11. Break Her
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Break Her
Ridicule. Mortals take such pleasure in it.
An insipid act targeting those superior to them.
Our degradation is from which they draw their strength.
Our pain brings them immense joy. Since birth, man has begged for my downfall.
From the tongue of man spells suffering.
No good can come from the tongue of man.
So I cut out his tongue.
A silent man is a good man. A dead man is even better.
Deja wondered why this particular passage in Roselyn’s Memoir had stuck with her so deeply. Perhaps in some twisted way… she could relate. Roselyn had faced ridicule for most of her life. Her breakthrough involved taking back her power.
Though genocide seemed rather… severe.
This was all fantasy, of course. So Deja appreciated it as a parable. At least that’s what she told herself to suppress the guilt that thickened her throat as she wiped her hands of the blood from the man she had killed.
Guilt. It was there, but… fleeting. Superseded by the sense of power she felt to cut out the tongue that ‘begged for her downfall’ and ‘spelled her suffering.’
“No good can come from the tongue of man,” Deja repeated, hiding in one of the rooms. Looking at her bloodstained hands, she bit her lip, reflecting back to the look of hunger in her Reapers’ eyes as they watched her.
“...but the tongue of man can be useful… for other things...” She smiled in the mirror at the woman she barely recognized.
“And what uses might that be?”
Deja jumped, startled at the masked man standing at the door. From his relaxed posture, blocking her exit, and the way he twirled his blade between his fingers, she knew it was Ian. Turning around, she smirked. “...what do you think?”
“Sweetheart...” Ian approached her. “You’re playing a very dangerous game...”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” she asked, pulling off his mask. But Ian grabbed her wrist.
“If I were threatening you… you’d know it...” he said, pushing her back against the dresser. Gently wrapping his hand around her throat, Ian cautiously slid his blade between her cleavage. Deja breathed heavily, her heaving breasts dangerously pushing against his knife.
“You need to understand something, love...” Ian said, cutting her bustier’s strap. “You’ve aroused every living man in this suite… yet somehow it’s a game to you… You haven’t realized that before this night ends… each of us will be balls-deep inside of you… or go mad trying...”
Deja trembled with excitement as he cut another strap. “...this should frighten you… not excite you, beautiful...” Ian warned.
“Oh, right. I forgot you guys get off on that,” Deja snorted. “Are you expecting me to scream?”
Ian smiled. “You’ll be screaming, either way, sweetheart...” The gruffness in his voice hinted to her that he was desperate, starved, and oh-so-serious. It made her throb with anticipation.
His knife cut through the last strap, but Deja held up her bustier before it could fall. “...you first,” she insisted.
He rolled up his mask, stopping just beneath his eyes.
“There...” he smiled. Deja stared at his lips as he leaned in.
Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, he pulled her forward until their lips met.
He squeezed her neck until her mouth opened and his tongue claimed hers, sucking it between his lips.
But she pulled away. Ian’s mouth twisted irritably. “...Deja-”
“So impatient,” she teased.
“My patience is thin...” Ian warned, leaning in again. But Deja slipped away from him, eliciting an irritated growl as he cursed in Gaelic.
Deja laughed when he roughly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him again. She glanced at his lips. “I thought you liked the chase...”
“I would chase you to the ends of the earth for all eternity, because as you’re well aware… You completely enrapture me. A slave to my obsession-” Ian hushed her before she could speak. “...but I am human, Deja. I have limits. And you keep pushing them...”
Deja smiled. “I wonder what happens when the limits break...”
His gaze lingered before pushing his lips against hers. “...you… break...”
Ian suddenly groaned as he sucked his bleeding bottom lip into his mouth. He looked at Deja like she was crazy, but she was already running past him. “We’ll see who breaks first,” she taunted.
Deja ran into another room, snickering, but skidded to a stop when she spotted a masked, shirtless Caleb cleaning his ax with a towel.
Covered in blood, he looked erotically terrifying.
“...you do know running just… makes it worse, right?” Caleb grinned as he approached her.
Deja turned to run but jumped as the ax flew past her, lodging into the doorframe and blocking her exit.
“Holy shit!” she blurted.
“It’s like you’ve never seen a horror movie before,” Caleb said. Deja laughed before Caleb grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “...you’re enjoying this… far too much,” he grinned.
Deja bit her lip. “...and you’re not?”
“Oh, I’m fucking loving it. I’m just concerned that you’re not fully aware of what you signed up for...
