CHAPTER 13
“Absolutely fucking—”
“Okay,” Ivy speaks over me, her voice sure and steady. Immediately, I look her way, study her expression; she’s staring ahead, ignoring me. “We’ll listen.”
“Baby?” Reaching for her hand, I unclench her fists. “What if they hurt you?”
Electricity—pure passion scorches my veins at the simple touch. Fuck me. I could say it’s all the drugs, that this demonic desire is all their fault, but that is a shite lie.
Complete and utter bollocks.
No. It’s her. Me. That magnetism that resides between us.
“They’ll kill us if we don’t listen, Noah. Please. For me . . . just don’t fight them.”
“I’d die before anything happens to you.” Pulling her closer, I breathe her in. Take her decadent scent into my lungs and groan.
“I know,” she whispers, a harsh shiver racing up her spine. Her body’s reaction only heightens my own.
Her nipples tighten into stiff peaks.
My mouth waters.
“Final warning. Close your eyes.”
Ivy gives me a small smile before doing as she is told.
A lone tear falls from her eye and I reach out to wipe it away, but they stop me. The cocking of their weapons forces me to drop my hand and admit defeat.
They won this round.
I close my eyes.
It’s amazing what happens when one of your senses has been taken away. Everything around you heightens, becomes more. Hearing and smell become your new guides. Add to that my over-sensitivity due to the drugs pumped into us and I’m on high alert.
The guards move closer to us. Their heavy combat boots sound like the echo of a gunshot. Too loud within the confines of this room.
A series of clicks follow a moment later from the speakers. A pattern . . . a . . . command?
Morse code?
Holy . . . fuck.
Two arms grab me from opposite sides and my immediate reaction is to jerk back. One guard stumbles while the other grunts. The only sound they’ve ever made.
“Do not resist, Noah. No one will hurt her . . . ” She trails off and in my mind I hear the word yet.
In other words: not unless I force their hand.
Ivy whimpers somewhere to my right and that sound freezes me. Tears at my insides. It’s a call for me to help. To not play into what they want. To stop.
So I do. And it takes every muscle in my being not to fight back. Kill them for looking at what has always been mine.
A blindfold is tied around my head. With arms pinning me in place, I let them turn me in two full circles, disorienting me. Not sure if I’m facing the bed or the sliding wall that showcased Anne’s demise.
Every muscle in my body coils tight—I’m an animal poised to attack—yet I let these handlers place a blindfold over my eyes and lead me forward with my arms behind my back.
I count the steps. Fifteen away from the bed, but I can’t quite decipher in which direction.
A mechanical hiss follows after we stop. The sound of a pulley system, the sliding of two objects away from each other.
These arseholes are blocking us from seeing the exit. A not so gentle push and we cross some kind of threshold, walk a few feet down a corridor and into another room. Somewhere, not too far from me, Ivy follows.
Her sweet scent infiltrates my nose inside the new space.
The blindfold is ripped off my face. Before I can fully open my eyes, bright lights come on. I can barely make out just the edge of a white wall.
“Just a few more step, pets. Your reward is oh so close.” At her admission a few chuckles follow, our audience almost applauding her generosity.
Metal digs deep into my back and I stumble forward, but my hands land on something solid. A wall.
Where in the fuck are we?
And then water.
“Shite.” Cold water meets my skin and I flinch back. Step away and crash into another body. Softer. Feminine. Ivy.
My body takes in the heat from hers, no longer caring about the now warm water. All I can concentrate on is her. My senses are on high alert.
Predator stalking prey as I walk us backwards. One hand out incase she slips or we bump into another wall.
“Noah?” Ivy cries out, but it’s not fear. No. She knows it’s me. My hands over her soft skin.
Fuck. She looks delicious. “I’m right here, love.”
“I do rather enjoy how consumed you two are with each other.” There’s a united chorus of agreement that comes through the speaker. And yet, I know deep in my gut that this isn’t a compliment. Far from. There’s a silent edge to her tone that worries me. This delusional cunt wants us dead. That is the end game. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, but don’t worry, I’ll make it enjoyable. After all, you’ve become my favorites.”
“What more can you possibly take?” I ask, arms wrapping around a trembling Ivy, all the while ignoring the implications of her last statement.
Become her favorites? How many have there been?
How many are there now?
The feel of Ivy’s bare breast brushing against my chest brings me back to the present. Away from dangerous thoughts. It sends tingles up my spine; an electrical current that settles on my heavy balls and I groan.
“Everything,” Our captor’s reply is simple, and yet, I feel as though she’s just detailed her entire plan. I’m lost between moments of heightened arousal and these threats. Confusion is an arsehole and these people are banking on these emotions to fuck with us.
This woman—these people know us.
“It hurts,” my girl moans low, pressing herself closer. Rubbing her every curve against my solid muscles. “God, make it go away. Need you.”
It’s heaven and hell. At the very least, her mind isn’t focusing on the men with us. How their guns are aiming toward our bodies waiting for a signal to shoot.
“Now, take the blindfold off Ivy and take care of that sweet, little thing in your arms. Wash your DNA off her skin.”
