“I want to taste you, devour you, and feel every part of your body,” he whispered heatedly.
He delved his tongue inside me, mimicking fucking motions while his hands raised my legs over his shoulders, his hands running over my smooth thighs. He shifted his tongue higher then sucked on my clit. My body twitched as electrifying pleasure consumed me, making me feel every nerve in my body.
“Like it, babe? Feel good?”
I moaned again as he pushed his finger inside while his mouth sucked my lower lips, one-by-one. The room was filled with my soft gasps and his sucking sounds.
Heaven.
“Delicious, you’re fucking delicious. I could spend days here.”
My body tensed as I slowly reached for my high. I heard the sloppy sounds of him jerking off, and then everything within me shattered as his fingers pushed inside and he sucked hard on my clit. A loud scream left my mouth as my body sagged back on the bed.
A loud scream of a name.
“Damian!”
He froze, and it took me a minute to understand why.
I screamed Damian’s name.
Oh, my God!
The minute the make-out session happened, I was far away from this room and this man, and deep humiliation ran through me.
Dominic stood up abruptly, his chin and mouth still wet from my essence. I rose from the bed and covered my breasts with a nearby blanket. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, and mortification hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Dominic,” I murmured, but he didn't want to listen to what I had to say. Without another word, he left the room, shutting the door loudly.
Sociopath
She fucking allowed him to touch her, shared her body, and enjoyed it. My punishment would be great and painful to her; her only saving grace was that she screamed my name. Tomorrow, she would be fucking mine, and then she would know to whom she belonged.
I stepped into the shower, took the soap, and scrubbed my body hard. The images of her naked on the bed, screaming in pleasure, made me hard.
She was magnificent, more beautiful than I imagined when she came, and without another thought, I grabbed my painful erection and squeezed it hard. I imagined her in the shower with me, against the wall as I fucked her hard without any barriers between us. She would be loud, wet, and mine. I would bite her hard to mark her as my own, and teach her that she could do anything she wanted in bed as long as I was the one sharing it with her. I came with a loud moan and punched the wall. Semen leaked down my body and it made me fucking angry. She was mine, and I was hers. Every part of me should belong to her, even the seed I was producing.
Tomorrow.
I would have her tomorrow.
My Sapphire.
Sapphire
What I’d done was mortifying. I came, shouting someone else’s name. Dominic’s brother’s name.
I don’t know how it happened. One moment, I was with him, and the next, when I closed my eyes, I saw Damian and imagined it was him touching me, licking me, and making me feel as though I was rising above the stars. His actions took me back to the perfect moment one year ago. My body still trembled from the sensations, and I touched my lips, which felt swollen. Dominic would never forgive me for this.
But the most terrifying thought was that I couldn't imagine it any differently. He gave me sweet and gentle, and I wanted rough and hard. Somehow, I imagined only Damian could give that to me.
I put my head down on the pillow and willed myself to sleep. Tomorrow, everything would be better. I would find a way to fix this, and then I would deal with the fallout of Sociopath.
Tomorrow.
I closed my eyes and let the oblivion of darkness take me.
“I’m afraid, Damian.”
“Don’t be, Dominic. That’s what they want.”
“I don’t think I can take it anymore.” His voice was low and weak; it filled me with despair. He was sick, and those bastards did nothing to save his life. He was coughing so loud that, half of the time, I had a problem understanding what he said. Usually if he was sick, they were here to help us.
Not anymore. We were fourteen, no longer kids. We weren’t that interesting for the buyers and those sick fuckers; they craved someone younger. Our bodies were too big, too masculine, and they didn't like the resistance we showed. They weren't asking us to suck them off anymore. They were afraid we would bite their dicks off.
Dominic was becoming weaker and weaker by the day, and his body had more bruises that weren't healing. Especially the large, angry red bruise on his back from the belt buckle; it concerned me the most, as it could fester. I was worried sick about him, although I learned worrying brought you nothing. They just waited for us to break and die in this hole.
That would never happen. I would do whatever it took to fucking survive. Then I would seek revenge.