25. Roxy
Roxy
Damn.
It’s a shame he’s such a bad person, because fuck does he look sexy on that cross. My old friend. Maybe I’ll give him some new piercings too.
Arms and legs extended to make a cross, dark hair hanging in his eyes after the struggle of getting him up there.
Granted, I didn’t do it by myself. It turns out the Devils own Leon is quite the sociopath.
The minute I talked about drugging Kaleb, Leon’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.
He ducked into his room only to come out with a sort of powder on a cloth for me.
Something deep inside told me Kaleb would come find me, so I hid in his building of horrors, waiting to pounce.
I wasn’t sure if it would work. But something about felling the huge man filled me with a sense of power so strong I could get high on it.
And having him in the same position as he had me makes me dizzy with the endless possibilities.
Because now I’m wondering if he’s the one who put all of those scars on Kai. Wondering if the marks I traced with my fingertips were caused by the one person who should be protecting him.
My stomach turns as pure fury floods my system.
I thought he was like me. Maybe he’s the opposite.
His dark eyes bore into me, and if he wasn’t strapped to the cross and completely vulnerable to me right now, I’d be terrified.
“So,” I croon to him, spinning my bat around, “this is what it feels like to be on the other side.”
Something about the way my words echo in this place is fitting.
For a second, I have to bite back my own laugh.
And not because I find any of this funny.
But because if someone had told me a month ago that I’d be willingly standing in Kaleb’s terrifying warehouse, looking at the most dangerous man I’d ever met strapped to his own St. Andrew’s Cross, I’d have called them crazy.
Life sure does have a twisted sense of humour.
“Where is Kai?” he murmurs, so quietly I barely catch it.
My face twist into a snarl. “Maybe in the room you just left. The one where you beat the shit out of him.”
The corner of his lip curves, but his eyes hold nothing but coldness.
“You know nothing, Roxanne,” he growls.
Scoffing, I tighten my grip on Kitty. “Then tell me.”
Because deep down, I want to be wrong. Deep down, there is something in Kaleb’s darkness that calls to me the same way Kai’s does.
That night he showed me how to kill Harrison. It made me feel bigger, stronger, and more alive than I thought possible. He gave me that, and I don’t want to lose it.
He just watches me.
It’s unnerving how still he is. Not fighting his restraints or yelling, the way Harrison did.
Instead, Kaleb studies me, as though he knows exactly what I’m going to do before I’ve even thought of it. It scares me as much as it excites me.
“I’ve seen his back,” I grit out, trying to push the pain from my mind. “I’ve seen the pain on his body. You expect me to believe you had nothing to do with that after what I just saw?”
His eyes harden on me. “I expect nothing from you.”
I take a step closer, until we’re barely an arm’s length apart, throwing Kitty to the ground. The clatter of wood on concrete is deafening. My hand slides into my pocket, and I pull out something more fun.
His pretty knife.
Smirking, I hold it in front of his face, clicking it open with a satisfying sound.
“I was so hoping you would decide to do this the hard way,” I murmur, biting my lip. “I’d much prefer to have my fun with you first.”
His jaw feathers, and I grip his shirt, bringing the blade to the material.
Glinting steel slices through it with ease, so sexy a shiver of arousal curls down my spine.
The black material flutters open, exposing his carved abdomen and smooth muscle.
His torso is a canvas of black ink and dark skin, and I ache to run my tongue through the dips and bulges of muscle.
Instead, I dig my nails into his abs and drag them over the hard planes, watching the muscles jump under my touch. He hisses through his teeth.
He glares down at me as my hand grips his belt buckle. Our eyes stay joined in a silent battle as I work it open. If he can guess what I'm going to do to him, he doesn’t say it. Doesn't show it.
That's fine.
I'll have him talking and begging any second now.
I learnt from the best, after all.
My smile curves bigger as I pop the button and slide the zipper open, yanking his pants and underwear down with one hand. From the way his legs are spread and strapped, I can barely work them to the middle of his thighs, but that's okay. That's more than enough for what I have planned.
His thick cock hangs heavy, and my mouth waters at the sight of him naked, strapped to the cross. It's unlike anything I've seen before.
Behind me, the door creaks open, and I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face, and my cheeks ache.
