“Pres, are you sure?” I ask as she swipes her thumb over my tip, causing me to groan.
“Yes. I want you both,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine. I growl when she sucks my tongue into her mouth, flicking the tip. Her hand tightens around my length as Radley opens her legs, lifting one over his hip.
“Braxton, feel how wet she is for us. I want to watch her make you cum,” he groans, and she giggles.
“I want to watch you both cum. Preferably on my face. Fill my mouth together.” She laughs, and I shake my head. This can’t be real. This is a dream.
“No, I can’t do that—Fuck, Pres.” I groan the faster she pumps my dick.
“Come on, Braxy. Show Daddy how much of a good boy you are,” she taunts, but I shake my head.
“No. This is not real,” I shout as I try to pull away.
“It is real. Can’t you feel me. Hear me, see me. It’s real, Braxton. Now cum for me!” she growls, snapping her teeth at me. What the fuck?
“Braxton, Braxton. Wake up!” someone shouts, and I jolt awake, sweat pouring down my face. My eyes snap open to Caspian standing next to me.
“Wh-at, what the fuck was that?” I ask, and his brows furrow.
“You were screaming in your sleep!” he growls, and I sit up. My shirt is soaked, clinging to my chest. I rip the blanket off me and remove the drenched shirt from my body.
“You need a shower. Jesus. Get ready. We got a drop to make, and we need to get to the Dungeon,” he tells me, and I nod. He goes to leave but spins, looking at me with a raised brow. “You good?” he asks, and I take a deep breath.
“No, but I will be. Is there a fight tonight? I need to work this shit out with my fists,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“I’ll call Hayden and get it worked out. Are you sure though?” he asks, and I growl, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Yes, I am sure. It’s going to take a lot more of those goons to keep me down,” I say, and he nods.
“Atta boy. Meet me downstairs in twenty.” He grins, then leaves my room.
Taking another deep breath, I run my hands through my sweat-soaked hair.
It was just a dream…
Chapter 17
Presley
“You both failed. I should’ve known you’d be a disappointment. Please, you came from the Radleys. That entire bloodline is a disgrace!” Master scolds as Axel rocks beside me, screaming.What did I do? I thought this would set him free. I haven’t seen him act like this since… Amber. FUCK!
“Shh, it’s okay. I promise I won’t hurt you,” I whisper, trying to reassure him. “Axel, it's me, your Angel Baby. You’re safe. I promise you’re safe.” But his head snaps up and his eyes pierce through my skull. All I see is hate and disgust. I shake my head as tears fall from my eyes. I can’t stand the look on his face. I can’t take the way he’s looking at me, but most of all, I hate what I did to him. I hate that I touched him without his consent. I fucking killed Amber for this very fucking reason, and now look at me.Fucking disgusting.
“I wanted him to submit, and now it seems neither of you completed your tasks. There will be consequences for that!” Master continues to berate us, but I ignore him. His words don’tcut deep enough for me to care. I’ve already heard it all before. I just keep trying to console my Fallen Angel, but he’s wrapped so tightly in a ball, shaking and screaming.I don’t know what to do. This is all my fault.
“Get him to shut up! For heaven's sake, and do it quickly before I do it myself!” he orders, but I can’t. My touch is tainted. My voice is stained red—much like the rest of my body from Axel's brutality. I revel in it though. Master doesn’t understand or maybe he doesn’t know that we both love the pain. We are cutters. It's what landed me here after all.
As I stare at Axel, wishing he would look at me, my hands shake as blood drips down my arms and onto the white floor. It’s the first time since entering this room that I notice how white and clean it is. Except for now. The white against the deep red shines so brightly it’s almost too bright to look at. I shiver in my gown, wanting to take it off and wrap it around Axel’s trembling naked body.I just wanted him to be free.Master ripping the blindfold from Axel's eyes made my heart drop and I wanted to vomit. The crazy look in his eyes frightened me to the core. I’ve never seen him look like that, but what did I expect? I touched him. I forced him, just like they’ve forced me all these years. Did I really expect anything less? He should’ve slid that cutter through my neck and just taken me out of my misery. What do I have left? Axel will never fucking forgive me. I don’t think I will ever forgive myself at this point. Between him and Braxton, I deserve everything that’s coming—everything.
Taking off my gown, I wrap it around Axel. His eyes snap to mine and furrow, but he’s not really looking at me. He’s looking through me like I’m a stranger, and that’s okay. I deserve it.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but he shakes his head. God, I miss his words, but I did this. I created this wall between us, and I promise to work every day for the rest of my life to break it down if that means I can have him back.
“Did I tell you–you can undress?” Master scolds as I stand, jutting my chest out.
“No, but he needs it more than me!” I tell him, and my head snaps to the side, his ring slicing across my cheek from the backhanded slap. I wince because I know better. But my body has been seen by many men and women, so standing here stark naked means absolutely nothing to me. All I want to do is protect Axel, even if it means I’m the one who has to suffer the consequences.
“Good little dolls, don’t talk back!” he snaps, and I roll my eyes. Another slap only this time the sting of his palm and the force of his swing snaps my head back and I cry out. “You are so disrespectful. But I have the remedy to fix that,” he says, and I just stand there, feeling defeated because I can’t fight back. He will kill me and then who will be here to save Axel. No one.
