Page 149 of Terror Tuesday
Cain chuckles. “Yeah, it works.”
Flipping her head over toward him in the corner, she sneers. “They shocked me!”
“Hurry and fuck her already. And, sweetheart?” Mr. Earl asks, waving the barrel of the gun around. Olivia narrows her eyes at him. “Once he comes, he’s going to use that knife to slit your throat. Or else…” A click bounces off the walls as he cocks his pistol.
She grits her teeth as another painful shock surges through her body. The scent of burning flesh makes me harden my resolve to end them…
I stroke my cock a few times, trying anything I can to get hard. I’ll need to put on a show for these assholes if I can get us out of here. Olivia’s slick from his spit, but I push that thought aside. Letting my length delve through her wet lips repeatedly, I firm up enough to slip inside her entrance with a sigh of pleasure. Her moan is cut off by a sad cry, knowing this may be our last time together.
My hips work at just enough of a pace to give the appearance of obedience. I slide my fingers down her leg and unbind one ankle, tapping her calf while holding her gaze.Don’t move it yet, I silently beg.
Like she read my thoughts, she gives me a sly nod. Despite the binds around her wrists, her fingers reach for me, searching for my body. I lean forward so I can brush my lips to hers. “I’m so fucking sorry that I made you blow those assholes on camera. I thought it would spur you on toward what we needed to get done.”
She blinks, as if confused. “It did. Itwasneeded. Ineededit. Why are you sorry now? Don’t be sorry now,please…” I know what she’s saying. If I start confessing things like regrets, that means we’re about to die.
“I love you,” I whisper, melting into her chest with my own to kiss her deeply. Intoxicated by her taste, I almost faint againfrom the concussion and the essence of her. But I maintain enough of a grip on my surroundings to crawl my fingers toward her wrist facing away from the guys in the far corner. Carefully, I unlock it, then push the knife into her hand.
“Get off the table. We don’t have all night,” Cain commands.
“You want me to come? This is how it’s done. You wouldn’t know, but this is how to make love to a woman so she feels it for days,” I say, but straighten up to give him a lecture and glance at the camera. I flail my arms over her body in a big display, the shreds of my sweatshirt flapping as I do. Enough so that they don’t seem to notice as I unlock another ankle.
“Let’s put it this way. Come, or we’ll burn up her back so bad, she’ll smell like bacon.”
I close my mouth and focus on pumping in and out of her, growing harder until her body responds, curling toward the ceiling. She makes either a great show of an orgasm, or actually does by crying out in pleasure. Her head whips around, and that’s when I realize she’s undone her own wrist from the last buckle, wiggling her arm loose from it without them noticing.
As I thrust forward one more time, and explode deep inside her, sharp pain radiates through her body and into mine. She screams and sits up, clutching my neck and trying to get away from the metal plates. The sound of flesh sizzling fills the air.
Tucking her safely underneath me, I fall to the ground as a gunshot deafens my ears.
Shards of stone spray around us as Mr. Earl rips me off of her. Olivia lunges up at him, stabbing him directly in the chest, then whips the blade toward his face, neck…wherever she can reach.
With a roar, I grab the chains on the ground and spin them like a whip toward Cain, nailing him in the temple with a shackle. He stumbles several steps, then collapses onto his face on the ground. I leap onto his back and wrap the rusted linkstaut around his windpipe. Using every ounce of strength I have left, I use it to choke him. He writhes violently beneath me, clawing at the metal noose. But I don’t dare let up.
A struggle wages over my left shoulder. Olivia’s rage-filled snarls and battle screams assure me she’s alive.
Finally, there’s a pop and snap, the guy under me going completely slack. And when I jump up on shaky legs to help my appointed, she’s standing above the corpse of her captor. Her naked body is draped only in red, dripping blood. It sheets off her in waves.
Sliding forward, I kneel before my queen, gazing up at her serene face with awe. “I worship you,” I say, feeling every bit of my new belief system kick in.
If I thought she was amazing before, she’s a true goddess now. My Monarch.
She bends forward and presses her lips to mine and heaves out, “I love you.”
When I stand, I grab her in a tight embrace for only a moment. Then tell her what the next step needs to be.
“Let’s go find the president.”
forty-two
The slashes on my arms,burns on my back, and bruises ripening on my face are numbed by the adrenaline coursing through my arteries. Clutched tight in my hand, the weapon my father first gave me shakes as I squeeze my fist. With rage.
Valen crawls his fingers up toward it, caressing my knuckles with his soft palm.
“He didn’t…” I start, not even sure how to say what I need to. To tell him…
Valen only nods with encouragement. With such protective love in his eyes, I feel comforted. Raising my chin, I say, “He didn’tenterme.”
He shakes his head. “Whether he did or didn’t, he needed to pay. He’s dead now and will never touch you again. No one will except for me.”
