Page 33 of Fractured Heart

His gaze meets mine and I can see the resolution in his gaze. “Yeah. I do give a shit about him and I know you do as well. He’s your family, he’s closer to you than a blood relative.”

“My tampon has blood on it and I still throw that shit away.” His face morphs into a picture of disgust at my metaphor. I groan and tilt my head back to stare up at the night sky but the moment his hands grip my waist, I snap my gaze back to him. I see the lust in his gaze lurking just beneath the surface and heat begins to pool inside my belly.

“I love you, Doxy, and it’s because I love you I am going to give you what you want. You can use my body to take the edge off but come tomorrow, I’m going after him because you may not admit it but I know you need him just as much as you need me.” I search his gaze looking for a sign of deceit or anger but I see nothing but understanding. He slowly trails his hands up my sides as he bends down and ghosts his lips over mine. “If you want me to stop, say the word.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe out. He slants his lips over mine and I open for him without complaint. I moan when the taste of him ravishes my system. I’m not the type of girl to go slow, not anymore. I grip the hem of his shirt and pull it off, breaking the kiss. I reach for mine but he grips my hands, halting my movements.

“No way, I am not taking the chance of one of those fuckers walking out here and seeing you naked.” I gape up at him.

“You do?—”

“I don’t give a fuck who has seen you naked before or how many, you’re our girl now and I will kill any fucker who sees you bare, got it?” My jaw unhinges at the same time my pussy clenches on air. “Lose the fucking pants, baby.” I shove my yoga pants down my legs and kick them to the side, hearing him so in control and aggressive is turning me on. “Lay down.” I do as he instructs and spread my legs. “Fuck baby, that pussy is perfect.”

“Taste it.”

His eyes blaze with need. “Not yet. I want you to touch yourself, can you do that for me?” I falter for a second, I’ve never actually done that before.

“I don’t know how.” His brows raise in surprise. Before I have a chance to feel nervous or embarrassed, he drops to his knees and runs his hands up my thighs sending a shiver down my spine.

“Pinch your nipples for me, baby.” I lift my hands and do as he says arching my back off the ground, that feels… good. “Now run your hands down your body.” I follow his instructions. “Now, circle your clit with your index finger.” I lick my lips and do as he says, a moan tumbling from me without consent. “Now, I want you to push your finger inside that perfect little cunt and finger fuck yourself while I watch.” His words have me growing slick with need. I circle my entrance, loving the way his eyes track my movements. He pushes his pants down and frees his cock. The moment I push a finger inside my pussy, he begins to stroke his cock.

“Hm,” I whimper before biting down on my lip to remain silent.

“Fuck no, I want to hear everything,” he snarls. I release my bottom lip and begin to pant as I work myself up. I circle my clit with my other hand as I continue to finger fuck myself. “Fuck, baby, you look so fucking hot playing with that beautiful pussy. Make yourself come, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you black out.”

“Oh fuck, Trey,” I cry out as I feel my orgasm cresting. He groans and drops his hold on his cock before smacking my hands away and slamming inside me in one swift move, causing us both to cry out.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight.” .

“Fuck me,” I plead. He does as he is told and thrusts inside me at a relentless pace. He lifts me and grips my waist.

“Fuck me,” he demands. I bounce up and down on his glorious cock, loving how deep he feels inside me.

“I’m gonna come,” I whimper, then his hold on me turns punishing as he meets me thrust for thrust. The orgasm rips through me without warning. I toss my head back and scream.

“Take it, baby, take it all,” he orders a second before he comes with my name on his lips. We’re both panting and trying to regain control of our bodies. “I love you, Doxy.”

The air rushes out of me as I stare down at him and shake my head. “Don’t waste your love on me. I’m not worth it and I will never love you back,” I say before climbing off his lap and pulling my pants on before heading back to camp.

I’ll never be weak, I’ll never give anyone that power again.

Xander

I grunt when another blow lands to my ribs. Karl stands at the back of the room smiling like he won the fucking lottery. I’m in the center of the room with my hands chained above my head, suspended slightly so only the tips of my boots touch the concrete floor, forcing my arms to bear the majority of my weight. They’ve worked me over pretty good, my face aching and I’m sure they have cracked a few of my ribs. I’m not dumb, I see the knives and tools that line the metal cart against the wall, they are just getting warmed up before the real fun begins.

“All you have to do is make a call, bring her here and return all those whores, then this will end. I’ll ship what remains of you back to that little prick. I’m not unreasonable, Alexander,” Karl taunts like he’s doing me a favor. Rather than answering, I look at the cunt who has been working me over and spit right in his face.

“Motherfucker!” he snarls, then lands a combo of jabs, kicks and even uppercuts me. I hang here limply, feeling every ounce of pain they have inflicted upon my body but still, none of this hurts worse than thinking about never seeing Waverly again. I hope Lakeland believes Trey and tells Knox she is alive. I know Wave hates him but Knox would come for her and give her the army she needs to take over Ireland.

“I think you hurt Fin’s feelings.” At the mention of the cocksucker's name anger swirls inside me. Karl laughs when he sees me shooting Fin a death glare, he’s one of the cunts that hurt Wave’s son. “He wasn’t the only one who got to play with your girlfriend, we all enjoyed her.” I look around the room, ten of the bastards are in here grinning. These are the last ones on her list. I know it without needing to hear their names, these cunts hurt my girl and for that, they will all fucking die, slowly. I will peel the fucking skin from their bones and have them begging for death.

“I’m going to give you all a chance. You can let me go now and I will end your miserable excuse of a life quickly or, don’t heed my warning and I’ll drag your end out slowly.” They all look around at each other, it takes a solid minute before laughter breaks out and I grit my teeth as all these motherfuckers brush off my threat.

“You think you’re getting out of here?” the cunt to the right of Karl asks. I keep my face blank of all the pain I’m feeling and put my gladiator mask in place. If they think they can beat me, torture me or break me, then they are out of their fucking minds, I have nothing left to break. The only thing they could break me with isn’t here, she’s safe and I know Trey will keep her away from here. I would never forgive myself if she was stupid enough to stage a breakout for me and she was captured. God, I would die a painful fucking death before I ever let these cocksuckers lay a single finger on her again.

“Clearly Fin knocked him too many times in the head,” Karl jibes, the rest of his followers cackle like a pack of hyenas. I remain stoic, still trying to give myself some time to figure a way out of here. I know I've been chained up for hours so it has to be close to dusk and surely these cunts have other shit they need to do. They must at least have damage control to do since Wave took out two more of their clubs. “Nolan, take Ed, Stephen and George and deal with the damage at Prime. Fin, take Frank, Len and Thomas and go check out the two clubs from last night. Ron and I will keep an eye on this leech.” They do as instructed but before they can leave Ron blocks the doorway and shakes his head.

“Don’t be rude, say goodbye to our guest,” he jeers. The men stand around and laugh for a second before focusing their attention on me. I brace myself for the pain that is about to unfold. The fuckers make a line and each take their turns inflicting as much pain as possible in the five second window they have given themselves before they leave the room. By the time the last one leaves the room I am nothing but limp weight in my chains and panting, barely hanging on to consciousness but I will not give them the satisfaction of passing out.

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