Chapter 15 Jules
JULES
Clumsily, I lift one hand from the table and try to get a finger between the garrote and my neck. I don’t quite manage to do that… but I do manage to cut myself on the sharp wire.
As Elias leans over my back to look, I feel more than hear him laugh, his body shaking against mine.
“Stop that, Little Sapphire. Only I’m allowed to hurt you.”
“You’re twisted,” I hiss.
He wasn’t lying, though. His dick in my ass feels incredible, and I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter. It doesn’t hurt that he fucked me earlier and then ran me off before I came. I look down at the table where a little puddle of my arousal grows.
Fuck.
Everything about this is depraved and obscene. One wrong move and I’m dead, the razor-sharp wire resting against my neck as lethal as a loaded gun.
Instead of dampening my arousal, the thought makes my empty pussy clench over nothing.
“Jules, Jules, Jules,” Elias sighs, his cock still plunging in and out of my ass like it’s his to own. His hand leaves my hip to trace the wire on my neck. “You think you’re better than us?”
I grit my teeth even as I bite back a moan. “What’s your malfunction, asshole?”
He slams against me so hard I see starbursts.
“You don’t want me thinking about my malfunction, Jewel. Not unless you want this morgue used for its purpose.”
Chills skitter down my spine at his words. Would he do it? Would he kill me even as he fucks me?
“Oh god,” I moan, unable to keep the exclamation in.
“You like that, don’t you?” Elias asks gleefully. “Like knowing I hold your life in my hands while I’m using your body?”
He slams into me over and over, his piercings dragging against the sensitive walls of my rear tunnel, his words and the situation we’re in bringing me closer to the edge.
Elias tightens his hold on my neck, cutting off my oxygen even as his garrote threatens to cut my skin. His lips graze against my earlobe as he comes to a halt, ignoring my whine of protest.
“Haven’t you learned yet, Little Sapphire? When I ask a question, you answer.”
He loosens his hold, allowing me to breathe.
“Yes. Okay?” I growl, squeezing my ass around his cock. “You fucking turn me on. Happy now?”
Elias chuckles but resumes his movements, his hand tightening on my neck again.
“Getting there, Jewel. And you’re with me, aren’t you? Let’s see if you come first or pass out.” He huffs out a laugh. “I won’t stop either way.”
“Y—you bastard,” I wheeze, my breath growing thin.
He ignores my insult, fucking me with a brutal rhythm that has my spine tingling with warning. I’m going to come, and I’m going to come harder than I ever have in my life. That is, if I can stay conscious for it.
“Gonna fill up your ass, Jules. Have it drip out pink.”
“Elias!”
“That’s right. Scream my name. Bet my brothers are jerking off to the security feeds right now. Show them how good I make you feel.”
The thought of being watched as I’m fucked, threatened, and humiliated, yet getting off on it, pushes me over the edge. My body seizes in a powerful spasm. Elias grunts, his thrusts stuttering, and lets go of my neck. Air rushes in at the same time as pleasure explodes from my core.
“Fuck yes! Good fucking girl. Squirt for me while I fill up your ass.”
I can barely understand what he’s saying, my mind a million miles away. Sobbing with every new wave of pleasure, I gasp for more air, my body floating in bliss.
Elias holds me steady as he pulls out, my limbs like jelly. Vaguely, I register him removing the garrote and hopping down. Then he groans, and I hear fabric rustling followed by the sound of a phone’s camera. Is he taking pictures?
“What are you doing?” I mumble. My body finally loses strength, and I collapse onto the soaked examination table. I guess I really did squirt.
“Just making sure I capture this moment. I think I’m going to get myself off to it for years.” His voice changes pitch, reminding me we’re being observed. “Did anyone think to record that?”
Static fills the room before a cocky voice says, “You know it, brother.”
I cover my face with my hand even as Elias laughs at my discomfort.
“Want me to post it online?” that same disembodied voice asks.
That wakes my body up faster than an icy plunge. “What?” I hiss, pushing up from the table. “You can’t do that!”
“And why not?” Elias asks casually. He tucked his dick in and fixed his clothes, looking completely unfazed, while I’m sprawled like a messy ritual sacrifice. “You were going to tell the world about our private matters.”
I hop off the table and steady myself, my palm nearly slipping in the pink-smeared liquid covering it.
“I was going to write about disappearances!” I protest.
Elias raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expose our connection with the disappearances without everyone finding out what the Sanctum of Ash did to us. Why they deserve to die.”
“So you admit you killed them?” I ask, my reporter alter ego taking over seamlessly, even though I’m a slutty mess right now.
His laughter is mirthless, his strong arms crossing even as he looks heavenward.
“That’s all you want to know, Jules? Not about the rapes? The sacrificial mutilations, murders, drugging?”
I feel the blood drain from my face, pins and needles prickling my skin.
“What are you talking about?” I breathe, my righteous crusade momentarily forgotten. “Is that what happened?”
Elias’s fist slams against the table, and I jump back, nearly falling over a rolling instrument tray.
“Don’t act ignorant, Juliane. What did you think happens inside a cult?”
I throw my hands up.
“I didn’t even know there was a cult until tonight!” My voice breaks halfway through. “I thought there was a serial killer in your carnival.”
“Technically, there are serial killers in this carnival,” the voice from the speakers chimes in.
“Shut up and get out,” Elias growls. For a moment, I think he’s talking to me. “Give us some privacy.”
“Elias,” the voice warns. “She’s a threat. You can’t trust anything she says. She needs to die.”
My pulse hammers in my ears as I step back, skirting the instrument tray. I look around, frantically searching for an escape. Elias locked the door, but… the fake morgue drawers doubling as a staff access door are still slightly ajar.
“I said I’d handle this, Silas,” Elias growls at the man talking over the speakers.
I don’t wait to hear more. Quick as I can, I dart through the staff door and sprint down the corridor. I’m completely naked and covered in sticky fluids, but I don’t care right now—I need to get away from the crazy assholes who are talking about my life like it’s a problem to fix.
Elias’s dark laughter trails me until I find the door leading out of the haunted house, making my hair stand on end.