Without another prompt, I focus on Ivy’s face.
She’s absolute perfection. Small. Delicate. With curves that don’t make a lick of sense with her size.
An exotic doll with a hint of depravity lying just beneath the surface.
I swear on my life I’ll uncover every inch.
“Go on, love. Let me see your eyes.” Small fingers leave my chest and travel up to her face. She pulls off the fabric and peers up at me from beneath long lashes. Her eyes are heavy lidded, lip caught between her teeth.
Reaction is automatic. Can’t control it even if I wanted to.
I lean in and capture the abused flesh and stroke it with my tongue. My hands, fuck, they wander lower. Down her back and over the ridge of her spine. Memorize each indentation while leaving a silent promise that one day I’ll worship them.
How I touch her this time isn’t gentle.
Ivy whimpers, tongue chasing mine, and I swear my cock starts leaking cum.
“Step beneath the water, children, and bathe. Wash each other, but don’t you dare come. Don’t force a strike two so early in your stay.”
A giggle escapes Ivy, throwing me off. How can she find any of this amusing? Some of my own cloudiness tapers off for a minute and I look at her.
Really look.
Her pupils are so fucking large. It scares me. What if they miscalculated whatever dose of the drug they injected her with? My heightened senses seem to pulsate with fear and desire. With shaking hands, I cup that beautiful face, my bloody heart aching.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I demand in a rough voice.
She whimpers, shaking like a scared kitten, but then she moves even closer, bodies pressing . . .
“Noah.”
Fuck. Me.
“Only washing each other. If either of you gets off without permission again, the punishment will be beyond severe. I promise you that.”
Swallowing thickly, I ease away from Ivy. She whimpers at the loss of me; I’m not much better. My breathing is rapid. Loud, even to my own ears. Looking around, I spot a shelf built into the wall behind me. On it, there’s an assortment of body washes.
No sponges. No cloths.
They want me to use my hands.
My pulse pounds in my cock. My fucking hands are shaking as I grab one of the bottles and pour the creamy liquid onto my palm. When I turn, Ivy’s dilated eyes are focused on my hands.
She knows what comes next.
God, my balls are so fucking tight, on the verge of blowing. Just looking at those drops of water sliding down her firm, round breasts fucks with my drugged mind. One drop clings to her pink, pouty nipple. “Shite, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Her brow furrows. She’s looking at me with that same fear I feel—the knowledge that neither of us is getting through this shower without losing control. Her whole body is trembling, and fuck, I knew her pussy would be waxed. Bare.
Lucious.
“Now, Noah.”
I don’t dare disobey. Teeth grinding, I approach Ivy, rubbing my hands together and spreading the lather. Once I’m in front of her, I have to look away from her eyes.
There’s no way I can see her expression as I touch her.
Jesus, it’s bad enough when I place my hands on her shoulders, slowly sliding them down her arms, and she mewls under her breath.
My eyes close. Her skin feels even softer beneath my hands; maybe it’s the water, the soap . . . or maybe it’s the narcotics in my fucking veins.
Maybe all those years of wanting her have finally caught up to me.
Either way, I’m losing it. So much so that I’m trembling from head to toe as I soap up the top of her chest, then move down her sides. Can’t touch her breasts unless I’m commanded to. Can’t risk it.
I’ll slam her against those tiles and fuck her senseless.
Ivy squeezes her eyes shut, biting that plump bottom lip so hard. Her entire body is shivering from my touch.
Once her waist is soaped up, I take a slow, deep breath, and ease down onto my knees. Too late I realize the miscalculation I’ve just made. That bare, soft pussy is now in my face. Swallowing again, I slide my hands down her hips, down the front of her thighs . . .
Ivy chokes on my name, her hips rocking toward me.
Hissing, I sink my nails into the sides of her thighs. “Stop . . .” clearing my throat, I manage to force out, “. . . offering it to me.”
She bites down on her knuckle, eyes still closed. “S-sorry. It’s just that you feel . . . you feel . . .” Panting, she leans her back against the tiles. “So good. Noah.”
On my knees, water pounding on my back, I close my eyes, lower my head, and literally pray.
“Who said you could stop washing her?”
I continue down Ivy’s legs, trying to ignore her small whimpers. The way her breath hitches.
Lord help us, because I know our captor wants us to fail, but if I’m told to wash Ivy’s pussy, it’s over. I won’t be able to deal.
I take my time at her feet, trying my best not to tickle her. With the drugs heightening her senses, and how ticklish she already is, I’m not surprised when she starts wiggling.
But, holy shite, she starts giggling too. That sexy, teasing little laugh that turns me on so fucking much.
The tip of my dick literally aches with the need to come. Just as I think that maybe it’s finally over, that I can finally ease back, our captor comes back over the sound system.
“Now you wash him, Ivy.”
“I can’t handle her touch!” I snap, knowing that my comment will fall on deaf ears. They don’t care that I’m about to lose my shite. That my body and my mind can’t take anymore of this.
“You will, because her safety matters more to you than any agony I can ever put you through.”