Page 22 of Guardians

His smoldering gaze swept the entire length of her form before returning to her face. “My family is wealthy and has been for generations. I had every advantage life can provide, and it still didn’t keep me safe from Nuevo.” He grasped her ankle and swung her leg to the other side of his body, spreading her thighs. She’d had all of her body hair permanently removed when she was eighteen, so everything was on lewd display. “I was in denial for the first few weeks,” he continued. “I was Kane Prescott-fucking-Nelson. Things like that didn’t happen to people like me.”

She’d thought he was going to tell her about his background, not his captivity. Apparently, he needed to talk about this more. His hands ran up and down her thighs and his gaze focused on her breasts.

“I kept waiting for my family to rescue me.” He toyed with her nipples, rubbing and lightly tugging on the sensitive tips. She held still and let him play. This was the deal they’d made, her submission for his openness. His voice was a monotone, his handsome features expressionless as he told the tale. “But weeks turned into months and no one came.”

“Did your family know where you were?” He leaned down and caught one of her nipples between his lips, sucking hard enough to make her cry out and arch her back.

“They knew, or they should have known. Money was never a limitation with my family. They could have hired a private armyfull of investigators to find out what had happened to me.” He nuzzled her breasts, rubbing his face against her skin as he moved from one side to the other.

It felt nice until his mouth latched on and he sucked like an industrial vacuum. She cried out again and dropped her head back, shuddering as pleasure/pain throbbed through her body.

“Your nipples are overly sensitive.” Catching one between his teeth, he carefully nipped her. “We need to toughen you up.”

She had no idea how to react to that concept, so she just waited to see if he was finished with her. Not even close.

Pushing to his feet, he kicked his chair out of his way and fisted the back of her hair. “Nuevo didn’t target me because of my military training.” He pulled her head back as he spoke, his gaze boring into hers. “I wasn’t a crime of opportunity. They chose me because of the alterations already made to my genome.”

Nervously licking her lips, Lexie admitted, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

His free hand explored her quivering body, boldly touching her breasts and belly. “My parents cheated nature. They paid massive amounts of money to have their children ‘perfected.’ Our intelligence was enhanced, our bodies were genetically programed to be leaner and more physically appealing.”

Her eyes widened and she tried to shake her head, but his grip on her hair was too tight. “That’s illegal.”

He scoffed, harshly squeezing one of her breasts. “The rules don’t apply to people like my parents. Everyone knows that.” He twisted her nipple, smirking as she cried out. He was enjoying her pain. That much was obvious in his cruel expression. “Thefuckers at Nuevo were a lot more twisted than anyone realized. The details were never revealed at the trials because they destroyed most of the evidence before the authorities got there.”

“The details about what?” Knowing everything that had been revealed at the trial, his claim was hard to believe.

“There were two sides to the Griffin Project: those trying to create a hybrid army through genetic transcription and those who believed that it would take a combination of transcription and selective breeding. The second division evolved out of the first and the scientists knew it was even more damning. That’s why they went to great lengths to conceal it.”

Breeding? The word rolled through her mind like the rumble of thunder, distant and threatening. Did he mean that literally?

“They transformed me and a group of others, spiked our libidos, and used us like studs.” He said the last word so scornfully that it twisted his entire face. “There were hundreds of females, maybe even thousands because each male could impregnate dozens. Some of the females were hybrids, but most were just ordinary humans.”

She gasped, drawing his gaze to hers. “You can get me pregnant.”

“Maybe, eventually. It’s not nearly as simple as it sounds.”

Tension wound around her torso, making her stomach ache. Maybe she didn’t want to know any more.

He traced her slit with his fingertips, avoiding her clit. His gaze was fixed on her pussy, his expression harsh and angry. “We fucked night and day until we were physically exhausted. They’d feed us, let us get a few hours of sleep, and then it started up again. It took almost a year before the first female conceived, butwhatever changes they made worked perfectly. All the females started having babies—genetically superior,mutantbabies.”

“Even if they were enhanced, what use did an army have for hundreds of babies?”

His long middle finger pushed into her pussy. “I have no idea how, but the babies matured at an accelerated rate.” He worked a second finger in beside the first and began fucking her fast and hard.

She wasn’t very wet so her body resisted the invasion. The sensations stopped just short of pain, but she wasn’t enjoying his touch. He was punishing her for her curiosity, using her body to exorcise his demons. She’d offered him this exchange and he was still talking, so she took a deep breath and tried to relax.

“I watched it happen over and over.” His gaze lifted to her face, but he stared through her as his fingers stabbed into her core. “It took less than a year for each of those infants to reach physical maturity.”

She shook her head, trying not to let her distress show. He was right; this was much more twisted than anything she’d heard about at the trial. Kane had been their prisoner for seven years. How many babies had he fathered? And how many of those babies had he watched grow into mutant soldiers? Did he know what happened to them? Were any of them still alive? The pain in his eyes warned her not to ask any more questions. His retrospect was clearly at an end.

“Now do you understand why I don’t want to talk about this shit?” He withdrew his fingers and slapped her pussy twice. The sting of his wet fingers made her gasp and twist away. “Some things are best left in the past.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried, but it was obvious that he wasn’t finished.

He flipped her onto her belly. Her legs dropped to the floor, her toes barely touching. His hand fell fast and hard, moving from one side of her ass to the other and back. She held still and tried not to cry out. His anger was understandable, but she wasn’t the cause. She’d asked to hear about his life before his captivity, not what had happened at Nuevo.

“Mylovingfamily abandoned me,” he sneered, each spank harder than the one before.

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