CHAPTER 12
We’re surrounded by darkness.
Ivy whimpers beside me. Her hand in mine squeezes, nails digging in while she tries to find the will to remain calm.
I hate it.
Hate every goddamned thing about this situation.
“Love, I need you to—”
“Things can change in the blink of an eye. Don’t tempt a faithful sinner.”
No need to decipher that. She wants us compliant and mute.
“If you understand, nod.” Another clue. They can see us even if the room is bathed in black. I feel the minute shift of the mattress beside me. Ivy is agreeing and I follow. “Such well behaved pets. So eager to please . . .” the voice trails of while others chuckle.
Arseholes. Each and everyone of them.
Once more the room’s temperature drops. Cooler air circulates from the vents twenty feet above us. A whooshing sound that doesn’t cover the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer.
Fuck. Someone’s in here. At the foot of the bed. I can feel their presence all around us.
My fists clench, the hand holding onto Ivy’s crushing hers under the bloody pressure. My poor girl is breaking beside me and I feel helpless. One wrong move on my behalf could mean her death.
With my thumb, I trace the words I’m here onto the top of her hand. It’s the most I can do. Just let her know that I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes to protect her.
Love you, she traces back and my heart thumps harshly inside my chest. And I know she does. Deep inside her.
She always has, even if she’s stupidly convinced herself that what she feels for me is friendly love and nothing more.
“Sit up.”
Do it, I trace on her hand again and I feel her move. She shifts beside me, her side rubbing against my arms while she follows my direction. I follow suit. Skin to skin, we sit and wait.
Ten seconds. Thirty. Two minutes and nothing.
On minute five from my count, I hear it . . .
Harsh breathing meets my ears now. As if someone is intaking air through a mask.
Hiss in. Hiss out.
“Who’s in here?” I demand, the words slipping through my lips before I can stop it.
“Tsk, tsk, Noah. Thought you knew better than to push the woman who holds your beloved’s life in her hands.”
Immediately following her words, I feel a pin prick. A tiny pinch right beneath my jaw. My hand comes up to the side of my neck at the same time Ivy gasps.
She jerks back into me, her body now turned and practically atop of mine. Every delicious inch.
Get it together mate. Now is not the bloody time.
Shivers take over her frame, and each one makes me feel off. Not in a bad way, but the effect is powerful.
Magnified.
Beneath her heat, I twitch.
I want to open my eyes and see her. To admire her like this. But I can’t.
Sobs erupt from deep within her chest. My hands reach up and pull her shaking form into my own, rubbing soothing circles over the lower expanse of her back. She’s so soft. Warm.
Acting on instinct, Ivy nuzzles my cheek. “I’m scared,” she whispers, her tears now becoming sniffles. Goosebumps erupt across her flesh and she burrows deeper into my embrace. Arches into my touch. “You feel safe.”
“And you feel like perfection.” Shite, I’m hard. Throbbing beneath her to the point of pain.
“It’s near impossible to keep you two apart.” Those words bring everything back to the forefront. What did they do to us? “But I love you like this. Oblivious to the world around you. To who’s watching.”
Shivers race up my doll’s tiny frame, but they aren’t followed by any signs of fear. No. Not this time.
It’s lust that permeates from her every pore. Careless, she gyrates over me, seeking what I’m fucking dying to give her.
“What’s happening to me?” No more whispers. Just whimpers, desperate little sounds that settle on the engorged tip of my dick, and send electrical shocks of want throughout every nerve ending in my body.
“You were drugged, doll. I took away your inhibitions. Your will to defy me.”
“What did you put in our system?” Motherfuck, my heart’s racing. Breathing in deep, I try to find my zen. To focus and regain control, but Ivy’s sweet floral scent invades my senses and I groan.
Dear God, I want her.
It’s all I can think about.
She’s right here in my lap.
“Open your eyes and thank me.”
Sluggish, I’m slow to blink away the effects of being cut off from one of my senses. Takes a minute, but I do start to become aware of my surroundings.
First thing I notice is that it’s no longer dark. Every single light is turned on.
Second thing is my girl on my lap. Naked and afraid, but her desire for me is overriding everything else.
And third . . .
Fuck me. Six men all dressed in black surround the bed. Masks on their faces hide their identities—explains the almost robotic breathing I detected earlier.
From head to toe they resemble militia soldiers. Mercenary killers with their weapons pointed at us.
Fucking AKs.
The final proof. This entire “game” is a large scale operation. Whoever is behind this, they have money.
They have power.
Suddenly, the most likely scenario screeches through my head—this has to be an underground sex trafficking ring. Or at the very least, something close to it.
