Chapter 21 #3
Her lashes flutter open. Those blue eyes, glassy and wet with tears, stare up at him as he fucks her throat with shallow thrusts.
“Get your cock out, boy.”
My hand is already on my cock before the words finish leaving his lips. I finally—fucking finally—wrap my fingers around my aching shaft, groaning at the relief.
“Keep pace with me. I’ll show you how this little slut likes it. If you apply yourself, you might get to fuck her mouth too.”
I force myself to match his rhythm, stroking when he thrusts, pausing when he pauses.
It’s fucking torture.
Heady, filthy, disgusting torture.
“You want this, don’t you?” His dark eyes find mine, gleaming with so much power and control that my stomach flips. “You want my cock in your mouth again, don’t you?”
The answer is yes, and we both fucking know it.
But I can’t say it.
And thank fuck, I don’t have to.
Rooke pulls out of Haven’s mouth with a wet pop. Her lips are swollen, chin slick with spit. She sways back, looking high and drunk and giddy with lust.
“Finger yourself,” he tells her. The roughness is gone from his voice—he’s back to his calm, collected, authoritarian self.
I never realized until now how much that commanding tone affects me. I used to fight it, maybe because I knew what would happen if I let it take over. But now? All that confusion and fear is gone.
Everything’s so fucking simple now.
Rooke commands.
I obey.
Haven shuffles her knees apart, her hand between her legs and a moan already falling from her lips before Rooke turns to me. His cock bobs inches from my face, his musky, salty scent making my mouth water.
“Open.”
My jaw unhinges.
He doesn’t ease past my lips like he did with Haven. He grabs my hair and shoves, forcing his cock past my lips and down the back of my throat until I’m gagging and pushing against his thighs.
Beside me, Haven is making completely inappropriate, huffy little moans, like she’s about to come.
Which just makes me fucking hornier.
“Relax your throat, boy.”
I can’t. I can’t fucking breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but choke around the hard, thick length filling my mouth.
He pulls back just enough for me to gasp a breath before thrusting again.
“Relax.”
Easy for him to say when he can breathe just fine and I’m spluttering and drooling around his cock.
“Get behind him, girl.” His voice is steady, controlled, even as his cock slides in and out of my throat.
I feel her move. Feel her small hands on my shoulders, then sliding down my chest. Her nipples brush against my back as she presses herself against me in a tight hug.
“Hold out your hand.”
She lifts her hand past my head to Rooke, like she’s begging for change. And he rewards her by spitting in it.
“Stroke his cock. But don’t let him come.”
Her fingers wrap around my shaft. She makes a happy sound into my ear when she finds my crown slick with precum, rubbing it down my cock until I’m slippery with my own arousal and Rooke’s saliva.
I groan around Rooke’s shaft at the friction, causing him to hiss.
“That’s it, boy.”
Where I’d been pushing his thighs away, I’m gripping onto him for stability, instead. One hand holding onto the top of his pants, the other clawing against his shirt.
Until he rips his shirt over his head. Then my hand is pressed against his slim, naked stomach instead. His abs shudder under my palm as he groans.
He’s fucking my mouth faster now, less controlled. “Take it all, boy. Show me what that pretty mouth is good for.”
Tears are streaming down my face. From the gagging, from the overwhelming sensation of Haven’s hand on my cock and Rooke in my throat.
“Crybaby. We’re just getting started.” Rooke’s voice has gone thick.
The world tilts.
—cold bricks against my back, the smell of weed and Rooke—
…you gonna fucking cry now…?
I wrench backward, nearly knocking Haven over. My cock is still out, still hard, but suddenly I can’t breathe for an entirely different reason.
“Kai?” Haven’s voice sounds far away. “Kai, what’s wrong?”
I scramble to my feet, chest heaving. My hands shake as I shove my cock back inside my pants.
My whole fucking body is shaking.
Friday night.
The alley.
I was right. Rooke was at The Hollow Point. He found me, and he fucking…what?
What the hell did he do to me?
