Page 8 of Bleed for Me

I crawled onto the bed, shoving her legs apart so that I was positioned between them. When I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, a grin broke out along my face.

Naughty, Naughty girl.

‘She wants this.’

‘It’s a trap.’

‘What are you waiting for?’

Shaking my head to clear the voices, I hitched her gown over her hips and leaned down. My breath feathered against her pussy making her shiver even in her unconscious state. I swiped my tongue along the crease of where her folds met, my hands moving to grip her hips. Another swipe of the tongue, and then another. When she still made no move to wake, I tightened my grip around her and plunged my tongue inside.

A startled gasp punctured the air, but I didn’t bother checking. I knew that had awoken her.

“J-Jordan?” she panicked sleepily with shock coursing through her tone. “W-what are you doing? Where’s Baron—” Her words stalled, probably spotting him across the room.

I groaned against her pussy, knowing it sent a vibration careening through her. Despite her pleas for me to stop, she was growing wetter by the second. She started thrashing around violently, sobs racking her body. She was ashamed and scared. Just like she should be.

“Baron!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders in an attempt to force me away. What she didn’t realize, though, was that I liked the pain. I fucking welcomed it.

She continued to scream for him like the helpless bitch she was. When he finally started to come to, I pulled away from her and kicked my pants down, making sure to keep one hand on her at all times. The last thing I needed was for her to dial the police before I got to have any fun.

“No-No!” Baron’s voice sounded throughout the room, followed by him fighting against his bindings.

I positioned myself over the woman I’d considered family at one point. Before she conspired with my uncle to harm me. Before I realized she didn’t give a shit about me. With one snap of my hips, I was buried inside her.

I wish I could say that raping my step-Aunt was the worst thing I’d done that night, but it hadn’t been. While I didn’t regret teaching the couple a lesson, killing a pregnant woman wasn’t one of my brightest moments. The unborn child didn’t deserve that.

I tilted my head back, allowing the water to run over my face and neck, warming the skin beneath it. My hands pushed through my hair, a sigh of content leaving me.

Once I deemed myself clean enough, I stepped out of the shower, pulling a towel off the rod and wrapped it around my waist after drying off. The cool air kissed along my skin, sending a shudder tumbling through me. Mirrors adorned the wall on the opposite side of the room with sinks embedded within them. As shitty as this place was, it was well structured. The cleaning crew just needed to up their game.

I grabbed my shirt off the bench and tugged it on, followed by the rest of my clothes. Once completely dressed, I grabbed my dirty belongings and headed back to my room. The floors were made of marble as my legs carried me down the hallway, the light creating a shine that bounced off the ground. Slipping through my bedroom door at the end of the hallway, I dropped my clothes in the hamper.

A full-size bed took up the furthest side of the room near the barred window. White sheets adorned the mattress, making it look more like a big hospital bed than anything else. It wasn’t like I had family who would even dare to bring me anything else. My mom was dead, Dad was in prison, and my aunt and uncle were dead.

Anyone who Dr. Theodore deemed a threat to society was prohibited from sharing a room with others. The last thing they needed was for one of their patients to be suffocated or murdered during their slumber. It worked out well for me, though. Sharing anything wasn’t really my forte.

The only people who weren’t forced to share despite having a violent background were the narc twins. Mostly because they were sisters and despite being psychopathic narcissists, they stuck together. A chill swept down my spine. They were probably the most sadistic little bitches in this asylum. At just fifteen years old, they murdered their four-year-old sister pointlessly. Why? Who the fuck knew. Maybe it wasn’t much better than what I’d done, but at least the child hadn’t even tasted fresh air yet.

Slipping on my shoes, vacant of laces, I slipped out of my room again. Seven and Archer had mentioned going to the library prior to my shower. It was one of the only places where we could speak freely without the unsettling feeling of being overheard.

The library was massive in size. Bookshelves adorned the room from top to bottom, filling up the entire space. Near the entrance was the librarian’s desk. The only time she left that damn thing was when she had to, so lucky for us, we didn’t have to worry about her roaming around.

Toward the back of the library was a secluded area with a couch and more shelves. It was the spot we’d claimed as our own. Even a table sat near it, so we had our choice of seating.

The two guys were seated at said table, a book sprawled out in front of Seven as he thumbed through the pages. Archer’s blue eyes drifted up to meet mine and his shoulders lifted. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead as usual, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

I dropped into the chair across from them, planting my palms on the surface of the wooden table.

Seven closed the book, bringing his gaze to meet mine as well. He was blonde like me, but the shade of his hair was much lighter in comparison.

“That was one long shower,” Archer pointed out, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

I couldn’t fight the twitch of my lips at that statement. “Was it?” My shoulder lifted in a shrug, but these guys knew me too well to believe it was an innocent gesture.

My body relaxed into the chair, the tension rolling out of my muscles. This was one of my favorite times of the day. No regulations, just relaxation, and being around my two friends. That’s why we made this our spot, though, we did have others. The woods were great for partying, fucking, hunting, and strolling through nature. The garden was great for planting, reading, fucking, and relaxing as well. When I first came to the asylum, it took a while for me to get the hang of things around here. In the end, I learned that the only way to make sure people left you alone was if they feared you. The only ones who never backed down from me were the two guys sitting in front of me now. Then again, they were just as fucked in the head as I was.

Seven’s smooth voice cut through my thoughts like a blade would through skin. “Might want to get those bandaged up.” He smirked, his dimple becoming more pronounced. I followed his gaze to my busted knuckles. “They might getinfected.”

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