Page 108 of Hell Hath No Fury
"Out," I shout at them.
I have no right to order them around. I don't know where this sudden bold nature has come from. All I know is they’re no longer needed here. The next part of Snake's torture and my healing involves only me and, of course, Caim. We’re the real monsters who dwell in the shadows of humanity.
“Caim?” Heat questions.
“She needs this.”
“You down with it?” Iron seeks confirmation from me. “Gunner, he could…”
"She needs this," Caim repeats and brings me closer to him.
Iron and Heat look at each other, worry passing between them.
“Just don’t kill him,” Heat threatens as he secures Snake’s damaged arm onto the rack, once again.
“I won’t,” Caim insists.
Both men nod their heads and leave.
Snake’s writhing in so much pain, and his eyes have rolled back in his head. He’s borderline unconscious. Caim lets go of me and picks up a metal bucket sitting by the gas stove. He places it in the sink and fills it with water before throwing it over the semi-comatose man. Snake gasps awake and instantly starts screaming in agony again.
“You’re lucky we chose your arm. The device was originally designed for pulling dicks off," the badass biker next to me says as he smirks and comes back behind me.
I feel Caim lower his hand over my stomach and down to the hem of my t-shirt. I know beneath I'm nude, but nakedness doesn't bother me—it’s clothes I’m finding irritating. He pulls my t-shirt off, and I don't even flinch. He understands exactly what I need now, and I allow him to take over. I merely stand and stare at Snake whose eyes confirm he knows I'm finding my salvation while he’s suffering. He didn't break me. He may have made me different, but I'm not going to be a victim.
Caim moves his hand over the scars on my body.
"For every injury you inflicted on her, you’ll have the same done to you." He pulls a knife from his pocket and slashes four quick cuts into Snake's abdomen. The blood flows to the surface and glistens with its beauty. Another three cuts are inflicted. "Those are for the scars I can see."
I place my hand on Snake's stomach and dig a finger into one of the wounds. It's not deep, but I know it’s hurting him.
“Just get on with it. The foreplay is getting boring,” Snake grunts from between gritted teeth.
Caim punches him in the face, breaking the demon's nose and smearing scarlet across his face.
“Show some respect,” Caim orders as he dips his fingers in between my legs.
He can feel how wet I’ve become. He circles my clit with his thumb, increasing the pressure each time. I wish I could say I've never orgasmed before and this will be my first time, but my body has betrayed me in the past and not just the once. When a man is determined to degrade you in the worst possible way, as Snake has done to me, you can't always prevent your response, no matter how hard you try. I’m thankful I’ve never come during actual sex, though.
I lean my head back against the center of Caim’s chest. He’s a lot taller than me. In fact, I’ve realized today I’m rather short—not eating well during adolescence probably didn’t help. I shut my eyes and allow my body to lose itself in the pleasure Caim is bringing me. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to hit, the first satisfying and voluntary one of my life. It cascades through my body, leaving me shuddering and teetering on weakened knees.
“She screamed louder for me.” Snake’s derogatory comment floods through my blissful haze, and I snarl at him.
Caim doesn’t let it bother him, though. He picks me up and places me so I’m leaning against the rack, and then he unzips his jeans to reveal a beautiful, hard cock. It’s so stunning I want to cry. Snake’s is nothing in comparison—his is one of those that requires a magnifying glass to find, and when you do locate it, it looks ugly, especially when erect.
I part my legs to allow Caim’s member access to my core and lean back against the rack. Snake can’t move freely as he’s still tied down, so when I feel my head come to rest on his stomach, I smile because I know there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Layla, You sure about this?" Caim asks as he tilts his head and rubs his cock through my folds.
Remember the part where I said I wasn't a victim. Well, that’s what this is about. Snake could have turned me off sex forever, but instead, he's made me an exhibitionist. His actions have led me to a man who, like me, has jet-black blood running through his veins. Together we’ll make an uproar to rival the fiery screams of hell.
I nod, and without ceremony or tender care, he thrusts inside me, to the hilt.
I welcome him with a cry of ecstasy. My body igniting with lascivious desire.
We move together as one. His hips bucking like a wild animal rutting its mate. It's raw, powerful, and oh so necessary.This isn't lovemaking—this is the start of my recovery, and a demonstration of our depraved souls.
I can feel Snake beneath me, squirming against his bindings, and bringing my hands up above my head, I dig my fingernails into his flesh. The blood from the cuts on his body covers my hands, and he screams out every time Caim buries himself inside me.
