Page 44 of Blood of the Saints

I try to keep my hips from grinding on his hand, but my self control is limited. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and ride out whatever he’s doing.

“You want all of us. You want us to be your dirty little secrets. At night, when you’re down here, all alone, which one of us do you think of when you touch yourself?” He pushes his face into my hair as he continues to rub my clit. He dips one finger inside of me and I can’t help but groan from the pleasure, my hips bucking back against his erection. My need for a climax is so strong it’s outweighing any rationality I may have when it comes to these fucking psychos.

“Do you think about me fucking you while I choke you? Or do you think about Blais’ cock pounding into you while he cuts you? Or is it Theon you think about? How he could throw you around like a rag doll while he fucks your sweet pussy.”

The images he’s putting in my head bring me closer and closer to the edge as he continues to rub my sensitive clit. I’m so close it’s embarrassing.

“All three of you. At the same time,” I say, tauntingly, but that’s a fantasy I would be perfectly okay with.

I can’t imagine a controlling and uptight dick like Ace Lennox sharing even with his brothers.

“Bad girls don’t get rewarded, though.” He quickly pulls his hand away from my aching core and I almost whimper from the loss of him. He brought me so close to the edge only to deny me the release I need.

Get your fucking shit together, Zamira. He just played you.

He brings his fingers to my mouth as he pushes his cock harder against my ass. “Taste yourself. Taste just how bad your body betrays your mind.” He pries my mouth open with his thumb as he pulls my chin down. I try to clench my teeth, but his grip is too forceful. His thumb hits my tongue and I taste my juices coating his finger. There’s no denying my body wants him and his brothers. Fuck, it might be more than just my body that wants them at this point.

In my dazed state of confusion, he pulls his thumb from my mouth and yanks my arms back. I hear the sound of zip ties as my hands are squeezed together behind me. He fucking put the zip ties around my wrists so tight it’s cutting off my circulation, bruising into my already shredded wrists from the spiked cuffs they had on me a week ago.

“Looks like I’m not the one lying to myself about what I really want. Like this though, you look so fucking stunning it’s almost hard to resist you. I’ve been dying to have you under my control. I can’t wait until the day you finally submit to me. That’s when the real fun will begin.”

“In your fucking dreams. I’ll never submit to you or your sidekicks,” I say with a growl. Instead of answering, he grabs ahold of my bicep, spinning me around to leave the cell.

Once we step outside, I do my best to piss him off. I shove my elbow into his side and throw my foot in front of him in an attempt to trip him. He grunts from the hit and stumblesover my foot, but his grip on my arm doesn’t loosen, causing us both to fall to the ground.

I groan as my head bounces off the concrete and I land on my side. That wasn’t my smartest plan, but hurting him any way I can makes me so fucking happy.

“What the fuck?” he roars beside me. Standing, he forcefully pulls me up with him. This time, instead of holding onto my arm, he bends down and circles his arms around my knees. I try to kick him before he can hold on, but it’s no use. He lifts me off the ground, tossing my body over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I try to wiggle out of his hold, but it’s no use. His grip tightens around my thighs and I have no use of my hands since they’re tied behind my back. We pass the torture chamber and head directly for the stairs.Where the hell is he taking me?

Once we make it to the main level, the bouncing makes my vision blur, but it looks like a regular house from what I can tell. He walks toward the back patio doors and I’m even more confused by what’s going on. I try to push my body off the side of his shoulder to tip us over but his grip only tightens. He pulls one hand away and forcefully slaps my ass, causing me to yelp. Bruises still line my ass, so the sting of his slap burns against my skin.

“Stop fucking wiggling or I’ll smack you harder next time,” he growls.

“Put me fucking down then, asshole,” I say as I try to straighten my body and make this harder for him. Suddenly, he's throwing me off his shoulder and I crash into another body.

Looking up at who caught me, I see Theon staring intensely with his beautiful hazel eyes. But then I notice something else. I see blue light reflecting off his face and my head snaps to the view in front of me.

We’re standing in front of a swimming pool and my heart begins pounding inside my chest.

No. No. No.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Fuck.

“Wh-what’s going on?” I look to Theon then to Blais who looks somber, but doesn’t say anything.

“We thought we’d go for a late-night swim,” Theon says in a low tone. My eyes widen in shock and my entire body stiffens. He pushes me back into Ace’s arms as he lets out a low laugh. I try to run, but Ace’s hand grabs my arm, holding me in place.

“Blais?” I look to him for any kind of help, but he just stares at me blankly.

My gaze snaps back to the water. I can feel the panic boiling deep in my stomach.

No.

“If you liketo talk to tomatoes, if a squash can make you smile, if you like to waltz with potatoes, up and down the produce aisle, have we got a show for you!” Zoe sings the VeggieTales theme song at the top of her lungs as we drive down the road. We’ve been listening to this CD on repeat the entire drive, and as much as I love my sister, I’m tired of hearing this song.

“Zamira, sing with me!” Zoe squeals beside me in the backseat. Both Mom and Dad laugh, knowing that I’m annoyed, but whatever Zoe wants, she gets. How could I ever say no to that adorable face?

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