Page 67 of Delivered to the Devil

But Janos does that for me when he suddenly pulls out of me and grabs my chin, saying the words that shatter my world. “I do care about you, Rebecca. You’re the only fucking woman I’ve ever cared about, and I can’t stand the idea of another man touching you.”

Before I can respond, he flips me onto my stomach, pulls my ass cheeks apart, and spits onto my narrow opening. Every word and thought I ever had dies as he pushes into me, past the tight ring of muscle, invading me in the most dirty, humiliating, and intimate way he ever could. Even the painful onslaught of emotions that’s about to crash over me draws back, and I’m reduced to moans and screams as he fucks me in the ass.

Within seconds, he reaches the cusp of orgasm, and so do I. “You’remylittle whore,” he sneers against my ear, and those words throw us both over the edge.

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We both collapse, panting hard. Janos supports most of his weight on his elbows as his head hangs on my shoulder while we both come down from the high. But even as our breaths settle, neither of us moves. We both know the smallest movement would break the spell and make the world come crashing down.

I’m completely encased by him. His hands hold my arms close to my sides, and my legs are pressed together between his strong ones. I feel utterly small—like a tiny human in the claws of a supernatural warrior. But no matter how easily he could snap my neck or crush me with his weight, I feel safe.

This is where I belong. We both know it, and we both know there’s no way for me to stay here.

All too soon, Janos gets up and starts pacing the hall. The air becomes fraught with his frustration, and I sit up to hug my knees in front of me.

Janos just did the one thing he’s not supposed to do. He fucked Gabor’s whore. Janos has never outright said he can’t fuck me, but the boundary is glaringly clear—all those times I’ve felt his cock swell when he held me and all the times he drove me to the brink of orgasm and left in frustration. But most of all, it’s what happened after the kiss that bears testament to the severity of this transgression.

We’ve never talked about it, but suddenly I need to know—I need to know if I’m right.

“Why did you”—I look up and meet his eyes, feeling achingly vulnerable as I finish the question—“disappear after the kiss?”

Janos stops dead in his tracks. “Because this couldn’t happen.” A world of emotion flickers across his face as he watches me for a frozen moment—it’s pain, regret, fear, and lust. It’s everything he’s never said and probably never will say. Janos is caught in Gabor’s sick game too. He might not be a victim, but he has as little way out as I do.

I gulp and say in a hoarse whisper, “What will happen if he finds out?”

He starts pacing again as he drags his hands through his hair. “He won’t.”

I bury my head against my knees, knowing the right answer might very well involve someone dying. I don’t think Gabor would kill Janos—he seems to hold him in high esteem. But he’d surely kill me. Or have Janos do it.

Would he do it if Gabor told him to? I have no idea how far Janos’s loyalty reaches, but I have a feeling it runs deep.

“Fuck!” The sound of splintering wood pulls me out of my thoughts. When I look up, I find Janos’s hand bleeding and a large dent in the bathroom door.

I wish I could make it all better for him, but there’s nothing I can say or do that will change this hopeless situation. There’sonly one thing I can do—the same thing he’s done for me countless times.

Crawling across the floor, I kneel beside him and lean into him. I can’t take away his pain, but I can ease it by being there for him.

Janos tenses and I think he’s going to push me away, but then his fingertips touch my hair, and his palm slowly settles on top of my head. I wrap my arms around his legs, and in turn, he starts stroking me. Gradually, his hard breaths settle into a steady rhythm, and the tension drains from his muscles.

“This can’t happen again,” he says, voice thick with regret.

“I know,” I say, squeezing him tighter. “I know.”

CHAPTER 32

“Last Resort”

by Falling in Reverse

Rebecca

Things become strange between Janos and me after the episode in the hall. After the incident with the bathtub, we started talking more, but now it’s down to zero. Our physical contact, on the other hand, seems to say everything we can’t express through words. He’ll often take me in his lap and simply sit with me for a long time, and now he sleeps in bed with me every night.

But outside these moments of tender closeness, his way of handling me has become firmer and stricter. Not in the mechanical, cool way of the first night, though. Rather, it’s like he’s trying to hold on to me, afraid I’ll slip away. It makes me feel safe as much as it scares me. Safe because I know I mean something to him; terrified because it seems we’re both trying to hold on to something that’s slipping through our fingers.

As if the end is near.

There’s no going back after what happened, but we also can’t move forward. We can’t risk Gabor finding out because that might well mean the end for both of us. So now we’re stuck in this strange limbo, waiting for everything to go up in flames or crumble around our feet.

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