Page 338 of Conquered
Tired of waiting, needing him to be inside me all the way, I snap my hips back until his pelvis is pressed against my ass, and we both cry out at the feel of it.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss, and we pause there, just absorbing the intense sensation of being connected like this.
I needed him to fuck me like this not just to feel alive again and chase the darkness away, but to finally rid myself of the ghost of my uncle’s abuse. The memories of his depravity don’t try to take over because all I feel is Loki, his lips on my shoulderas he kisses me softly, telling me how good it feels to be inside of me.
Tears sting my eyes at the sheer relief which courses through me, knowing that I can embrace this side of myself with Loki without fear of my trauma rearing its ugly head.
I quickly get lost in sublime pleasure when Loki starts to move his own hips in a sensual dance. The push and pull of his hard dick inside me, his hand jerking me off at the same time, it builds me to a new kind of high.
“I want to fuck you harder, sir,” he growls in my ear, waiting for my permission.
“Do it,” I snarl, and he takes one of my hands, wrapping it around my own dick, both of his hands grabbing my hips in a bruising grip.
He starts fucking me hard and fast, and Jesus, it feels so damn good it’s all I can do to stroke my dick as waves of ecstasy flow over me. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together is loud in the room, our breathing and grunts adding to the cacophony of sound.
“Fuck, Kai, I’m going to come in your ass—” Loki cries out, his words cut off with a deep groan as he slams himself deep inside me and pours his release.
He drags me with him, my balls drawing up and lightning shooting up my spine as I come all over the tiled wall. Lights dance in front of my eyes, my whole body alight with tingles as my climax races through me with a spine bowing effect.
Panting, I release my spent cock, and gasp when Loki pulls out. He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, cupping my face in both palms and lowering his lips onto mine. He kisses me with such tenderness that tears once again sting my eyes, and a sob stutters from my lips. He keeps kissing me, even as I cry into his mouth, my own hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.
The kiss comes to an end, Loki placing his forehead against mine, and we stand under the spray as my heartbeat returns to normal.
“Lilly’s gonna be pissed she missed watching that,” Loki jokes in a rough voice, and I huff a laugh.
“We’ll have to do it again for her then,” I reply, moving to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
He steps back so that we can look in each other’s eyes, his hand still clutching the back of my neck.
“Always.”
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say with a sigh, feeling lighter than I have in years.
One step closer to our new lives.
LOKI
Once we’re all cleaned up and dressed in clothes that we’d placed there before the fun began, Kai and I exit the bathroom to find Ash and Jax carrying Julian down the stairs, Rafe and my sperm donor already situated, slumped in chairs. Sweat drips down the side of my temple, the heat on full blast to confuse the time of death.
It seems so strange to have shared such an intimate moment with Kai, our relationship moving up to the next level, one moment, then being faced with the remnants of our revenge plan. My fingers tingle in Kai’s grip, his hand in mine as we approach the others, careful to avoid the blood on the floor, plastic covering our shoes.
After heaving Julian in the final remaining chair, Jax goes about putting their shoes back on their feet while Ash carefullycarries the various tools that we used on Stephen to each of them, wrapping their hands around the handles of different ones so that it’ll be their fingerprints that the Feds find.
Fingerprints on a murder weapon is a surefire way to earn a conviction, plus with the other evidence we’ve planted; footwear marks in the blood and the digital trail of my uncle betraying the company, there’s no way they’ll be able to avoid rotting in jail for a very long time.
We watch as Jax takes the blood that we collected from Stephen’s slit throat, and using the knife, dips it into the container and flicks it over the three comatose men, before wrapping his own father’s hand around the murder weapon.
“We’ll get cleaned up, then join you guys upstairs,” Ash informs us, stripping where he stands and dropping his clothes in the open bag that Enzo will take to be incinerated.
We’d brought clean sweats and shirts down before the torture party got started, leaving them in the bathroom, ready for this phase of the plan.
“Sure, I’ll take these up,” I reply, snapping another pair of gloves on and grabbing the bag.
Kai remains silent as we make our way upstairs, but it’s a relaxed quietness, and a light-hearted feeling fills me up to think that, just maybe, he exorcised his demons tonight.
“It is done?” Enzo asks as we step into the living room from the basement, and I nod.
“Yep,” I answer, for once no jokey comeback on my tongue.
