Chapter Twenty #2
Nodding, I swallowed down the anxiety that gripped my chest. I couldn't find the words to express the mix of emotions that bubbled inside me.
It was no wonder they hated me, not only had I inadvertently caused Wasp's death, I'd also sent them to hell.
And now that I cared for Moth, like really fucking cared, it hurt even more.
“We had whip one another.” He shook his head slowly when I gasped. “Because we dared to question the leader at a meeting. All four of us stood to ask a question. When the leader avoided the first one, the second asked the same and so on.”
He chuckled then, his eyes lighting for a second. My heart ached at the simple pleasure they'd had to find in their torment. Clearly, they'd been subjected to hell, but they’d been too stubborn to be broken.
“We were called to the stage and forced to whip one another, in front of the whole family – that's what they called us all – a family.” He snorted. “With the things going on under the guise of spirituality, they were no family. A family doesn’t hurt one another that way.”
I held my stomach and blinked away the tears that stung my eyes. “That's so cruel.”
“When our backs were split open and bloody, they sent us to the leader’s house, to await him.” He cringed then, his body tensing. “He tied us to chairs and read to us from his own spiritual teachings. For six hours a day. With no food or water.”
“Six hours?” My eyes bulged. “How long did that go on for?”
It was almost as if he were telling me a plot to a book, explaining how the horror unfolded. Except, the four of them had actually gone through it in real life. No wonder they were cold and numb to the world.
Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled sharply, his bare chest rising. “Two weeks.”
“What?” My bark of surprise echoed around the room but he didn't jump.
He gave a resigned smile. “We all went a little mad.
We were forced to endure his voice for six hours before being allowed a drink and a snack.
He'd then perform some fucking weird ritual shit in front of us, having sex, getting a blow job, having a bath. He explained that he had all this pleasure because he did as his god told him. He was one sick puppy.”
“I'm surprised you didn't kill him.” My sentence was met with silence. “Oh.” Realization dawned on me as he grinned manically. “You have?”
His head shook slowly from side to side, that grin staying in place. “Not yet. He's number one. When he's gone…”
Frowning, he turned his attention from me and stared at his manacles, which he'd been twisting around his wrists.
My chest went tight and I struggled to breathe.
I knew what he'd been about to say… but I didn't want to accept it.
We had never planned to be with one another, and if Brandon had his way, we would be dead before that time.
However, everything in my being ached. For him, for what he'd been through.
Surely, he deserved a chance at happiness.
Choosing to ignore the unspoken end of his sentence, I rubbed my neck, cringing when the chains clunked against my breasts. His gaze flicked to them, and he positively smoldered at me, far too enticing for me to ignore.
“Don't look at me like that,” I murmured.
“Like what?”
My skin tingled as his gaze roamed over me. “Like you want to eat me.”
Shrugging, he tilted his head to the side. “What can I say? I'm hungry. I could feast on you right now.”
Heat warmed my skin and I tried to look away from him. Except, I couldn't. His haunting eyes delved into my soul, causing havoc with my body and my mind.
“Well,” I said, shifting my legs to open them. “Come and get it.”
Biting my lip, I fluttered my eyelashes at him. If we were stuck in one another’s company, why not have some fun?
A growl rumbled his chest and he bared his clenched teeth. “I want to suck you and bite you.”
“Bite me?” Oh wow, he was fucking hot when he talked dirty.
“Just a nibble, on your pussy lips.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled loudly.
“To really taste them. I'd pinch your tits, rolling your nipples between my thumb and finger until you're so fucking wet… I’d pin you against the bars, lift your leg and push my cock inside you as far as it will go.
You'll be dripping and I'll slide straight back out, twisting you until you’re on your knees, ass in the air in front of me...”
He paused and I moaned, grinding my hips up and down on the floor. Moth’s eyes were so hooded, they were almost closed. “Lift up your skirt,” he ordered.
Freezing, I stared at him, my mouth partially open. Was he leading us down this path? It hadn't even crossed my mind. And yet, the thrill of it shuddered through me.
“Only if you unbutton your jeans,” I replied, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “I want to see you.”
He gave a wry smile and his brown eyes widened for a moment. “As you wish.”
He got to his knees, anticipatingly slowly, and popped his top button before drawing his zip down. I got into the same position and lifted my skirt, showing him my lacy panties and fishnet tights.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked, my voice shaky.
His expression stayed the same, dark and erotic as he pushed his jeans and briefs down to his mid-thighs, revealing his hard smooth cock, which stood facing me.
My knees went weak, but I kept my composure, ready to meet him step by sexy step. Feeling under my skirt, I tugged my fishnets and panties down to my knees, shivering when his gaze traced every movement, his lips opening slightly.
“Sit back,” he requested, his breath coming in long slow huffs. “Push your clothes to your ankles and then spread your legs so I can see you.”
Oh fuckity fuck. When we'd had sex before, it had always been quick and satisfying. Weirdly, this was much more intimate.
The cold concrete smarted my butt as I sat down and tugged my clothes to my ankles. Leaning against the bars, I took several deep breaths.
“Do it, Sunshine, show me that glistening pussy.” His gravelly voice rumbled.