I’ll bet my fucking life that whoever is watching us paid to see this all happening.
A live sex show, torture display, and mindfuck all rolled into one.
Ivy finally notices the six men standing before the bed. At first, her eyes widen with fear. Then, I see the plea overcome her expression.
“Please. They’ve kidnapped us. Help us.”
My poor doll. There’s a reason I didn’t even try.
As evidenced by the fact that none of those men move a single muscle at her begging. It’s simple: they’re paid not to care.
Our captor laughs. “Noah, she’s adorable. No wonder you’re dying to shove your cock into her.”
I clench my jaw so hard my teeth almost crack. Don’t react. Ignore what she says. But bugger all, no one is allowed to talk about Ivy like that. No one. I add this transgression to the long list of reasons why one day I’ll have my hands wrapped around that cunt’s neck.
“Now, as for your reward . . . I think a warm shower will suffice. Take it as a generous offer from your host.”
Generous. I almost scoff at her audacity, but Ivy’s firm squeeze to my arm keeps me in check. It’s ridiculous, we both know this, but better to play along for now than end up dead.
This might just help me find that bloody exit. Pinpoint our route toward an escape.
“Aren’t I the sweetest?”
More like a fucking lunatic, but we remain mute. Wasn’t a question anyways and I’ll be damned if I toot her horn.
“Both of you stand.”
Immediately I look down toward my girl’s lap. My cock twitches—two violent jerks against my abs at the sight that greets me.
Ivy is bare from the waist down, the top of her mound just visible from my view point.
Fuck. It hits me then.
For a moment, I push back the fog of lust I’m under. I don’t give two shites about my nakedness, but six men are just standing there.
Six men that are going to get to see what’s mine.
Ivy, apparently realizing how foolish it was to try and garner any sympathy, eases off me. As soon as she’s standing in front of the bed, a red haze covers my vision.
Whatever they injected us with this time is too much—much stronger than what we woke-up still high on before. As soon as the anger begins rising in my system, another huge wave of arousal follows on its heels.
My body is responding as if on autopilot. I blink once and I’m on the bed; the next I’m partially standing in front of her. Covering as much of her nakedness as I can.
I’m a fuming, throbbing, pre-coming mess as I try to regain control and assess the situation. Trying to decide which arsehole to attack first incase shite goes south quick.
Her body presses against mine and she sighs. A sound I’ve heard come from her mouth a million and one times.
I’ve always been the person she finds comfort in.
Drunk, angry, or happy; I’m the one she comes too.
But then again, at the moment she can’t help herself. Not when the chemicals running through her system crave human contact.
Designed to make you feel happy—aroused, and inhibited.
I’ve partied enough to recognize what they injected us with. These buggers hit us with a form of ecstasy, but stronger. Works faster and last longer.
This second dosage confirms as much.
“The bra off, Ivy. Now.” A loud rumble makes it’s way up my chest and I bare my teeth. Like an animal, I coil my body poised to strike. “Behave, Noah. Let my little pet show off her curves. Your audience just wants a taste of her attributes.”
“It’s okay.” Ivy pulls on my arm and I half turn. Not fully. Just enough that my eyes land on hers, but I’m still in the guard’s direct line of sight. “Don’t anger her. Focus on me . . .” she reaches a hand up and cups my jaw “. . . help me get through this.”
Nodding, I nuzzle her hand. “Whatever you need, doll. Just tell me.”
“Unhook it for me. My arms feel a bit heavy,” she breathes out, the huskiness in her tone unintentional.
I know this, but it doesn’t dilute her effect on me.
Also concerns me.
She’s always been a slight, little thing. Curvaceous, yet petite in stature. If her dosage was the same as mine, she’s sure to be feeling as if everything around her is out of control.
Every touch is erotically blissful and a tad bit painful.
“Turn around, Ivy. Let me help you.”
“Help her, Noah, but nothing more. There will be no extra touching until I say. Nothing more than necessary.”
A barely perceptible nod is all I offer in response. My focus was set on the pretty eyes begging for my help. Protection.
Don’t leave me alone with them. They beg and I will not let her down.
Ivy gifts me a small smile and turns around. It’s her way of offering comfort. Appreciation.
Her strawberry blonde hair drapes down her back. All loose curls and waves. Beautiful.
Stepping closer, I reach out and sweep the strands over her shoulder. Trace the strap on the right side of her back with the tip of my finger all the way to the clasp.
With one hand I squeeze the enclosure together when the speaker crackles once more...
“Disobey me, and she will be sent to shower elsewhere with my guards as watch.”