Chapter 15 Kali #2
The sudden ripple of pain rushed to between my legs, and I clutched his jean-clad thighs, scrunching up the rough and soaked-through material.
He twisted my nipple harder as he set new bruises along the older, still healing ones along the juncture of my neck and shoulder. If it wasn’t for the water filling the bathtub, it would be the juices gushing out of my pussy.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” He set steady, circular motions around my clit. I didn’t reply, too focused on the sensation swirling low in my pelvis, and he pinched it. “Answer me.”
I writhed in his grasp from the sting. “Y— Yes.”
“Do not lie to me.” Cold air assaulted my pulsing nipple as he released it. He traced concentric circles around the other, and I lost myself in the expectation of the upcoming mixture of pain and pleasure. “Your own fingers do not count.”
“They d—”
He reached for something on the sparkling marble tiles, invisible to me due to my position, and more water slashed over the edge as he lowered back.
The next moment, cool metal glided between my breasts.
The serrated knife drifting down my front didn’t slice me, but the idea was clear as day and my traitorous pussy throbbed, coercing my admission to come out. “No one but you.”
“‘No one but I’ what? Finish your sentence.” He brushed directly over my clit once, twice, thrice, and I dug my nails into his thighs as the first convulsions rolled over me. A sudden burning pain above my left hip broke that rising, rising—
I fell, the world around me dissolving and drowning me together with it.
But it wasn’t the end of my torment.
“Another one, then.” His arm around my waist held me immobile as his fingers plunged inside me. I clenched around them repeatedly while his thumb continued stroking my clit unrelentingly.
“Enough. I ca—” The second orgasm hit me like a brick, my legs tensing up, my back arching and my head falling on his shoulder, and I half-screamed for him to stop torturing me as shock waves surged through my body.
“I’m waiting.” Curling his fingers inside, he explored my inner wall until he found the spot that made me forget the bathtub, him, my life he’d stolen, the cage of my room, everything but the peak rushing at me, rushing, rushing, rushing, closer and closer, and crashing with the vicious force of a storm’s wind ravaging the land in its path, incinerating the seams holding my being together and flooding me with ecstasy.
The time stood still as I choked out, “Gedeon.”
I didn’t know if I said his name for him to stop, or to ask for more, or to continue until I passed out and the weight of today’s events disintegrated into nothingness.
He pulled out and teasingly tapped my over-sensitized clit, and I nearly leaped out of the bathtub from the onslaught of sensation.
“For each minute you make me wait, I will make you come again.”
His promise liquefied my insides as I gasped for air. I couldn’t take any more. I’d likely explode.
“Fine. No one but you has ever made me come,” I puffed out. “Because apparently, I myself am no one.”
“Ever,” he growled in satisfaction. “I like the sound of that.” He tightened his hold on me and tucked my head under his chin. “I knew I would love you yelling my name. Your screams are exquisite.”
“You won’t be able to hear them after I rip your ears off,” I seethed. What had been a dull throb pulsed sharply, and I inspected my stomach for the offender—a scarlet line above my left hip. “You cut me.” Disbelief permeated my voice.
He twisted me in his lap and brought my attention to his abdomen, to the matching slash above his hipbone, the wound clotted closed without a single stitch. “I told you I would mark you the same way you did me.”
Realization struck me with full force. He’d threatened to do exactly that if I didn’t drop the shard of crystal glass I’d used as a weapon to defend myself. I hadn’t listened then, intent on bringing the end to their capture of me.
His lips brushed my forehead. “One, two, and three.”
I reeled back. “What are you counting?” Those kisses had been soft, soothing, sweet. And he’d just made me come multiple times while splitting my skin open.
“You will see.”
I rolled my eyes at the nonsensical answer. His arrogance was unparalleled.
He rose to his feet, hauling me up with him, and I covered myself instinctively. Climbing out of the bathtub sideways, water running down his muscled torso and soaking into the hem of drenched denim, he plucked a fluffy white towel off the hanger and spread it for me. “Arms open.”
“Not a chance.” I seized it from him and wrapped the towel around myself. At least it was large enough and fell to the middle of my thighs.
He took something from the mirrored cabinet above the sink and said, “Give me your hand.”
Clutching the towel, I got out, careful not to fall on the slippery tiles. He kissed the stitches in my palm and covered the wound with a clean roll of gauze. “Keep it dry to avoid swelling.”
“Get out.” I hoisted the towel higher, securing my hold on it. “Now.”
I couldn’t physically kick him out of the room, but I’d had enough. My lids grew heavy; rest was all I craved.
Alone.
“Sweet dreams.” With a smirk, he picked up his boots and shirt, then strolled out of the bathroom, his steps a bit stiff from how his faded black jeans were plastered to his legs.
I froze.
From his nape to his ass, tattoos of tiny silhouettes of birds covered the entire expanse of his back.
A flock caught in time, the bottom ones perching as if on the ground, awaiting their turn to fly up like the ones mid-thrust above them, and the rest soaring the skies along the lines of his shoulders and nape.
I’d glimpsed it only for a few seconds, but it’d appeared alive.
A dull thud told me he’d left my bedroom. I waited a minute before I forced my quivering legs to move, then ripped the door open.
Leaning against the wall, Zion perked up immediately. “Want to yell my name too?”
I slammed the door in his face. Him being my personal bodyguard extinguished my last spark of hope.
And Gedeon had already used up my last shred of strength. He’d manipulated my senses until he’d gotten what he wished—my confession and his name on my tongue.
Sex had never been associated with euphoria for me.
Usually, it was painful and degrading. At best, tolerable.
I would endure whatever they asked of me in Ilasall to get what I needed or wished for, but not a single person had made me feel like Gedeon had.
And the vicious kiss from Zion had been the total opposite of the disgusting gropes I was used to.
Yes, he was essentially a stranger, but godsdamnit, there was something alluring about his weird ways.
I let the towel drop on the floor and inspected the fresh cut above my hipbone. Superficial as it was, it had already stopped bleeding and would heal in no time. I poked the edge of it and savored the weak pulsing ache.
There was definitely something wrong with me.
I collapsed on the enormous bed and burrowed under the comfiest sheets ever to be in existence.
The fluffy duvet enveloped me in a cloud, and a soapy scent tickled my nose.
The sheets were fresh. Someone must’ve changed them.
Thank the supposed gods in the sky, as I really wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in the bloodstained ones.
Yellow lights from the street down below immersed my bedroom in a cozy dimness. Thick pale gray shades framed the windows, but I didn’t dare to close them. The last time they’d been drawn, things hadn’t ended so well for me.
A few days ago, I’d been locked in a cage called Ilasall. I had a plan to poison the city head—the man who held the tight fist on the citizens—and clean out our government. Today, I’d found out there was a sanctuary, a refuge city, a force of resistance. People who shared my goals.
Only, their leader and his second-in-command had stolen me for themselves. Uprooted me from my life. Said I belonged to them. Stirred fury in my gut.
I was not a possession.
I shoved my face into a pillow and screamed. When my vocal cords refused to cooperate anymore, I curled into a ball. All I wanted was to sleep away the nightmare I’d ended up in. Hopefully, I’d awaken in my favorite clearing out in the forest, surrounded by soothing starlight.