Chapter 8 Fallon #2
Slipping into the cell silently, I find that she has finally fallen asleep.
Creeping to her curled form in the corner, I take a moment to study her.
That creamy skin bruises so easily. I can't help but notice the circles under her eyes, the cuts along her legs from her fall when we took her, and the fingerprint bruises from every time I couldn't control myself and grabbed her.
I ignore the strange churning in my gut.
Is that fucking guilt? With a sudden movement, I snatch her up into my tight embrace.
One arm immobilizing her movements and the other hand gripping her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
“Now we get to play my way,” I whisper by her ear as she thrashes against my grip.
Fuck if that curvy body fighting against mine isn’t making my mind shift in an entirely different direction than what I came down here for.
Using one arm to hold her steady, I slide a blindfold into place with the other, making sure it is secure over her eyes.
With a tight grip on both her and my self-control, I walk her up the back steps, all the way to the roof balcony overlooking the back courtyard and pool.
From four stories up, it’s a hell of a view, at least in the daylight – and a hell of a fall.
The tiny crescent moon offers too little light to see far, leaving much of the property shrouded in darkness.
No way she will be able to recognize the place if she’s released. Not that I plan for that to happen.
I take in the chill in the air and the pricks on her bare skin. My grip tightens, and when her quiet whimper reaches my ears, I barely bite back the groan rising in my chest. Fuck, this woman does something to me. Determined steps take me to the edge of the roof.
“Now are you ready to tell me about your role in this?” She’s starting to shiver from both the cold and fear. Good.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I already told you.” Her voice stays steady.
“What about covering it up?” I touch back on where we left off, the only question that brought a different reaction than the others.
Most people would have told me whatever I wanted to know by now, even if it wasn’t true, just to make us stop.
But not Fallon. The challenge has my blood pumping in my veins.
The need to know what it will take to break her is coursing through my body.
“I do my job at Helix. I haven't covered up anyth…” Her words cut off when I tear off her blindfold.
With her back to the edge I lean her backwards over the rail far enough for her feet to leave the roof.
My grip on the back of her neck and shoulder prevents her from falling, but forces me to lean close.
Her breath quickens, eyes wide and darting. “I am not lying, I swear! You motherfucker!” Her voice rising with fear isn't what surprises me. It’s the name-calling of the only person keeping her from plummeting to her death. Brave or stupid. Either way I find myself grinning behind my mask.
“Maybe you need a little more motivation.” I flip her over so her hips grind against the stone rail and she comes face to face with a fall that would surely kill her.
Her toes can't touch the ground and I am all that is keeping her from falling.
An ear-splitting scream leaves her lungs.
My one hand grips her shoulder, the other pinning her arms behind her back.
Leaning over her to whisper in her ear, my body moves without my permission and I grind my hard dick against her perky, round ass.
Fuck she feels good. “What exactly have you covered up?” I ask, breath dancing against her throat.
“Nothing that you have talked about.” Her voice quivers. “The closest was ending our connection to the Councilman.” Even facing death, she sticks with it. Could she actually be telling the truth? I don't think my ego can handle Akio being right on this.
I let go for the briefest second before grabbing her again, giving her a taste of the fall she’s facing. Before I get the chance to ask another question, her voice rings out into the night.
“Fuck you. You don’t care if I’m telling the truth, you’re just pissed it’s not the answer you wanted to hear.
You can go to hell, because you’re wrong, and letting me fall to my death will only feed your misplaced sense of moral superiority.
” My smile grows as I bathe in the feel of a true challenge.
The door to the balcony slams against the wall.
Akio, mask in place, storms toward me, apparently summoned by Fallon’s screams. Fury radiates from him as he crosses the roof.
Teo trails behind, ready to intervene should it come to blows.
Truthfully, I am a little surprised it took him this long since he stays glued to those screens.
“That's enough!” Akio rarely lets his anger out to play but apparently someone else having hands on his girl has brought his demons out to challenge mine. His girl? Why does that thought make me angry on several levels?
They consider me reckless, and they’re not wrong…
usually. I extract my body from Fallon’s as I pull her back from the edge.
Before letting her go, her body slides down my own until her feet touch the ground.
There’s a heat in her eyes as she glares up at me, and I feel the hard buds of her nipples with every heaving breath she takes.
An electric charge simmers between us full of lust and hate.
I know she feels this too, I can see it in her every move.
Before releasing her, my voice cast so low that my brothers can’t hear, I whisper, “You are a special kind of poison and my brothers will see it soon. Maybe then we can come up here and finish our little game. Sleep with one eye open.” Akio holds out a hand to her, ever the savior, but I don't miss the way her gaze lingers on me over her shoulder as she walks toward him.
Nor do I miss the quip she throws my way.
“What fucking sleep, jackass?”
I allow my smirk to come through the constant control I have over my emotions. No harm, since I have the mask. I start to follow my brothers toward the door, where Matteo is waiting with a blindfold in hand, but everyone stops when the growl reaches our ears.
Fuck. Hades was loose and we all know he does not do well with strangers. Matteo and Akio step forward as one, ready to intercept the massive dog. I step closer to Fallon. To what? Protect her? My instincts and my brain are not exactly getting along right now.
“Dawww. Hey, baby.” Before anyone can stop her, Fallon darts around my brothers and approaches him.
“Wait!”
“Siren!”
“Poison, stop!”
Our shouts echo through the hall, but within seconds she’s on the ground with the big bad Hades, who is now on his back with his head in her lap getting belly rubs, and loving it. Lucky bastard.
“Who is a good boy? Hmm. Awe, you love the snuggles.” Wearing just her panties and bra, she’s snuggling our fucking guard dog.
Exchanging confused looks, we just stand there. I fucking swear this woman has some sort of power that has every male in this house caving to her will, with little to no effort on her part. I will not join them. My resolve doubles.
While I am lost in thoughts of how to ward myself from the wiles of Fallon, Akio crouches by her. “I got you some clothes and food. How about we go back down to your bedroom so you can eat and get some sleep?” He poses it as a question, but we all know it’s not.
“Can he come with me?” She turns her eyes to Akio, begging to keep the dog. Clearly Hades is all for it.
“No.” The harshness in my voice startles everyone, including myself. “Hades stays up here. Now go before I change my mind.” I turn on a heel and storm out of the room. I have to get away from this girl. She is going to break us from the inside, starting with Akio and the dog.