Page 23 of Fervent

Better me than her. The longer I kept the focus on me, the longer he’d leave her alone.

He pulled his arm back, preparing to strike, but a single demand from Cleft, who appeared in the doorway behind him, made him freeze.

“Save it for the camera.” Cleft sauntered into the room. “Getting started without me, I see.”

“Nope, just warming up.” Brock retreated, and I pushed to my knees as the room spun around me for a few seconds.

Cleft assessed the situation with a nonchalant glance. “Let her down. But him…” He jabbed a finger in my direction. “I want him on his toes. Don’t rely on dosing him. He’s a mean sonofabitch. Gave me hell on the inside, even while I had my cock shoved up his ass.”

A chill penetrated my bones, and I lowered my gaze as his boots came into view.

“What I wouldn’t give to have a piece of your ass again, Mason.”

“Fuck me all you want. Just leave her alone.”

“That’s a tempting proposition. I might take you up on it later.”

Cleft released her, and she slumped to the floor with a whimper. He stepped down on her face, pressing her cheek to the rough cement, and threatened to add more pressure.

She cried out, her eyes popping open.

I struggled to my feet, but his words halted me. “Don’t make me hurt her,” he said, withdrawing a gun from the waistband of his jeans. He cocked the weapon, making his point. “Give Brock your hands.”

Seeing Alex’s head sandwiched between his boot and the concrete, her parted lips sucking in air, green eyes huge and full of horror—the decision was a no-brainer. There were three of them and one drugged-up me.

I held my wrists out, allowing Brock to shackle them. The third goon pulled on the chains and hoisted me to my toes, arms straight above my head. I had enough trouble balancing, considering my doped-up state, and the position put me at a disadvantage. I couldn’t even kick without losing balance.

Passing the gun to Vinnie, Cleft lifted his foot, then he forced Alex to her knees in front of me, his grip tight in her hair. Brock moved the cameras and lighting equipment to where we were grouped together, and the spotlight he flipped on blared in my eyes. I glanced down at the crown of her dark curls, blinking the spots from my sight. Brock switched on the camera.

“Sugar,” Cleft said. “You’ve sucked off your boyfriend before, right? Good sluts know how to give great head.”

She lifted her sad gaze, and somehow, I knew what she was thinking. She’d pleasured me with her mouth, maybe she’d even enjoyed it, but I didn’t remember. These bastards were taking our second chance from us, under the glare of lights and rolling cameras.

Under the threat of violence.

She was right. We should have taken our chance while we had it. At least that was something they couldn’t take away.

“Don’t just look at him. Get his limp dick up.” Cleft smirked in my direction. “Aren’t you man enough to get hard for your girl?”

“You’re a sick fuck.”

“You’re the one about to get sucked off, and something tells me you’re gonna like it, so who’s the sick fuck now?”

At the thought of her lips wrapping around me, my traitorous dick stirred.

He jolted her head violently. “C’mon, bitch. Get your man up.”

“Okay,” she cried. “I’ll do it.” She took my cock in her warm palm, and at the first touch of her hand to my shaft, my own fucking sickness rose, tearing through me with the devastation of a torpedo. I closed my eyes, drew deep breaths through my nose, but her dainty fingers pulled me under. It was the first time she’d touched me—that I could remember anyway—and my cock grew into a rock hard piston of shame.

“Eyes open, Mason. It’s only respectful to watch your slut suck you off.” Cleft wrenched her hands behind her. “Hand me a pair of cuffs, Vinnie.”

Bulky leather restraints exchanged hands, and Cleft fastened her wrists at her back. “You wanna mouth-fuck him, right sugar?”

She didn’t answer, and his expression darkened. He smacked her on the cheek. “Answer me!”

“Yes!”

“That’s what I thought.” He brushed a thumb over her trembling lips before wedging his fingers inside, stretching her wide open. He slid her mouth onto my dick, and fuck…it was like coming home. My cock nestled in her wet heat, and the suction of her mouth, the sensual whirl of her tongue, the wide-eyed way she gazed at me—each were lethal on their own, but the combination of sensory overload ignited a war in my veins.

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