She didn’t want this.
Ididn’t want this.
I’d struggled to get it up.
It’d taken every trick in the book. Every memory of Ily. Every desire I held for her just to manage a half-hearted erection with my body on the brink of breaking.
But it’d been enough.
Victor hadn’t hacked off my balls at least.
But then…I’d been given my ‘reward’.
A reward that now sat stiff and silent on my lap. My body deep inside hers. My heart thundering with wrongness.
I felt so sorry for whoever had been chosen to take me.
I felt endlessly sad for Ily having to watch and myself for having to participate.
I would rather die than betray her.
To end my life before Victor could think of other ways to torture us.
I didn’t move a single muscle.
I willed my cock to deflate.
I wanted to forget, to pass out…
Only…
Soft, gentle hands landed on my lower belly.
I flinched as a zing of hot energy shot through me.
Energy that fed me better than any banquet from Victor’s kitchens.
Energy Irecognised.
It can’t be…
Why would he—?
She stroked me gently, tentatively, teasing with the lower wrap of my bandages.
The softest cry escaped her.
And in a heart-blazing supernova, Iknew.
Ily.
Fuck, Ily.
My cock leapt inside her.
Every shred of strength I had left arrowed between my legs and worshipped the girl I’d missed with every fucking piece of me.
So close.