“Just in time,” I purr, winking at Kaleb before turning over my shoulder.
Just as I suspected, Kai steps into the warehouse. Looking nothing like the unravelled man I just walked in on.
“Hey babe,” I croon, pouring enough fake sweetness into the words so thick it’s practically dripping from my tongue. “Your brother and I are just having a little chat, aren't we, Kaleb?”
Patronizingly, I pat his chest, and he grunts.
Kai doesn't say anything. He walks to the middle of the room and leans against a workbench, watching us.
This is the fun part... the part I've been looking forward to. Bringing the knife up, I press it gently against his throat, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs just slightly.
“Any last words?” I whisper up to him. His expression never changes, but the icy promise in his eyes is enough to send a sick little thrill through me. “That's okay,” I fake pout, “you'll be begging any second now.”
I pull the knife away, closing it with a sharp click.
As powerful as I feel right now, I'm more than likely to cut myself waving a blade around.
Shoving it into my pocket, I drop to my knees.
My mouth fills with saliva just looking at his thick dick.
I grab it by the base, keeping my eyes on him the whole time, while I suck the tip into my mouth.
My tongue swirls against it, searching his slit for his taste.
I don't go slow. That’s not what this is about.
I suck him all the way to the back of my throat until I gag around him, trying to breathe through my nose to get him further down.
I swallow around the fat tip and push my face deeper onto his cock.
Refusing to close my eyes, I stare at him through my lashes, even when he grows blurry with my unshed tears.
His abs ripple with his restraint. Restraint that I'm going to snap like a fucking rubber band.
He grows in my mouth, hardening to solid steel. My hands work him in unison as I suck him down, slurping around his cock. I see the muscles in his jaw feather as he tries to hold himself back, but now his cock is rock hard, throbbing in my hand.
Veins wind around the thick length, shiny with my saliva.
He’s close. I can feel it. Can see it in the way his body goes taut. I know my blowjob skills are good, but the way he already looks like he can barely hold back has me feeling a little too triumphant.
Sliding my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I swallow him down again, pushing him as far down my throat as possible.
My body jerks with the force of my gag, a shudder rippling through me before I can stop it.
I can barely breathe, and for some reason, that makes me need to clench my thighs together to control my arousal.
A soft growl falls from him, and I know I've got him. I feel him pulse and throb against my tongue before I taste him. When he explodes inside my mouth, I almost come. His taste explodes over my tongue as I drink him down.
I want more... so I take more.
Although he's finished coming, I continue to suck. Harsh and rough, hollowing my cheeks out. His top lip curls, his muscles straining, but I don't slow down. Just like he didn't slow down for me when I was in his exact same position.
I seal my lips around him, continuing to suck him as his taste coats my tongue. At this point, it has to be painful. I don’t know much about overstimulation torture, but if it’s anything like I felt, then his pleasure is turning into pain.
Which is exactly what I want.
I wrap both hands around his base, twisting them around the saliva-coated cock as I suck his head as hard as I can. His hands curl into fists, the muscles in his arms rippling, his back arching off the cross.
My watery eyes are glued to him, drinking in the way his body trembles.
“Fuck!” he growls, and his head throws back.
He rewards me with another pulsing shot of cum, and I swallow it down like a greedy whore. His taste has me dizzy, and it takes me a second to remind myself what I’m doing here.
Standing up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, swallowing down his delicious taste.
“Had enough, big boy?” I croon.
He’s glaring again, but the cracks are beginning to show. His chest rises and falls, breaths quaking. The sight steals my focus. He looks vulnerable in a way I can’t imagine anyone has ever seen him before.
A man who runs in people’s nightmares, now fighting for control over his own body. And we are just getting started.
Because behind me, on his little table of torture, I have a fun toy waiting. Before he came, I rifled through his torture devices. These two have more sex toys than an adult shop, and I found one in particular that I couldn't wait to use.
Call me karma if you will.
Turning my back to him, my eyes find Kai’s. He hasn’t stopped me yet, and I have no idea what that means. I’m too far gone into whatever this is to stop. Too far lost in this show to turn back.
Striding over to the table, I wrap my hand around the toy and some lube. They have so much lube that it’s fucking worrying to see. Where are they putting things? And what are they putting in it?
I shudder to think of the less fortunate people who have been between these men.