Page 14 of Addicted to the Ruin

“Don’t you fucking dare say you’re sorry to me, Little Bird. These fuckers may have forgiven you, but you need to earn mine.” Tears fill my eyes at his words, my stomach sinking at the thought that he’s still so angry at me, but at the same time, a thread of arousal runs through me, leaving me panting and all kinds of fucked up. He tilts my head to the side, bringing his mouth to my ear and I shudder when his warm breath tickles me. “And I’ll start by taking out my frustrations on that peachy fucking ass of yours. I’ll bend you over my knee and spank the disobedience out of you until you can’t sit down without thinking of me, and you’ll take every hit and beg for more like a good fucking girl, won’t you?”

I don’t even think, answering without hesitation. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praises, using his grip to twist my head back and slamming his lips to mine so hard that both our split lips reopen, the copper of our blood mingling as he savages me with lips, teeth, and tongue.

It’s a kiss filled with hurt and fury, a punishment with its ferocity, and I take it all, telling him with my own lips of my regret and promising to trust them more in the future.

“If you’re quite finished, young man,” Doc’s mildly stern voice filters through the haze that Knox’s kiss has left me in.

Our chests heave in tandem as we pull apart, his hazel eyes searing into me, even if one is still mostly swollen shut. With a last parting look, he licks his bloody lips and grabs a hold of my hand as Doc situates himself between my legs.

“Is it okay if they’re here, Lark?” Doc questions, and I know that like with the Soldiers before, he would tell my guys to fuck off if I said I didn’t want them here. Doc is a true gent like that.

“Absolutely,” I reply, and Knox squeezes my hand in reassurance as the others form a protective semi-circle around the top half of me, which isn’t easy given how close to the wall I am.

“Okay. You’re going to need to lie down for this one,” Doc instructs, and Tarl is at my side, helping Knox to maneuver me so that I’m lying on top of the blanket. “I apologize, this might sting a little as you’re probably still very tender,” Doc says kindly, giving me a second before he tugs my leggings and panties down, then places his gloved hands on my inner thighs and gently pries them apart.

I gasp in a breath as he touches my lower lips, his fingers feeling the area and making sure all is as it should be. Well, as much as having several stitches in my pussy should be.

“Look at me, Little Bird,” Knox commands, and I turn my head, realizing that I’m gripping his hand so tightly my knuckles have turned white. I go to loosen my grip, but he just wraps his other hand around my own.

“You squeeze as hard as you need, princess.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat that seems to have taken up permanent residence there recently.

“All done,” Doc announces, and my legs immediately snap closed. Having anyone between them, even Doc, sends my pulse racing and sweat beading on my brow. I guess the trauma has to come out somehow. I’m not sure how I feel about having the guys touch me like that again, and a flash of anger at what has happened to me makes my jaw clench. “Everything is healing as it should,” Doc continues, taking off his gloves and putting them in a biowaste bag along with some cotton that he used to clean the area. “And I’ll leave you some witch hazel to soak the pads I left for you in. It helps the healing and according to my wife, after the birth of each of our five children, it’s a must for any soreness down there.”

“You have five children, Doc?” Knox inquires, an intensity to his tone that has me turning back to stare at him, my eyes narrowed.

“Yep, two girls and three boys. Kept us on our toes as they grew up. Especially those girls.” Doc chuckles, and I glance back to watch as he gets out a glass bottle with a label that reads ‘Witch Hazel.’ “All grown up now, my youngest has just left medical school.” There’s pride in his tone when he talks about them.

“Why do you ask, Knox?” I question, a suspicion forming in my mind that I am not fucking ready for.

“No reason to concern your pretty head about, princess,” he patronizes, but the slight tilt of his lips tells me otherwise. “Yet anyway.”

I purse my lips, earning a deep huff of laughter and a kiss as Doc packs away the rest of his things, leaving the bags of goodies that he clearly organized for us. He doesn’t say anything, though I swear there’s a glint in his eye and I feel like I’m missing something here.

“I’ll be back again tomorrow, but in the meantime, keep the area clean and rest up, but try to move a little every hour to keep your lungs clear of any mucus.”

“I told you,Koshgelam,” Tarl states softly, and I do the grown-up thing of sticking my tongue out at him before looking at Doc once more.

“Will do, Doc. Thanks again for all of this,” I tell Doc, Knox helping me into a sitting position.

“Don’t mention it,” Doc replies. “To anyone, really.” He gives a small chortle. “Now, boys, I’m afraid it’s time to get you back to your cell.” His eyebrows gather in, and his mouth is downturned.

They each kiss me again, leaving my lips tingling as I watch them leave my cage, Tarl carrying one of the bags, presumably with the stew in, and there’s a lighter feeling in my chest even as my soul cries out at the distance.

Doc locks my barred door and then waits for Knox, Jude, and Tarl to walk into their cage.

“Mr. Taylor, a word if I may?” Doc presses, grasping Aeron’s upper arm as he goes to walk past. Doc leans in close, whispering something in Aeron’s ear before slipping something into Aeron’s trouser pocket. Aeron nods and Doc gives him a pat on the back, then locks the door behind Aeron. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Tarl

“Black” by LXX

Lark falls asleep not long after Doc's visit, exhaustion too strong for our brave bird to fight off as she snuggles in the blanket and pillow that Doc bought for her. I must remember to ensure Adam gives him a sizable bonus for his help.

“What did Doc give you?” I whisper to Aeron as Knox does push-ups in the corner despite his fractured ribs, and Jude hums along to some tune that I think is from Mary Poppins as he stares at Lark with an intensity that is all Jude. I don’t tell him to stop, I know it brings him as much peace as it does the rest of us, perhaps even more so.

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