Page 74 of Seeking Two Lovers

Sodomized at ten—a mere fucking week before I’d met him for the first time.

All ending with Quell’s “gift” coating his skin, done in the name of forgiveness and godly love.

I fought to keep from vomiting, my head tipped back against the couch we’d made our way to, Blaine tucked up against my side like the child his voice suggested he was.

Timid and terrified, he trembled against me, and I couldn’t begin to imagine the racket in his head. The words continued to pour from him, a torrent of sick filth that had poisoned him for most of his life.

Once the fuck face Quell had his fill, Blaine been gifted to his wife Clara for “aftercare.”

The stately, raven-haired, blue-eyed cunt probed and prodded, licked, and sucked to clean Blaine of her husband’s seed.

Sick. Fucks.

They deserved an eternity suffering in fire and brimstone, damnation along with the worst of souls burning in hell.

My stomach clenched like granite at the thought of Blaine’s sister, the abuse she probably experienced as well.

And her belly swelled from those same gifts.

If Blaine learned what the Higgins had found out for me, he would lose his shit. I didn’t doubt he would hop on a flight, steal a gun, and break into the compound, bullets flying.

But how could I keep the truth from him? He would hate me if he somehow learned on his own and that I’d known all along—

“I dream about the other kids who didn’t escape like I did.” Blaine sat quieter, slumped against me as though emotionally drained, the well of nightmares in his soul running dry. I doubted it would stay empty consider the vividness of his memories. “I hadn’t ever been close with anyone other than Sarah, my sister.”

His voice cut off, his audible swallow harsh in my ears, and I fucking knew I had to spill my guts too.

“I left her there, regardless of what awaited her as she grew older.” Blaine gulped air into his lungs as though desperate to keep from sobbing. “She was twelve when I took off, and Quell hadn’t yet touched her. Anytime I caught him eyeing her, I would misbehave to take his focus off her.”

More time in the box, more agony on his knees, I expected.

My eyelids slammed shut, teeth clenched tight to hold back from screaming the curses boiling inside my head.

“She was so beautiful. Gorgeous hazel-green orbs that hadn’t hazed over from pain or a conflicted soul.” Blaine let out a shuddered sigh and lifted away from me. Palms scrubbed over his face, and I finally caught sight of his red-rimmed eyes.

My hand found his scruffy cheek on its own, and I went with my desire, pulling him closer until our foreheads rested together.

I inhaled an easier breath with the closeness, allowing my love for him to coat the fucked-up mess he’d unleashed.

“What can I do, B?” I whispered, unable to add to his misery in that moment. “Tell me how to make this shit fade inside your head so you can move forward in your life.”

His exhale ghosted over my lips, and fuck, how I wanted a taste, but I willed away the blood swelling my dick.

“Anything,” I pushed. “Whatever you need.”

“It’ll never fade,” he stated quietly, seeming more settled inside. “But you just being you—listening and acting as my rock makes living easier.”

I wished that rock he spoke of allowed for even deeper hardness, one he would accept…

Fucking Quell had ruined Blaine and my hopes of loving him in the way I craved. He would never allow a sexual touch from another man.

Heart heavy and eyes stinging, I sat back, needing a bit of space before I succumbed to the urge to lean in and take his lips regardless of the truth that he would push me away in disgust.

Devastation punched through my chest over his defeated gaze.

Protectiveness rose inside me.

I wanted to insist he see a therapist, someone with the knowledge to help him find some sort of healing. Fuck knew I didn’t have the words to guide him.

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