Page 106 of The Masks She Wore

?It was such a simple comment, but why her? Rae hadn’t talked to everyone that night, she hadn’t seen everyone, I was sure of it, so why did Mrs. Delcott stand out to her? “Someone tried to poison you that night,” I explained softly. It was a curious thing, the mind. Especially when exhausted. Normal defenses were down, things tended to drift to the surface without meaning too. This could have been one of them.

?Or it could have been a random thought from an exhausted mind.

?This was Rae though. Even in her exhaustion, she had proved to be intelligent, observant. I had to take it all into consideration.

?She didn’t react, probably too exhausted to do so. “The drink I spilled.”

?“They put something into it, Zo watched them. She saw someone with a white mask poison your drink.”

?When she didn’t respond, I looked down. “Why does it matter that you didn’t see Mrs. Delcott?” I understood it wasn’t just physical. If she was tortured, then pushing her this far probably took a deeper toll on her than I had originally thought. That didn’t mean I would necessarily stop, I would just change directions with certain things.

?“Mrs. Delcott knew my mother,” she answered easily. “They worked together, or so I was told,” she finished bitterly, sliding her hand over my thigh.

?I adjusted myself, spreading my legs a little more unable to help myself. “Who told you that?” If she wanted to touch me, she could touch me however and whenever she wanted. So long as she understood what it would bring if she pushed it enough.

?She slid her hand towards my knee as far as she could reach before pulling it back to my upper thigh, causing my eyes to roll back, my cock to throb.

?Fuck, here I was, trying to be good, and she was unintentionally earning herself another little session.

?Her body tensed a little and she shook her head, pressing her nails into my thigh. “It’s…um…” A shudder fell through her, and she immediately slid her hand up to my cock. “I want more,” she whimpered. “Please.”

?I leaned back and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at me, her eyes red, her lips still swollen. “Tell me who told you that.”

?Her nails dug deeper into me, her thighs clenching, her shoulders curling in. She looked from my eyes to my lips and back. “You can take whatever you want, but I can’t?” she frowned, releasing my cock. She tried to shove herself away, but I jerked her back, trapping her on my lap, confused why the shift.

?“If you answer the question,” I bargained, watching her pupils dilate, “I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it.”

?Brainwashing via torture was brutal. It was horrible and ruthless, and shattered a mind in ways nobody in the world could comprehend.

?During the Program, we were put through days of torture, weeks. All of us. It was brutal and unrelenting, and it shattered us physically, but mentally? I never broke. Not once. I had no idea what it would have taken for me to be brainwashed into believing something they wanted me to believe, but I knew it was more than what they had done to me.

?Whatever they had done to Rae, it was still happening. Every single day she suffered, she just didn’t know it, not until she was this tired, this spent, or her mind was on the right kind of drugs.

?She licked her lips, her eyes falling to my lips again. “Even if I just want to kiss.”

?I gave her a soft smile, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “Even then, Princess.” Someone had pushed her to the point that, if asked the right questions, her mind started rejecting everything. She deviated, changed the subject. Anything to get out of the uncomfortable situation happening inside of her. Something she probably wasn’t completely aware of. She didn’t know that she was changing the subject, she was programed to do it.

?My biggest concern was; was it always sex? If Zo pushed her, if some guy from the club pushed her, would she offer sex as a reprieve? And if so, what thefuckdid they do to her to get her to this point?

?Her throat bobbed, her lips parting, her hand finding my shirt, gripping into it, her body melting into mine as she leaned in, only for meto stop her.

?Fuck, if only she knew how addicted I was to those pretty lips of hers.

?“Tell me,” I requested softly. “Who told you that?”

?Her head twitched, her body tensing. After a second, she closed her eyes, her face twisting as she tried to remember. It caused a physical reaction, why wouldn’t it?

?She shook her head, her forehead falling against mine, a whimper escaping her pouted lips. “Jack, please,” she pleaded, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt. “Please. Please just kiss me,” she breathed out. “Kiss me. I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”

?My eyes fell closed themselves, my heart beating harder than normal.

?Fuck me.

?I released her jaw, wrapping my hand around her throat, and pulled her in, pressing my lips against hers.

?She moaned, pulling herself closer as her lips worked against mine, slow and sensual, warm, her tongue flitting across my bottom lip, her teeth grazing it, before she slid her tongue against mine.

?My head spun and I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, sliding my other hand up her thigh, over her ass, feeling the way her body reacted to mine.

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