Page 15 of Fury

The party played on around us. We were the entertainment, the spectacle in this binge of raunch and insanity.

Med polished off a bottle of rum and smashed it on the floor. Yeah, he was a real fucking pirate king.

He wiped at his mouth, staring at me. “Flame Boy! I figure I can’t let you go home without a little something to remember us by, now can I? Otherwise, our time together will have been meaningless and it won’t be a lasting lesson for the Flames of Hell, now will it?” His men cheered him on, bottles of alcohol were raised in the air. “You know, they didn’t give too much of a shit about you. They played it real cool about getting you back, and that pissed me the fuck off. Your disrespectful attitude before pissed me off all over again.”

“Show him what we’re made of! Do it, Med!” someone shouted out. “Fucking Flame!”

“You’re gonna be set free first thing in the morning.” He tapped a thick finger on my forehead. “But tonight you’re still mine.”

“Yeah! He’s ours!” someone shouted.

“I need you to be a living, breathing reminder of this clusterfuck for your club. A reminder of their need to respect me. Like the White House is a reminder of America’s power, like the Statue of Liberty is a reminder of liberty or whatever the fuck. Point is, people look at those symbols, and they get these feelings. No words needed, no explanations, no blah blah blah.”

My brain couldn’t register his pompous babble. A politician enjoying the mob’s attention.

His eyes creased as he ran a hand down his chest, slanting his head to a bro next to him. “Get her.”

Rena was released from her table and brought over to me. She stumbled, blinked, her gaze glued to Med.

“Climb on him. Do him, baby. I need him happy.”

She clambered up on the table, settling between my legs. Up this close, I saw the bite marks over her chest, the welts on her swaying breasts and her thin pale thighs. Her hand cupped my balls firmly, and I hissed in air.

“Get in there, bitch.” Med shoved her face down between my legs, and her mouth immediately swallowed my cock, sucking it all the way down her throat.

My breath stuttered.

I wanted to fight it, but I couldn’t. I wanted not to respond to their taunts and games. But her mouth was all I knew. Her mouth was everything. I hardened for her immediately, my pelvis bucking. My body electrified and surrendered to her without a second’s hesitation.

For it.

For her.

For it.

I didn’t fucking know anymore, and my need was one and the same now, all of it Serena.

I lost her mouth and my head shot up.

Med was at her side, trash talking in her ear, his hand at her throat. She was pale as snow, biting down on her lip. He let go of her, and she straddled me and took my cock in her cunt.

Dreams come true when you least expect it.

But this wasn’t what I’d wanted.

Our eyes locked on each other’s as she moved over me, hips rocking, taking me in deeper and deeper the way I’d been imagining. The air left me in a rush, my chest constricted. Whoops and shouts broke out around us.

Whatever we’d shared before in the darkness of my cell was beautiful compared to this. This ugliness out in the harsh light, so many people watching us, breathing over us. This forced, mechanical—

Med cupped one of her tits. “Yeah, that’s it, baby, ride him. Ride him good and hard. And don’t fuckin’ stop.”

Smack.

Her body jerked under his assault, and she rode me faster. Trained and obedient. He gripped her ass, controlling her movement. Her neck stiffened, her jaw tight, but those incredible, fierce blue green eyes held my gaze.

The crowd didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Just her and me. Μe in her.

I pulled on my chains, my hips driving into hers. I pumped inside her silken heat with whatever energy I could muster. My arms were being stretched out, my hands were being tugged on. Flattened against the table.No!Now I only wanted to touch her, feel her flesh come alive, fill my hands with her.

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