Chapter 31 Emery
EMERY
Bright lights flash as I’m running through the dark forest, barefoot and in one of the dresses my mother used to buy for me. I know I’m being hunted down in the final trial, I just don’t know by who. Why don’t I have my tactical gear on? Where is Cameron?
I misstep and tumble to the ground. Pain blisters up my side, and the pursuer is on me before I can even think about getting back up.
The muzzle of a rifle is aimed at my forehead, and every hair on the back of my neck rises as I recognize the masked soldier. His eyes are lazy, hooded with disinterest as his finger caresses the trigger.
“Cameron? It’s me, Emery!” I try to bring him back to his senses, but he only stares through me, like I’m nothing.
“Mori. My name is Mori, and unfortunately it’s your time, Emery. My promise to you.” His voice is like a river of moonlight. He pulls the trigger, and I’m drowned in that ocean of darkness he lives in.
My eyes jolt open, and my heart hammers so hard that I sit straight up. It’s dark but I can see significantly better than usual. It’s not lights-out yet? I look to the hallway for the overhead lights, but everything is off.
“How do you feel?” His voice sends a shudder up my spine. The image of him putting a bullet through my head so effortlessly resurfaces, followed by the reality that he made me swallow two of the death pills.
I look at him, drowsiness lingering in his eyes. He tries to reach for me, but I quickly leap from his lap and back into the center of the room. His face drops and an anguished frown forms over his features.
I shouldn’t be able to see his face in the dark.
I shouldn’t be able to… My attention goes to my body.
I smooth my hands over areas that hurt so badly before I passed out that I feared death in the next trial.
My shoulder is fully operational with no aches, and my leg doesn’t bother me at all although I know it should.
“There’s no more pain.” My voice is hoarse with shock.
Cameron gets to his feet and approaches me. I take a wary step back. He stops and considers me for a moment before raising his hand for me to come to him. “I fixed you, Em.”
My brows knit and a pang forms in my chest. “I didn’t ask you to.” He looks disheartened for a moment. I walk effortlessly from one end of the room to the other, and a small, uncertain smile grows over my lips. “I’m not in pain anymore.”
His eyes light up at my words. I take his extended hand.
“Can you see the darkness for what it is now?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear. Chills erupt across my skin. I’ve never felt so weightless in my entire life.
I’m mad at him for pushing this onto me. But the relief I feel is stronger. I know he’s only doing what he thinks is right, and he’s so fucking corrupt that I should’ve known he’d do it whether I agreed or not.
“Yes.” I press my cheek against his broad chest.
He’s quiet for long, stretched out seconds. Pulling away, he traces my bottom lip with his thumb thoughtfully. “Can you see me for what I really am now? How crooked I can be for you?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, letting my eyes take in every sharp angle of his lovely face, every dark scar and tattoo.
“And you accept me for it?”
I hold the longing gaze of my villainous, terribly broken soldier, then nod.
“Good.” He tilts my chin up. Those bright eyes of his demand my attention. “Now I don’t have to hold back.” I let out a breath of air as he steals away all that remains in my lungs. He kisses me hard, fervently, like we’ll never have a moment like this again.
I grip his shoulders, letting my fingers glide up his taut neck as he devours me.
His tongue coaxes my mouth open and I relent, letting down my guard entirely to the beast that was made to destroy me.
He breaks away for a moment, throwing a stack of towels to the floor before guiding me back onto them. He hovers above me.
“You brought me out of the dark, Em. I would’ve felt nothing forever if you hadn’t stumbled into my lap. I would’ve forgotten what tenderness still remains in a heart long after spiritual death,” he whispers between our kisses.
My heart aches at those words. I wonder what lightless place I would’ve remained in if it hadn’t been for him too. I might not even be alive.
But he’s being too soft right now. Is he going to reject me again after this? I’m not sure how much more I can take between his cruel and his endearing moments.
“Cameron, what am I to you?” I ask as he strokes his tongue up my throat, biting behind my ear.
“Again with this? Do you really want to know?” he says slowly, with an amused lift to his grin. Those lust-drunk eyes lift to mine, devouring every last piece of me.
I nod. Very aware of how he responded the first time.
“When I saw you go over that edge…something snapped inside of me. It was the end of everything.” He pauses, and braces his arms on either side of my head, staring down into my eyes.
“I knew in that moment that if I didn’t get you back, I would never want to breathe again.
No matter what I’d have to do, I’d do it if it meant I could keep you,” he murmurs possessively over my lips.
A wry smile draws my lips up. “You didn’t answer my question,” I say smoothly, even though my insides are fluttering like I’m made of butterflies. I didn’t think Cameron was capable of saying such words, let alone to me.
He narrows his eyes, and a glint flickers across them. “You are the bearer of my soul.” He doesn’t wait for me to reply as he brings his lips down on mine, swallowing the breath of surprise that leaves me.
