Page 55 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“It had to happen like that,” he sniffs and pulls back to look at me. “You look better.”

“Gee, thanks, Huxley,” I laugh.

“I just mean you look healthy,” he smiles. “Do they treat you well?”

“They do,” I say. “Being with them doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“I know. They filled me in, and I told them everything as well,” he says.

“What happened after I got out?” I ask.

Huxley begins to go through everything in detail on what he endured and learned over the last month. He is detached from how bad his assaults were. He was being used and sodomized several times a day. It had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with power and torture. I like the part where he essentially raped Pamela. The bitch deserved it. As he is talking, I’m coming up with many ways to get revenge on all those fuckers. When he starts telling me all the awful things Haley did, it’s not even surprising. I think what hurts the most is I know Dad blames himself, but it would have happened either way.

“She suffered?” I ask.

“Uh… yeah,” he smiles. “She died slowly and painfully. Probably died of internal bleeding.”

“Good,” I say. “Can we confirm that she’s dead?”

“The FBI has her body,” Ben says.

“The ones who met you in LA came to talk to me earlier,” Huxley tells me. “So… you do want me?”

“Yes, Hux,” I say sweetly. “I want you, Roman, and Ben. If Roman is my husband, so are you and Ben. Maybe it is built out of trauma, but it brings me joy. I have all of my men, and I’m not giving any of you up.”

Huxley takes my face between his hands, and I can see that his head is swimming with thoughts. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to understand that he’s afraid, but he wants me. I shift slightly, and his eyes darken as he grips onto my ass, making me grin.

“And that’s my cue,” Dad says. “Huxley?”

“Yes, sir?” he replies.

“Dad or Jim. Not sir,” he says. “Thank you for keeping my little girl safe. Never forget how much you also mean to me, son. We love you, and we are glad you are home.”

“Home?” Huxley asks.

“Home is wherever your family is, and we are your family,” Dad clarifies. “So… welcome home.”

When Dad leaves the living room, Huxley kisses me hard. I instantly melt into him, and everything disappears. His hands slide up my skirt to find that I don’t have panties on. He grunts as he pulls away and narrows his eyes.

“I have next to no self-control, Riah. Tread lightly,” he warns.

“Or what?” I ask sweetly.

“Or I’m going to take you upstairs and give you what I was supposed to before,” he says with a devious grin.

“Ah. That's what I get for sticking around to be nosy,” Corbin says.

“Really, I’m just testing to see if you are as okay with this as you say you are,” I say, pressing my hips into Huxley. He growls in response and slides his hand up my thigh to press his thumb against my clit. “Oh shit!”

“Squirmy little girl,” Huxley says.

“He won’t last two minutes,” Ben cackles.

“I have no problem fucking her in front of you,” Huxley says with a smile.

“Yeah. I’m out,” Corbin laughs. “Don’t hurt her and don’t hurt him. Be good and… ew.”

“No need,” Huxley says as he stands with his hands on my bare ass. “I’m stealing her for a while.”

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