nothing had ever felt like this.
“Fucking yes,” Connor chanted.
He commenced a rhythm, the vibrator held still but his dick pumping in and out of me. It built up to a punishing surge, and all I could do was surrender to the winding, charging up of insistent pleasure, coming from new places and so powerful I barely remembered to breathe.
This, I loved. Him taking what he needed from me. I adored having his praise and feeling how hard I made him. He pushed me endlessly, and I wouldn’t change any of it.
And though I was sedated, my body knew what to do. A climax shocked me, breaking loose in a stunning, blinding crest. My eyes shuttered closed. Bright need turned to deep satisfaction.
Connor gave a broken cry and stuttered in his thrusts. He came, holding his dick in as hard as he could, his skin against mine, and his pulses extending my orgasm for far longer than ever before.
Then he dropped down over me. Kissed my shoulder. The discarded vibrator rolled away, and he pulled out of my body.
“Shower next,” he muttered. “Victor can go to hell. You’re mine all night long.”