Page 60 of Anarchy

“Fuck it,” he groans, slamming his lips against mine. He kisses me, sucking all the air from my lungs before I deepen the kiss, taking his. He pulls back, heaving for air. “If we do this, we are going out to the pool house and we are doing it my way.” he says and I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me by the backs of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, fuzing his lips to mine. Sliding my hands in his long hair, I take out his hair tie, pulling his long dark strands free. He growls into my mouth as we walk through the kitchen and out the back door into the chilly night. Pulling away from his lips, I drag my teeth along his powerful jaw, biting it as he walks the couple of feet to the pool house. Opening the door, he steps in and slams it behind me before dropping me onto his bed.

“See that tie over there?” he asks, nodding to the bedpost.

“Yes.” I pant as he smirks.

“Hand it to me,” he orders, as I roll over and crawl to the headboard, grabbing it from the post. “Don’t move,” he groans, and I stop my movements as I feel the bed dip behind me. Warm fingers glide up the outside of my thighs, lifting my skirt over my hips. His lips linger over my ass cheeks as he pulls down my thong. “Is your pussy always this wet? Your lips are glistening.” He moans, then sinks two fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he pumps in and out of me while my wet sounds echo the room. “Fucking soaked for me. Can I taste you?” he asks as he pulls his fingers out of me.

“Please,” I beg as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Let me ride your face,” I whimper, and he doesn’t hesitate. He slides beneath me, pulling me down on his face. I rip off my shirt and bra, throwing them across the room as my hips roll. He licks my clit, lapping up everything I have to give as I grind against his mouth. One of his hands slaps my ass as the other pulls at my nipple, causing milk to dribble. He takes the spilt milk and rubs it on my clit, licking me clean as I throw my head back, moaning his name, grinding harder against him. “Fuck, just like that. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good,” I whimper above him, and just as I’m about to cum, he flips me off of him, taking the tie and wrapping it over my eyes.

“I want you to shatter all over my cock, Brat. Lemme feel how tight this wet cunt is,” he growls, sending goosebumps all over my skin.

“I’m a squirter, so don’t freak out,” I tell him, and he groans.

“Mmm, yes, baby. I want you to be a shaking mess in my bed. All these months of teasing,” he hisses as I hear a belt fall to the floor and a zipper being undone. The bed dips again and he grips my thighs roughly. “You’ve made me jerk off many times in this very bed to your bratty ways. Every time you fucking rolled those eyes at me, is as many times as I want you to cum for me tonight.” He growls as he runs his pierced head over my sensitive clit.

“Zayn,” I shudder, breathlessly, as I reach for him, but he grabs my hand, pulling it over the top of my head as he slams into me. My back arches off the bed as he pulls all the way out, only to slam back in, stretching me. “Fuckkkkkk,” I scream as the bars on his cock drag in and out of me. “How many fucking piercings do you have? Jesus fucking christ.” I moan as his thumb flicks over my clit.

“I have a double ladder with an Albert,” he confesses as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Shit, Jade. Your cunt is so fucking tight. God damn it.” He groans as I tighten around him, causing his chest to rumble with a growl. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum already.” He hisses, lifting my hips, and sinking deep into me as his thumb presses against my clit, flicking it.

“I’m so fucking close, Zayn. Fuck!” I scream as I tighten around him. He picks up his pace, slamming into me as he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down on my sensitive flesh. I scream as my pussy ripples around him, causing him to thrust into me faster. Gushing along his length, my legs tremble as his fingers flick over my clit so fast another orgasm rushes through me, soaking his stomach and bed sheets. He pulls out with a roar, cumming on my pussy.

“Fuckkkkkk.” He pants, as he runs the head of his dick along my slit. He leans down, placing a kiss on my lips, then rolls over next to me, pulling me into him. I yawn as he takes the tie off my eyes. He reaches over, shutting off the light, and I find myself exhausted and falling asleep fast in his arms.

Waking up to Prince crying, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and roll over to an empty bed. Sitting up, I turn on the light and see the baby monitor on the nightstand and a note with my name on it. Grabbing it, I flip the folded paper open and read it.

Jade,

I’m sorry.

Zayn

What in the actual fuck?

Chapter 36

Lashes & Salt

Spade

Freezing cold water fills my mouth, stealing my breath as my captor continues to drown me. I inhale more water than expected, the icy liquid searing my lungs as my muscles scream in protest, but my desperate struggles against the restraints cause more choking, more gagging. Each metallic clang of the chains echoed my own terror, the burning in my arms a growing agony against the cold metal slab.

Grunting comes from beside me and I can only assume it's Ry. This feels like childhood all over again.But I know it’s not; The Aces are dead. This isn’t them.I’m not even sure how the fuck we got here. One minute we were driving to the clubhouse, and the next minute Ry was screaming, and all I saw were headlights as the vehicle smashed into us so fucking hard that the Charger rolled. Last thing I remember is my head smacking hard against the windshield. I’m lucky to even be alive.

“Ry? You good?” I rasp, as my throat screams in pain at how raw it feels. The wet fabric covering my eyes takes over my ability to see him. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here but judging by the throbbing ache in every limb and the stiffness in my neck, I’m guessing over twelve hours. The Aces put us through more torture than this. But Ry. He’s probably worse for wear. “Ry, if you’re with me. I need you to make a sound. Anything, baby,” I rasp again as the chain continues to bang against the metal slab.

A muffled noise comes from beside me, which leads me to believe he’s gagged.Mother fucker.If he has his sight but not his voice, we can’t communicate to get ourselves the fuck out of here. This is something me and my brothers would do anytime The Aces tortured us. We’d use our senses and each other to escape.Wait a minute. If whoever is doing this to us knows to take away our senses, and the only way to communicate with one another, then it's Jameson behind this. No way! It can’t be!

The door creaks open, making a loud scraping sound that causes me to grit my teeth. Then it slams shut, followed by footsteps, heavy ones, that approach us. They pour another bucket of water over my head as I scream, gasping for breath, while continuing to drench me. I refuse to succumb to the psychological warfare; the trauma of near-drowning overwhelms me, bringing back all the years I was held underwater. All the memories I kept locked away are bleeding into my soul, begging to be released, but I won’t allow it. Not for anyone. This will all be over soon. I have to stay positive: my wife has our location and will rescue us.

A slap to the rib cage takes me out of my thoughts, causing me to gasp for air. Blood rushes in my ears as I brace myself for the next hit, which comes all too soon as the switch splits my skin on impact. Blood leaks down my side as another hit comes against my wet flesh.

Ryder screams into the gag as the person takes turns giving out our lashes. I grit my teeth every time the switch splits my skin, praying this will be over quick but it just continues between the lashes and the water. Ry screams beside me, thrashing so fucking loud against his chains.It fucking kills me that I can’t see what the fuck is going on, but then I feel it.My hip burns as the smell of burnt flesh hits my nostrils. My screams echo through the room as I feel my skin being melted down to the bone.

Tears fall from my eyes as I try to catch my breath, but another hit of the switch splits my shoulder, causing me to tighten my hold on the chains. I convulse as someone pours salt all over my body.I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on for.Then, it all stops as footsteps get closer to us and I take a deep ragged breath, praying for rescue.

“Don’t get too excited there, boy. We are only getting started. Next up is your little cunt of a wife. She will be here soon and I can't wait to kill all of you, including your devil spawns. I think we should drown them like rats.” He laughs sinisterly.

“You stay away from my family, you piece of shit!” I spit, but another bucket of water drowns out my screaming, causing me to choke and gag yet again.

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