Page 86 of Wicked Oath

“I had convinced myself that y’all moved on and stopped looking early on,” I say. “It was easier than knowing you all were hurting. I knew Talon wouldn’t fair well but… I knew you four would keep him safe.”

“If I never have to pry a loaded gun out of his hands again, it’ll still be too soon,” he says. “But… You’re here now.”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

“Of what?”

“What if Grim finds me again?” I ask.

“Baby, he went into hiding almost immediately,” Jude says.

“Oh… Is Cheryl alive?”

“God no,” Jude laughs. “You really fucked her up, baby.”

“Good. Fucking cunt,” I grumble.

I watch as Jude rolls to his back and rubs his hands down his face with a sigh. He looks tense and all I want to do is touch him. He looks over and smirks when he catches me watching him. “What is it, baby?”

“I grown accustomed to… I’m used to getting fucked… a lot. Every day. Multiple times. Logan did it, y’all did it, and Sergei did it,” I say.

“Okay,” he smiles. “And?”

“And… Sergei was busy fucking others for like four days prior so… it’s been six days now,” I explain.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks.

“Something I shouldn’t want… not after what he’s done to me,” I say, rejecting the building desire.

“Say it, Laney,” he encourages.

“I want you all to fuck me… Like… I mean it when I said I want you all to break me. I want everything you can possibly give, and I want it to hurt. But…”

“But you want to feel safe,” Talon says, kissing my neck. I melt back against him, and he does it again. “Look at me.”

I roll to my back, and he props up on his elbow to look at me. “There is no correct way to heal from the horrific things that have happened to you, Delaney. You taught me that. If you want us to fuck you… break you… I’ll make it my personal mission to make you beg me to stop. If you want sweet and soft pleasure, I will get on my knees for you. All I ask is you talk while we do it.”

“Talk?” I ask.

“Yes. Everything we do that draws up a memory, tell us. I don’t care if it’s good, bad, or built from manipulation and brainwashing; just talk to us. Tell us your thoughts or we will fuck them out of you.”

“I can try,” I say.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asks.

“That Chris will be the one to fuck me up,” I say with a small smile.

“Oh… yeah. Probably,” Talon laughs. “He can go last again.”

“Wait. Right now?” I ask, panicking.

“Yep,” Jude says as he sits up and pulls my panties down. I comply instantly, despite my panic. “Not going to fight?”

“I… No,” I say.

“Why?” he asks as he slips his boxers off.

“Because… fighting hurts,” I admit quietly.

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