What a heavy thing to hold. I smile at the thought as he kisses me feverishly, palming my pants down and lifting my shirt greedily.
His hands are icy as they brush against my skin.
My ribs don’t hurt, my shoulder, or my leg.
It’s such a reprieve that I gorge myself on the pleasure that follows everywhere he glides his fingers.
I’ve never felt this unburdened before. I’ve never felt so good.
A moan escapes my parted lips. “It feels so amazing,” I whimper.
Cameron chuckles as he bites my lower lip and tugs it gently. “It’s because you no longer have pain where it once existed.” He releases my lip and the taste of blood blossoms over my tongue.
I’m bleeding? My eyes widen. I only feel the distinct euphoria that his teeth and hands give me. This is what it’s been like for him all this time? Cameron watches as I suck in my lower lip and fully taste what a painless existence is.
A sinister grin forms on his face. “Good girl, you feel that? That’s just the fucking beginning of what I’m about to do to you.”
His fingers glide down my neck and sternum, chills erupting in their wake. Then come his hot lips, fire rolling off his tongue as he swirls it around my nipple. My back arches off the floor and my hands find his mussed hair, fisting and pulling him eagerly closer.
He chuckles and bites the underside of my boob. Pleasure races up my throat, and a moan rolls through the room. Cameron doesn’t let go, but he shoves two fingers inside my mouth. I suck them shamelessly, biting them as hard as he’s doing to me.
A groan vibrates from his chest. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for you to bite me. I love those teeth of yours.” He strokes his tongue over my tit once more before pulling back and unbuttoning his pants.
I watch him free his pulsing dick and rub my thighs together at the anticipation of having him inside me again.
He lowers his hand to his veiny cock and slowly strokes it, staring down at my exposed body and drinking in every inch of me.
“Fuck me, Cam,” I beg.
Cameron grins and sits back on his haunches, cock in hand. “I want you to use my dick and make yourself come first. Only then will I give you what you want, love.” His eyes are half-lidded as he pumps his length a few times. I watch the motion, entranced and too high on my existence to care.
I smirk and push myself to my feet. He raises a brow as I walk past him. I snag the medical tape on the table. Mischief fills my mind, and I figure it’s my turn to shock him.
“What are you doing, Em—” Cameron stops talking as I start wrapping the tape around his wrists. His eyes dash up and find mine. The flicker of excitement in his gaze makes my heart beat faster.
“Oh, you want to play this kind of game, do you?” he says darkly. Those eyes turn ravenous.
I don’t say a word as I make him lie on his back and tie him to a two-inch-thick water pipe that extends to the ceiling. He’s completely at my mercy. Vulnerable, with his arms restrained.
His dick is harder than it was a moment ago. I swallow at the sheer girth of it.
I face Cameron as I lower myself over his cock. The tip is enough to make me moan as his length spreads me open. I try to take him in slowly, but Cameron has a plan of his own.
He bucks his hips up into me hard, driving his cock all the way to the hilt and ramming into my deepest parts. I cry out and press my hands to his chest so I don’t fall face-first onto him.
The pipe creaks viciously as he tries to free his hands to grab me. It somehow turns me on more, watching how badly he wants to grip my waist and rock me over him.
I bury my fingernails into his ribs and he groans, stilling his hips and letting me ride him for a few beats before he picks back up with the light bucking.
“Already going back on your word? You said I had to make myself come.” I laugh as my head falls back at the pure ecstasy of him inside me.
“Fuck, Em, you need to take these off. I want to fuck you until your knees are bleeding. Until you’re screaming my name over and over.” His eyes loll with the rotation of my hips, his mouth parted and breathing heavily.
“I’m not done yet,” I say teasingly and thoroughly enjoy the fire that ignites in his gaze.
He flexes his jaw and pulls down his arms mercilessly. The pipe fucking snaps at the weld and water gushes out over us.
I let out a sharp gasp, quickly silenced by Cameron’s crashing lips. He wraps his arms around my head and slides his tied-up wrists to my lower back. I’m completely seated in his lap, with his cock eight inches deep.
A soft laugh is shared between us as the water cascades over us.
I kiss his shoulder sweetly as he bites mine.
He thrusts into me so ruthlessly that I can’t hear anything except us.
Where we’re connected. Where we breathe against each other’s skin.
Where he whispers things I can’t quite comprehend into each kiss.
Our cries and moans build and build until he holds me flush with his hips and stills. Cameron dots kisses from my neck up to my lips as he comes inside me, filling me up with his come. His dick throbs several times, and I whimper softly against his lips each time.
“You’re mine. I’m never letting you go, Em,” he whispers.
I smile and rest my forehead against his.
“Promise?” I glide my hand over his shoulder where he took the knife to protect me.
“Always.” His voice fills the room and my mind.
Maybe two monsters like us really can find happiness.