I drag a hand over my mouth, turn and spit to get rid of the taste of him. And Rooke just watches.
He did what he always does.
He used me.
And it was so bad, I drank myself into a blackout to wipe out the memory.
“You fucked me, didn’t you?” I blurt out before I can stop to think.
Rooke turns until he’s looking at me from the corner of his eye. “What are you talking ab—”
“Friday night!” I yell, rushing him, shoving him so hard we’re both against the granite wall a second later. My hands are on his throat, squeezing. “Did you fuck me in that alley?”
Rooke’s gripping my wrists, chuckling even as I choke him. “I don’t know what you’re—“
I could kill him.
The thought spears through me, ice cold and stinging.
I could fucking kill him, right here, right now. It would solve so many problems…and introduce many more.
Worth it.
So fucking worth it.
A warm hand squeezes my shoulder. “Kai!”
Her voice is soft, hushed, like anything more would tip me over the edge of sanity.
“Kai, please. Don’t.”
I blink, flicking my head to get my hair out of my face. Rooke’s face is flushed, his hands digging into my wrists. Both our arms shake as he tries to pry me off his throat, as I fight to grip him even tighter.
“We’ll go, okay? We’ll leave right now. Just…please, Kai. Stop.”
If it wasn’t for her, Rooke would have been dead.
But when her hands slide down my arms and she gently peels my fingers off his throat, I let her. And when she hugs my waist and urges me back a step, I retreat.
Rooke’s face is terrifyingly blank as he puts his cock away. He steps around me to pick up his shirt, keeping eye contact like I’m a rabid dog as he pulls it over his head.
“I wondered when that would surface,” he says, so calm I want to puke.
“You—” I choke on the rage, the humiliation, the sick twist of arousal that’s still pulsing through my veins despite everything. “What did you do to me?”
He hasn’t moved. Hasn’t blinked. “Does it matter?”
“Does it matter?” My laugh sounds unhinged, even to me. “You fucking—you—”
“I what, Kai?” He steps closer, and I hate that I don’t step back because I don’t trust my legs right now. “You think I fucked you in an alley?”
“Didn’t you?” I spit out.
He turns away, chuckling. “It’s a pity you don’t remember, because the way you broke down afterwards was sublime.” He taps his temple. “Rent free in my head forever, boy.”
“Stop!” Haven yells, but Rooke ignores her.
I ignore her.
My entire body has gone cold as invisible insects crawl over my skin, burrow into my hair, invade my brain.
Rooke fucked me.
He fucked me, and I don’t remember.
Is that even possible?
“You did fine for your first time.” The sick, twisted fuck has a smile on his face as he straightens his clothes. “Tell you what. When you get over yourself, give me a call, and I’ll teach you some—“
My fist connects with his jaw. I don’t know who’s more surprised—me or Haven. Rooke hardly registers the blow, but when he looks back at me, there’s a dull look in his eyes that makes my insides quiver with dread.
The mausoleum was already cold, but it wouldn’t have shocked me to see frost blooming on the stained glass windows.
I don’t recognize the man standing in front of me.
His shoulders are hunched, his eyes darkly shadowed, a cruel smile pulling at his mouth. Even Haven takes a hurried step back, wrapping her arms around herself like he might turn on her any second.
“Told you, boy,” he rasps, lips lifting in a snarl as he fingers his jaw. “Only the first one’s free.”
Rooke crashes into me, sending us both to the floor.
Haven screams, and I feel her nails rip down my arm as she tries to drag me out from under Rooke. But he’s straddling me, one hand on my throat, the other slamming into the side of my head.
It only takes two blows before I’m seeing stars. Haven is yelling, but the sound billows in and out of earshot.
One more punch, and I’m swept under a tingling, icy darkness.
I don’t want to go. It means leaving Haven alone with a version of Rooke that terrifies me more than going back to prison.
But I don’t have a choice, do I?
…you gonna cry now, boy?…
I fucked up—again—and Haven has to pay the price.
Again.