Page 34 of Cast Stones
His next words are lost as our mouths crash together. Inexperienced tongues turn to fumbling fingers as his loss of self-control destroys the last sway the cult has over him.
We’re just a boy and a girl now, ripping our clothes off in desperation.
Kissing.
Touching.
Fucking.
I lift my hips to meet his pain, and he drives in deep—groaning and cursing—calling me filthy names again as if he’s purging his soul of them.
“Does it hurt?” he demands.
“No less than a lifetime without you.”
He takes me like an animal after that. Exactly how I want him to. Soft and sweet is for other people, not us.
He fucks me in the dirt, creating something dark and dangerous that will linger with us for the rest of our lives—twisting and tormenting, seeking and craving. He fucks me like the finish line is his deliverance, and he can’t reach it quick enough. He fucks me like he’s not just ruining me for the Divine Disciples, but for every other man in my future.
I fuck him right back to free him, the same as he’s freeing me.
* * *
Present Day
“It’s time for the truth,cara mia.”
His voice reaches into a place that’s dark and warm, curling around my body like a fist and wrenching me back to the present.
I moan and swipe blindly at my forehead. My eyes are refusing to open. I could almost fool myself that I was stuck in a dream if it wasn’t for the dull agony sweeping from temple to temple.
The restaurant.
He drugged me.
“Luca,” I mutter thickly. The chemicals he used on me are still numbing my tongue. “Luca, what have you done?”
“Only what needed to be done.”
“My head—”
“Will ease in time. Everything will ease in time.” A thin, woolen blanket is placed over my bare legs and another memory bursts free from the vault I keep locked away.
It can’t be.
But an earthy smell is permeating my senses. The same damp heat that I endured for two years on the edge of this existence is perspiring my skin again.
I force my eyes open to confirm my fate. I’m back in the cabin. The bare walls speak of long-forgotten fears and hunger. I’m lying on the same bed in which we loved and lost.
He’s leaning against the far wall in blue jeans and dirty white Tee. Where a confused boy once stood, there’s a man with the strength to embrace both our demons.
“Why, Luca?”
“Is that your favorite word?” That wicked note of amusement is creeping into his voice again. “You ask it a lot, but I’m thinking, deep down, you know the answers already.”
“I know nothing.”
“Oh, but you do…”
