Yates beamed. Myers had straightened and, after scowling at her, gave her a mean smile.
“Take her back to her cell, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Yates carried her out of the room and down the hallway, Myers trailing. “Don’t worry, Kennedy. It’ll be good, baby. You’ll learn to like it.”
Instead of leaving her inside her tiny cell, the way he normally did, he and Myers stepped in with her and shut the door behind them. With little space to begin with, the twin bed, small table and chair, and narrow armoire took up most of the room. The pale yellow walls gave the room a gloomy, not cheerful look, the lemon yellow cold, sallow. She didn’t have any windows or a bathroom, just the one door leading to a constantly guarded hallway.
With the men inside, focused on her, she tensed, scared and trying not to show it. Her wrist ached, even as it warmed, the bones healing, the tendons and ligaments readjusting. She cradled her wrist, shocked at the heat now pouring from the joint.
Then an unwelcome scent turned her focus once more to the men in her room. Their thick lust filled the room, and it made her sneeze. She backed away, until she felt the wall behind her.
“You won’t believe how good it feels,” Yates said, his voice low, his arousal clear. To her shock, he dropped his trousers, exposing a thick cock, one shiny with some kind of lubrication. “Myers, come here and bend over.”
Mortified but unable to look away, she watched as Myers eagerly dropped his pants, showcasing an erect,spikedcock—what the hell?—and bent over the lone table she planned to never, ever, sit at again.
“You’re one of us now, Kennedy,” Yates said. “And Circs can only come with another Circ. Our team needs a woman, baby. So bad. See what I have for you?”
She wished she couldn’t see, but from her vantage, she had full access to the pair. Kennedy feared she’d provoke an unwelcome reaction from them if she looked away, so once again she obeyed.
Yates stroked himself before shoving Myers’s feet apart, as wide as they’d go with his jeans around his knees. Both men watched her while Yates shoved inside Myers, who gasped then groaned while Yates fucked him from behind.
She didn’t understand why they felt the need to screw in her room, or why Myers refused to blink, staring at her, as he grew more and more excited. His cock lay over her table, and he ground the stubbed and spiky organ over the rough wood. It had to be uncomfortable, yet he yelled and came all over her table. And he came a lot.
So gross.
He lost it seconds before Yates did. When she saw the rapture on Yates’s face, she knew she’d have a difficult time forgetting it. A sick mix of ecstasy, desire, and a need to hurt his lover. She could hear the echoes of his beast in her mind.Not enough blood. Bite him and gouge him when we fuck again.
“Next time it’s in you, Kennedy.” He withdrew from Myers’ ass and slid his still hard cock back into his pants.
Myers grinned down at himself. “A present for you. Something tasty for you when you get hungry.” Then he did the truly disgusting. He wiped a finger through his semen and licked it. “Yum.”
Yates snickered and zipped up. “There’s plenty more of that to go around. And baby, we’re Circ. We can go for hours.”
Awesome. Hours of being raped by sadistic freaks who loved hearing the word “no.” What a prize.
“But Kennedy, remember,” Myers rumbled. “We’re the nice ones. Be good to us and we’ll protect you from Sheer and the other one.” The horror in his voice scared her all over again. “Trust me. You don’t want Caldane up your fine ass.”
She said nothing, wishing they’d go and leave her alone. Wishing she’d never signed up for the CIA’s secret project. Wishing she could go back and undo all the mistakes she’d made since trusting the wrong people.
The men left, and she sat in the corner, holding her wrist that burned as it healed, aware of the camera that recorded everything she did and said.
Charlie. Charlie, are you okay?
Nothing from her cousin. But maybe that was best. Kennedy needed time to plan their escape, an idea of where the heck they could go that Lang and his millions wouldn’t find them.We’re going to get out of here, Charlie. Soon. Hang on.
Words that gave her little peace as Myers’s scent permeated the room. The memory of the men having sex made her nauseous. Not because two men together disgusted her, but because underlying their sex was an ugly well of violence the pair appreciated. A brutality their beasts wanted, not because it brought pleasure, but because it brought pain.
Oh God. I have to get out of here.
