Because S was so fond of me, and Richard, his brother, loved Dom. We knew there were other kids as well, but we were all separated in different places, so we never saw each other. However, at night, you could hear sobbing and cries, or smell the urine and sometimes a dead body. Mostly, kids didn't survive this life more than three-to-five years.
The idea of two more innocent children who were kidnapped or forced into this life made me want to slash all those fuckers with a knife and roar in rage and anger.
No.
I couldn't allow one more child to rot in this fucking hell. It would be better to kill them off myself than let one more boy go through this. This life was a fucking nightmare. Someone had to protect those poor kids who would come after us, and make sure the justice was done.
A fucking promise I intended to keep.
Sociopath
On your knees, boy.
A gasp left my lips as my eyes opened wide; my rapidly beating heart and sweaty body indicated yet another nightmare. The same scene, setting, and tormentor.
S.
No matter how much I tried to forget, no matter how much revenge I wreaked on those who deserved it, and how thoroughly I destroyed his organization piece-by-piece, I couldn't keep the nightmares at bay.
They weren't always vivid, but constantly present. I almost never got more than five hours of sleep, and I learned to deal with that shit. It made my business and me more efficient, so there was something good about it at least.
My feet touched soft carpet, and I was making my way to the bathroom to get my head straight and work on my latest victim and location, when I heard it.
A deep, terrified scream came from the room where my Sapphire was sleeping.
Without thinking, I rushed to her and opened the door wide. She was lying in bed, tossing around, her body covered in sweat, and she was mumbling something that was hard to understand. She had tossed the blanket aside, revealing the same clothes she wore during dinner.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I hopped on the bed and straddled her thighs. I pinned her hands on either side of her head and shook her hard. She woke up with a gasp, her beautiful blue eyes filling with confusion.
“Get off me,” she screamed, but I was having none of it.
She had nightmares. I had nightmares. Maybe it was time we healed each other.
I leaned down and kissed her hard, muffling another scream with my mouth.
It was deep. Punishing. Hot. Claiming.
Always fucking claiming.
My erection throbbed painfully, and I pushed it into her thigh. She gasped again, giving me easy entry to her mouth. My tongue sought hers, and we played out our own duel. There was no other feeling in the world like kissing her and having her in my arms. It was like tasting the most delicious wine or eating the best meal. My body was hot with need, something that never happened before. I wanted to let go of her hands, so she could touch me, learn my body like I craved to learn hers. Me, the man who never wanted women to touch me, to kiss me, or anything else.
As she started to respond to me, her body grew weaker and she stopped struggling. I felt her wet heat against my lower abdomen and almost moaned from the pleasure I was receiving. I let go of her arms and moved lower. I kissed her neck, sucking hard on the flesh. I wanted to mark her, so everyone, including her, knew who she belonged to. She moaned and arched from the bed as I shifted lower, ripped her shirt apart, and latched onto her soft, pink nipples that were now fully erect. I licked around the areolas, bathing them in saliva before I sucked on them hard.
She gasped once again, but with pain. I knew I was leaving bruises, but I didn't care. My hand slid down her stomach to her shorts and pushed them down, along with her panties. Finally, I reached her pussy and, fuck me, it was bare, sleek, and smelled delicious. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again. I trailed my tongue down her stomach, nipping slightly at her navel, and then I spread her legs on the bed. She was breathing heavily, and I could see the blush spreading on her beautiful porcelain skin. I nipped on the inside of her thigh then ran my tongue over it gently to remove the sting, and slowly turned my head to her heat just begging to be licked and touched. As I inhaled her aroma, she tried to close her thighs, which earned her a growl.
“Mine,” I said. She tried to say something, but it was lost in a moan when I lapped at her pussy then sucked her clit hard with my lips. There was nothing gentle about my assault on her soft flesh.
She was delicious, one of a kind, and I wanted to drown in her taste. My tongue moved lower to her opening and entered it. She raised her hips high. I pressed my hand on her stomach to steady her movements, and then mimicked the act of fucking with my tongue. She went wild under me. My thumb covered her clit as two fingers entered her. She was tight, although I didn't have to worry about her virginity. I made sure to check her personal history, even ex-boyfriends.