Page 47 of Calico Descending

The contact isn’t much, but it’s better than suffering in my bed alone.

A ding at the end of the hall tugs a gasp from my chest, and I watch, in horror, as it opens to reveal Medusa, glaring my way.

She storms toward me, but not before the pain pierces my belly, and I drop to the floor.

“Calithea!” Valdys pounds on the door, as if he would break through the iron.

“What are you doing down here?”

“Please …” When I glance up at her, a blur of tears distorts her form. “Don’t let them hurt me like Neela. Please, Elspeth. I won’t survive it.”

Nostrils flaring, she stands expressionless, then reaches for her walkie-talkie, presumably to alert Legion officers that I’ve breached security.

“Please.” My plea is weak with the pain.

She releases the equipment and sets her hand to the door.

Eyes closed, I breathe out a sigh of relief, trembling as I push to my feet, allowing her to pull me up by my arm. “Thank you,” I whisper. I suspect this will mean some form of punishment for her, though I can’t imagine what. The guards are hardly punished to the extent that subjects suffer the doctor’s wrath.

The door clicks open, and I fall into the awaiting arms of Valdys. Scooping my legs up, he carries me across his shadowy cell and sets me down on the bed. I don’t waste any time, and running my fingers over the stubble of his shaved head, I pull him to my lips. That spice and metal hits the back of my throat, watering my tongue, and I squeeze what little of his skin stretches over tight muscle, as I grip his bicep. I gasp when he pulls away and drags his nose over my body. Not with lust, but as if he’s investigating my body.

Searching for the scent of Cadmus on my flesh.

Hands at either side of his face, I shake my head. “We didn’t do anything.”

His brows lower, eyes darken to a cold and detached expression. Jaw tight and clenched, he grips hold of my shirt and tears it in half.

With a frown, I look down my body, where my breasts are on display for him, and I lift my gaze back to his. There isn’t a hint of remorse in his eyes, and as I scramble back against the wall, he yanks me hard, until I’m beneath him, and tears away my pants as viciously as my shirt.

“Valdys!”

I only manage to scream his name, before he slaps a hand over my mouth and gropes my breast, pressing his enormous erection against my swollen belly. Rough fingers push up into me, and I cry out against his palm, as he removes them quickly and smells his skin. Salty tears leak down my temples, and I catch a flicker of a frown dance across his face. Slowly, he removes his hand from my mouth.

“Please, Valdys. Not like this. Not for my first time.”

His brows wing up with the first evidence of shame, and he strokes his hand down my face. “I’m sorry.” His lips press to mine, and he gathers the scraps of my shirts to cover what little he can. “I’m sorry. I heard you … that night.” He trails his lips down to my neck. “I’ve been in hell ever since.”

“We didn’t do anything. I couldn’t. Not with him. Not when I wanted my first to be you.” The scar on his face passes beneath my thumb. “I only wanted you.”

His lips are gentle this time when they find my throat and my collarbone.

“It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“I know.” Crawling down my mostly naked body, he pauses at my belly to leave a kiss on my navel. “I’ll make it better. I promise.” On his knees, he grabs my thighs, and pulls me closer, until my legs are spread at either side of him. I should be embarassed to be in such a compromised position, but the anticipation, the promise of relief, has me slamming my head back into the mattress, arching toward him.

Pressure at my entrance eases to the smooth glide of his finger pushing into me. My mouth gapes, and I grab handfuls of his sheets at either side of me. I concentrate on the sensation of his thick finger rubbing against the walls, and his thumb massaging a sensitive spot where the lips of my sex come together. My thighs tremble with the urge to squeeze them together, the pressure in my belly winding up like an invisible string that tugs at my womb.

The room is quiet, aside from the humiliating wet sounds when he withdrawals and inserts his finger. My soft moans echo through his cell, and this seems to excite him, because he hastens his pace, grunting like that of an animal as he stares down at me, deliciously violating me with his fingers.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” His voice carries the awe of an artist, admiring his work.

As much as I enjoy his torment, the ache in my belly hasn’t yet subsided, and perhaps he sees the agony on my face, when he removes his finger. “I’m going to give you some relief, Cali. Are you ready?”

Eyes screwed with a wave of pain that draws my hips upward, I nod. “Please, Valdys. Make it stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

“I don’t think anything could be worse than this pain.”

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