Page 79 of The Devil In Blue
I could feel his anger. His sorrow. His frustration and his passion. It all flooded into him and trickled through me. And I found regret and rage. Relief and vengefulness and confusion. Our emotions created a storm between our bodies and neither of us could resist its pull.
“Yes,” I rasped.
He squeezed my neck just enough to make me feel a brief sense of panic and then released me, letting the air back into my lungs in a rush of hot breath. I gasped and he devoured it with his mouth, kissing me hard and mercilessly.
My body swelled with pleasure. It sprouted in my core and its roots fanned out over my whole body, trapping me in a cruel knot. It was torturous in a way that I craved. He drove into me with a forceful thrust, hitting my center. I gasped at the painful invasion, gritting my teeth, but I loved it. I needed it. Because pain could only be felt if I was still alive. And I wasstillalive.
“Come for me, Briar,” he panted gruffly. “Scream for me. I want to feel you unravel beneath me.”
“Harder,” I whimpered.
I barely expected him to comply, but somehow, he did. He thrust into me with the force of a tempest. I speared my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes become so bright, they were like stars. Again and again he proved that he could take it further, devouring every moan. Every rugged breath I took.
And then I was falling. He forced me far beyond my threshold and when I began to topple over, everything around me disappeared. I saw Rune and I saw myself in the reflection of his vivid blue eyes. Pleasure danced across my face. Tears glistened on my cheeks. I gripped him hard, nails biting deeper into his skin. I smelled blood, but I didn’t care. I liked it. It drove me into a freefall.
My orgasm was dizzying. It took my breath away and I arched beneath Rune’s hard body. I choked out a cry, my muscles and nerves tangled in bliss. Rune kept moving as the storm devoured me, forcing me to endure his ruthless thrusts until he was rigid with his own, powerful release. Liquid heat filled me and still he kept pumping into my languid body, taking everything. Giving everything. He left nothing untouched, nothing unanswered until my climax had finally ebbed and we were spent. Satisfied. At peace in a way I didn’t think I was capable of.
The Past
I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. I said the wrong thing. Looked the wrong way. Perhaps I hurt someone. I tasted blood in my mouth. Maybe I bit someone again. Whatever I did, they didn’t like it. I heard screaming. Their fingers bit into my arms as they hauled me down the tile hallway. Something was inside my head, pounding on my skull with a hammer and it shook my vision. The tops of my feet were scraping on the floor, but I couldn’t pick them up. The pain was excruciating and I couldn’t move to relieve it. I couldn’t speak.
Shouting voices struck my ears, but I didn’t understand the words. And then my body dropped to a hard floor like a bag of potatoes, limbs flopping all over on a thinly padded surface.
Not this room. Anything but this room.
No… it’s better than the cage. Be thankful.
The voices grew louder until words turned to boisterous laughter. They were mocking me. I was in pain, every bit of my body stinging and aching and on fire and they were mocking me as they slid my tired limbs into thick, fabric sleeves.
I knew where it was all leading. I’d been here before.
And now it was coming back to me. Blood stained the chest of my white shift before they covered it up. Licking my lips, I tasted the sickening tang on me.
As I pieced together what happened, my arms were crossed over my body and fastened with painful force. I was strapped into a tight, constricting jacket that allowed no movement at all. I thought my limbs wouldn’t comply any further and yet they forced them to every time, folding them unbearably tight against my chest.
More laughter. More mocking. And screaming. Terror-filled screaming. I squeezed my eyes shut in shame and disgust.
“We’re helping you,” they always said, but all I felt was agony.
I peeled my eyes open just a crack to see the stained padded walls of my little cell all around me as two sisters scurried out of the room, their task finished. The door was open and through it walked a nurse in her white dress and one of the attendants. He was a strong man in a meticulous vest and trousers. He had overpowered me many times before. Outside the door, another sister held a hand to the side of her face where blood was gushing between her fingers and down her neck. She was in tears, her eyes downcast.
The coppery taste of her blood flooded my mouth.
I’d bitten off her ear.
The poor thing.
They’re killing you. They deserve to die. Every last one of them.
No, they’re helping me, and look what I put them through.
They’re changing you. Destroying you.
I can’t fight anymore. I don’t want to. It hurts too much.
Resist.
Give in.
