“What are you doing, love?” he murmured, lips hovering just a hair over the piercing on my right nipple. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.” His thumb grazed my bare abdomen, journeying north over my rib cage.
“You said to keep warm, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Question is, will you follow through and help me or not?”
“Helena,” he rasped, the pads of his fingers grazing a hardened tip, “you’re the most confusing woman I have ever met.”
I drew closer to his lips. “Don’t get things twisted, Silas. I’d fuck you and kill you even as I’m coming on your cock.” He laughed, brushing my piercing with his mouth. Heat coiled in my core, as his tongue joined the assault.
I was unsure why I sat over his lap, what we were doing. But damn it all. We could be dead in the next hour or two. In fact, there was a high probability of that. Looking down at my state of undress, with only a scant black thong, darkness gripped my heart. Whatever future these men had for me, I knew it wouldn’t be good. Maybe this was my last chance to be in control of my body. It was a depraved and sorrowful thought. But right now wasn’t a moment for wallowing.
“You’re bleeding. They hurt you.”
“You hurt me too.”
The hint of a wince, maybe guilt, moved through his expression briefly before a mask of lust and anger slipped back into place. “I won’t apologize. You’ve been trying to kill me for weeks.” His fingers slid into the side of my thong and over my swollen clit. “Yet here you are, so fucking wet for me, Helena.”
“For you?” I said, throwing my head back as his fingers dipped inside—first one, then two.
“Are you telling me this pretty pussy is soaked for one of those bastards out there?” My head lolled when the third finger stretched me to the point of sweet pain.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I taunted, rocking against his hand.
Silas growled into the hollow of my neck, and my eyes widened when he hooked and tugged me closer to him by my pussy. “Let’s get one thing straight. Outside this moment, I’d put a hollow point through that beautiful face of yours.” Another tug ripped a rolling moan from my throat. “And cut this tempting little neck open just to see how pretty you bleed.” Fuck. I was so turned on. He had to feel the flush of arousal dripping down the palm of his hand. “But while I have my fingers inside you, you’re mine. This cunt is mine. Understood?”
Never one to be outdone, I leaned over his ear. “Show me.”
The bastard pinched my clit, and I almost lost it right then. “Show you what, Helena?”
“Stake your claim. Show me how much it belongs to you.”
He grinned, rising to the challenge. Without breaking eye contact, his hand slipped from between my parted thighs and into his mouth. I watched with hooded eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. But Silas didn’t stop there. His gaze was captivated, hazed with lust as he lost himself in mine until his tongue rolled beneath my nipple, where streaks of blood had dried over the wound that the dead asshole had left.
“Fuck…” I moaned, nails digging into the nape of his neck.
“You taste like heaven, love,” he murmured, still lashing and suckling. “Every part of you. So damn good.”
“What do you know about heaven?” I clutched his long hair and pulled my lip between my teeth as he continued lapping the blood, almost coming undone at the thought. It was primal and so goddamn sexy. “No—it’s hell you’re savoring, Silas. It’s the taste of a tainted soul…just like yours.”
His teeth gently clasped the silver barbell, and I had to clamp down hard on my jaw to stifle whatever ungodly noise had blazed up my throat.
“I know what awaits me on the other side of this life. We’re fairly well acquainted. But this—you—is something else.”
“Am I?” I whispered. He nodded slowly, eyes closing. “So much so that you shoved me naked into a cabin of armed men?”
His eyes popped open, but he couldn’t react before I head-butted him between his brows.
“Fuck!” He tossed me off his lap and caged me in, glaring at me like he wanted to end my life that very instant. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You deserve that and more.”
He lunged forward, straddling me and grabbing me by the throat. His usual M.O. I rolled my eyes.
“If you won’t make this fun, stop tempting me.”
Silas and I were too distracted to notice when the compartment door slid open, nor the two men standing behind us.
Their booming laughter followed soon after as they took in our compromising position, startling us into silence. The urge to rip their heads off rolled through me in a fiery wave.
“I want next,” the lankier of the two gruffed with more laughter as he approached, clutching my hair and dragging me toward the door. It hurt like hell, the sting of his tightening grip almost unbearable, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of screaming. Assholes like these pathetic yes-men thrived on fear and the scraps of power their handlers afforded them.
