Page 14 of Breaking the Code

Yet, every moment that’s passed between then and now has only made the disgust grow. Every time he touched me, I fought puke and tears. Now, just being in the same room with him or even getting messages from him evokes that same feeling.

“Did you hear me, boy?”

I swallow. I know what getting dressed means. Samuel is taking me somewhere. I’m not allowed to leave the Order’s premises unless Owen or Samuel are with me. The first few times one of them took me out, I got excited, but that ended a long time ago.

Samuel only takes me off-premises for one of two reasons. To have me fuck someone over or for someone to fuck me over. The first one I don’t mind because my brand of fucking someone over doesn’t involve actually fucking. Me getting fucked over always does.

Plus, Samuel always makes sure an anniversary date is never fun. As if any time I’ve spent in his company is fun. No, nothing about Samuel is fun. It’s always nauseating, and anniversaries of the day I gave myself to him are usually painful and bloody.

My head flies backward, and I’m pulled to my feet by my hair. My naked back smacks into Samuel’s chest. The silk of his suit and tie and even the hand in my hair would feel amazing if it was anyone but Samuel.

His teeth bite into my shoulder. The pressure continues to grow until the muted feeling turns sharp enough to bring tears to my eyes. Warmth flows from the spot, trickling down my chest and back.

He twists my head around toward him and growls in my face. “I told you to get dressed, you fucking useless piece of shit. I suggest you do as you’re told, but please feel free to continue ignoring me. I so love seeing you bruised and bloody, as you well know.”

His lips and teeth shine with my blood. He loves biting me, even if he doesn’t always break the skin. The bruises are a source of pleasure for him. He likes pressing on them and trying to bite down on them when he’s taking me.

“I didn’t mean to disobey you, sir. I was in the middle of something for Owen and only wanted to finish,” I lie.

I know he won’t check, and even if he does, Owen will believe I was doing something for him. He likes it when I follow up on leads and give him information. For the most part.

There’s been a few times he’s had issues with me taking the initiative. Owen’s form of punishment is more in line with a backhand for a smaller infraction or a beating for a larger one. Unlike Samuel, Owen’s sexual proclivities don’t include boys or men who look like boys, because I know I still look like a teenager.

“We’ll see if Owen knows about the shit you’re working on later. Now do what I fucking told you to do. We have a flight to catch,” Samuel says, shoving me away from him.

A monitor wobbles and then crashes to the floor when the force pushes me into my computer desk. The edge of the desk bites into my hip painfully. Looking at the shattered screen, I knew Owen will exact punishment for that.

Hours later, I’m strung up in the bedroom on the private plane owned by the Order. I’m tired, thirsty, sore, bruised, battered, and bloody—brutally beaten and fucked mercilessly.

I’m also high as fuck.

I don’t know what Samuel gave me, but whatever was in that syringe, I’m floaty and happy. My skin feels like it’s crawling off my body. Energy rushes through my veins and has me rock hard, even though Samuel’s forced me through multiple orgasms.

Samuel stands over me. He’s stroking his cock. He’s come twice already, and that’s usually his limit for the night, but he’s still hard, and the evil glint in his eyes scares me. I know he’s not through with me.

I watch him smile as he circles me. The look is sinister and dark.

“You are so pretty when you’re covered in blood and cum, boy. And as stupid and insolent as you are and as much as Owen forced me to pay to keep you, I crowed to all who could hear when I claimed you as mine.”

I’ve heard it several times over the years. But when he continues, my blood runs cold.

“I’ve gotten an offer for you, though. One I don’t believe I’m going to pass up.”

My mind races.

Who would he sell me to?

Can I keep it from happening?

I’m zoned the fuck out trying to figure out what’s happening when fire erupts on my back.

“GAHHHHH!” I scream.

Tears and sobs burst from within. Pain screams through my body and I feel ravaged until it lessens and my mind can process thought again.

“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” Samuel says.

I suck in a breath, only for it to be swiped away again. His fingers trace over my back and the fire returns, licking at me and robbing me of breath and thought as I’m struck over and over.

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