Page 160 of Did They Break You

Cortland’s warm, calloused fingers circle around the back of my neck and I bring my knees to my chest, my shorts riding up as I do.

I still haven’t pulled the candy to my lap.

And just as I go to do that, a nearly-naked woman appears on the screen.

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

Crawling upside down on the ceiling, hair-raising music playing softly through the speakers.

I jump, cringing as I start to wrap my arms around myself but Storm darts his hand out, circling my wrist. Keeping my hand in his lap.

I flinch, sucking in a breath as the woman crawls down the wall, her pupils nearly drowning in black as a man says her name over. And over. And over.Lilith.

“Yes, my lord?” the woman whispers as she keeps crawling along the floor, dressed in a skimpy nightgown, slashed and stained with blood, her every move disjointed. “I’m here, mylord. I’m here.” Her breasts sway as she crawls, the camera focusing on her pebbled nipples.

A low moan sounds in the distance.

The woman’s head twists around at an unnatural angle as she searches for the source of the noise.

Again, I try to jerk my hand from Storm’s.

Again, he holds me there.

Fear coats the inside of my mouth, like acid.

I close my eyes, taking deep breaths. It’s not that scary. And it’s just a movie. But it’s a reminder. Of real things.

“Don’t look away, Remi,” Cortland whispers, his eyes on the screen. His fingers are clamped around the back of my neck. “We’ll keep you safe.”

I look up at him, and find him staring at the movie. I glance down, at his shorts, and I can see his erection tenting them.

Swallowing, I turn toward Storm. Take in his sharp jawline. The way Cortland holds me just a little closer.

Slowly, Storm releases me, pulls the Reese’s from my hand. He fists the bag, leans over to set it on the table, and as he does, my hand comes to his thigh.

My instinct is to snatch it away.

My heart races, chest tight, but I keep my hand on his thigh. I feel his muscles flex as he leans back on the couch.

And slides closer to me.

I inhale, catching the scent of both him and Cortland. Forest and leather.

Danger and safety.

Cortland’s hand comes to my jaw, and he turns my head to the screen. “Keep watching, baby,” he says softly. I swallow, his thumb tracing my jawline.

Storm’s hand comes over mine on his thigh, his fingers through my own. But he doesn’t hold my hand; he slides it up.

Higher. And higher.

I gasp just as another woman slowly sits up in the bed, her shirt clinging to her breasts, damp with sweat. She wasn’t there before.

My fingers close around Storm’s erection, and he glides my hand up and down the length of him as the woman stares at the man Lilith called “lord.”

She smiles.

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