I sit in front of Zane, his eyes avoiding me. He seems different, I know he said no, but his knuckles are bleeding and need sorting. I sit and wipe them, waiting for them to explain why they killed Paul. He was trying to help me. To them, though, they thought it was payback.“Look, the plan was we get answers without hurting them, then Gunner got to have fun with him in the playroom until he gave in and died. Unfortunately, he went too far, Zane lost it, and now he’s dead,” Dante says, and it is strange. He hates me, but he is talking to me now. I have a feeling it is to do with Zane. If it wasn’t for Zane, Dante wouldn't be sat here right now speaking to me.He still didn’t deserve to die, even if he went too far.“So, what did he do?” I look between them, waiting while I clean Zane’s knuckles.“Made out like he had fucked you over and over.” Gunner smiles. “He claims it was amazing, so what, did you just forget, or was he that bad you didn’t want to admit it?” He laughs, looking at
I feel her mouth against my ear, but I feel powerless. How the hell is that right? I try to close my eyes, counting down from ten, just to keep my mind in a safe place. My body tenses as I feel her teeth scrape against my ear.“Don’t you want to know how it would sound me screaming your name?”I feel her hands run down my body. She’s stupid and playing a dangerous game. I go to say her name, but she continues.“How powerful would it feel, Zane, to be the first guy to make me scream like that, to be the first guy to give me that sort of pleasure?”Shit. Counting is no longer working. I can feel my cock pushing against her stomach. She is that fucking close.“How would it feel, Zane, to know for your entire life that you were the first one to do it? The first guy to give me that pleasure, to know that every time I think about the first time, it’s you, here, fucking me.”I move, spinning around with her in my arms. My body pinning hers against the wall. I lift her and she wraps her legs
I feel shaking, something shaking and waking me. Opening my eyes, I turn and see Zane asleep. It is him that’s shaking. He is sweating and having some sort of dream. Small whimpers escape his lips as he calls for his mother. Mover closer to him, I move my hand slowly. Reaching his torso, I let my fingers tenderly caress him, trying to soothe him from the dream that’s holding him captive. I glance at his chest and see the burns, actual burns. They only add to his beauty.I want to know how it happened, but I know he won’t tell me. I know he will hate knowing that I looked, that I touched him. So I decide to try and help him out of the dream that’s making his body tremble, then I will turn around. I cuddle closer to him, my fingers stroking along his chest. Ages seem to pass, and I feel my eyes slip close as I fall asleep.I smile, feeling a hand stroke along my back, slowly squeezing my ass before releasing it. A moan escapes my mouth. I push myself closer to him, happy to have Zane’s
It’s been a long day. Me and Dante have found a few guys so far involved with Paul and one who stupidly left evidence of his involvement. I sit in the corner and watch as Dante talks to him, asking questions. This is just a warm-up. That’s how I see it, anyway. Dante asks questions, trying to find more links and anyone else involved. Then they go to my room.I sit quietly, watching as this idiot spills everything. He’s used to Jamie, that much is clear. He’s from Solace City and has only heard of us, so he is all too happy to agree and comply. He clearly thinks if he does, it will save him. It won’t though; he was a fool for thinking that. How could it? He knew and he was going to fly the plane. That 40k for Paul was actually 20k, split between the two of them. Neither of them is coming back.Sitting here, though, I listen to every word, how Paul was planning to kill Emmi and dump her body in our city and then they would fly out of the cities and disappear. I have questions, though, s
I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers.“By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person!“I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?I walk over and pick up a dagger I like. It is one I would love to keep. I play with it in my hands and smile.“Aim for anywhere other than his foot or shoulder. I already got them covered.” Gunner explains.I look between him and the guy. “Erm, can I just watch for now?” I don’t want to go torturing a guy.“Of course, little kitten, you decide what to do in this room tonight.” He says that, yet if I tell him to let this guy go, will he listen? I watch as he picks up a dagger. Sitting next to
“Sex isn’t everything, as you will soon find out. All the things that come before sex can be just as wild, fun, and create as much pleasure. Of course, you had all that, so you were never fully missing out.” He smiles at me.“Erm…” I laugh slightly. He has it wrong. “Yeah, you see, that never happened either. Very few people were willing to even kiss me, and believe me, I tried with women as well.” I did. Women are just as fun as men.“I thought you had done things, just never sex?” His head tilts slightly as he looks at me, confused. “So last night with Zane?” He’s clearly having a hard time believing it.“Was the first time ever.” I shrug slightly. “There were cameras throughout my room, with just the one blind spot, which is how I managed to keep the money hidden.”“Wait.” He puts his hand up and laughs slightly. “So even by yourself, you’d never done anything like that?” Okay, now he is looking at me like I am crazy. I’m not crazy; I just never had the privacy to do it. Even my ba
I spend the day working, although my mind can’t focus on it. How could it? Emmi went with Gunner into that room, and every part of me wants to go and check she is okay. I can’t though, it would be like saying I don’t trust him. If it got too much, surely, she would walk out? But I can’t stop the worry, the fact it is nearly midnight, and there has been no sound. She isn’t meant to do this. I was expecting a woman who was weak, afraid, and hiding away.She walked in that room with Gunner like it was nothing. Like watching him carve a guy to death is fun. Sure, it is, but she isn’t meant to feel that way. Adelia hated it. She told our father repeatedly that she would never stand by and watch as he hurts a man. She would scream and freak out if it happened in front of her.Not Emmi, though. No, she is in there and has been for hours. She hasn’t tried escaping for a quick break. I’m trying to find a reason, an excuse or anything to make her look weak. To keep her pushed out because lettin
I feel like crap. Sure, Dante tells me that the argument wasn’t over me, but I heard my name. I don’t fit in anywhere or belong anywhere. After finishing putting my clothes back, I strip and climb into bed. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling, and I can’t help but wonder how different my life would have been if I was a man.“Hey.”I turn, hearing Zane. I watch as he walks towards me, sitting on the bed.“I’m sorry for shouting at you. That was wrong. I was just having a bad day. I’m sorry, Emmi, I shouldn’t have done that.”He doesn’t need to apologise. “It’s fine, I get it. Everything has changed. Everyone has been forced to accept things they don’t want.”“I am happy with you being here, Emmi.” He smiles.“You may be, but even I can tell Dante doesn’t want me here.” I don’t belong anywhere right now.“This isn’t the woman who was in the room with Gunner. What's up? Something is wrong, and don’t say it’s because Dante doesn’t want you here.” He looks at me, waiting.Hell, what is the is