” Pushing his face into her neck, he ripped off her bustier.
Deja sharply inhaled as he possessively grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
“...you have no idea what the fuck is about to happen to you...”
Her pussy ached. “You Reapers talk so much shit,” she teased.
Caleb pulled back, looking at her, surprised. “Are you trying to provoke-”
But Deja head-butted him in the forehead before groaning in pain.
Caleb burst into laughter. “Baby, I’m twice your weight!
You soft-headed, little-” He yelped as Deja stomped on his foot.
Holding her breasts, Deja cackled as she ran out of the room.
She turned down a hallway when she saw Keith and paused.
She didn’t have the energy to fend off Keith.
Tiptoeing backward, she turned around and bumped into someone’s chest. Looking up, she recognized Jax’s sharp blue eyes behind his mask. His frightening gaze spurred a leak down her thighs. Jax tilted his head. “...game over, little mouse...”
“Can I get a head start?” she asked.
Jax laughed, amused. “Absolutely fucking not,” he snorted. Deja squealed as Jax roughly tossed her over his shoulder, slapping her bare ass.
Her wrists strained against the cloth that tied her to the headboard as Jax peeled her skirt down her hips, leaving her naked.
“See what happens when you play in a lion’s den?” Deja looked at Keith as he stripped his bloodstained shirt from his muscular chest. “You get devoured,” Keith grinned.
Jax pushed her thighs apart before palming her pussy, rubbing his fingers against her labia in punitive strokes. “She’s aggravated me,” Jax said, popping her pussy with a harsh slap. Deja gasped as her hips bucked before Jax forced them back down. “Hold her.”
Keith trapped her wrists in his grip as he leaned over the bed, pushing his face into her neck. Her hips bucked again as Jax mercilessly slipped two thick fingers inside of her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
“Jax, please-” she started before he harshly popped her again.
“Beg properly,” Jax demanded, torturing her clit with his thumb.
Deja bit down on her lip as Keith’s tongue bathed the soft spots of her neck. “Come on, baby girl… You know what we wanna hear...”
“She’s too stubborn for that.” She glanced at the door where Caleb was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He stood next to Ian, leaning back against the wall, his fingers playfully spinning his blade.
A mixture of impatient hunger and provocative intrigue glazed over their eyes.
“Rebellious. Derisive. Cocky,” Ian mused.
“One kill and she’s prepared to take on 4 Reapers,” Caleb grinned.
Deja snickered, amused by her own audacity. “And? ...what about it?”
Keith’s lips vibrated against her neck as he laughed. “...fucking masochist...”
Deja attempted to retort when Jax roughly squeezed her thighs. She lost her breath as Jax’s wide tongue slowly slid from her anus to the hood of her clit. Her thighs tensed in his grip, but she could barely move as Jax’s tongue slid between her slit, teasing her sensitive clit.
Naked. Tied to a bed. Stained with someone else’s blood as her arousal painted her thighs. She thought such an exposed position in front of 4 ruthless killers would leave her embarrassed.
Instead… She loved it. She loved the fight. The chase. The overwhelming carnal need to be claimed, owned, and worshipped. To be so vulnerable and yet feel so powerful was… otherworldly.
As Keith restrained her while Jax punished her with his tongue and Ian and Caleb enjoyed watching her submit, it was as if they were under her spell. Obsessively focused, afraid to miss one moan.
Her back arched as Jax penetrated her with his fingers, invasively pushing against her weakness as he fervently sucked her clit.
His thumb unapologetically fingered her anus until she clenched.
Jax ferociously squeezed her ass, flushing her pelvis to his mouth to feed him as starved as he was.
Her clit throbbed painfully as he nipped at it with his teeth. His lips roughly sucking her labia.
Her body was on the verge of imploding. Her moans vibrated the room as she neared her climax before Jax abruptly pulled away, leaving her cold, bare, and trembling. “Jax-!” she blurted before she was abruptly cut off by the violent way he popped her emphatically wet pussy.
She glared up at him, her sticky thighs pressing together with need as he grinned down at her. “...you look frustrated,” Jax teased.
“Imagine that. The cocktease doesn’t like to be teased,” Caleb said, approaching the bed.
As he crawled on top of her, she turned her face as his switchblade cut through her binds.
“Baby, look at me,” Caleb ordered. Deja turned to face him and swallowed hard at the way his pale green eyes flickered beneath his mask. “...you gonna behave?” he asked.