Samuel says, “Give my dick a break and fuck yourself with this. I need it wet.”
Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.
Holding my breath, I slam my eyes shut as they wiggle under and before me. She digs her nails into my face, pulling it to hers as she releases a loud, guttural moan. The breath I’ve been holding rushes out. She chuckles and takes my mouth.
I try to get away from her hold on me, but as I back away, Samuel smacks my ass. The sound echoes throughout the room. It blends with the scream that tears from my throat when a second smack lands right on the first, while shoving his fingers back into my hole. He pistons them in and out of me brutally. My hole is so dry that his fingers pull at the tender tissues, and I feel like he’s ripping me apart.
The squishy, squelching noises turn my stomach, but they’re there one moment and gone the next. I take a deep breath, happy that’s over. A second exhale leaves me when Samuel pulls his fingers from my ass. I’m not able to enjoy the small reprieve because she wraps her hand around my dick. She toys with it over and over, but it’s soft and uninterested.
“He’s soft,” she whines and Samuel replies, “You’re sitting on the only cock you’re getting.”
Relieved, I blow out a long slow sigh, only to suck it right back in as I scream, “GAAAAAAAAH!”
Searing, blinding, all-encompassing pain takes over my body as Samuel shoves something up my ass. I’m torn in half by a dildo. Hopefully. The agony hammers at my brain, forcing me to lose what little grip I have on what’s happening to me, and everything flickers out like a candle with a too-short wick.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DRAVEN
If we were being watched,that would explain how they’d taken us by surprise. Grabbing the mouse, I swirl it around to find the pointer, clicking on the message box when I do.
Is Tavish baby bird?
Who the fuck is this?
Draven Helvig
Where’s the boy?
Taken
Fuck!
My phone rings. Blocked Caller shows up on the screen at the same time a message pops up on the computer.
That’s me. Answer the fucking phone.
“Aye,” I answer cautiously, nae sure what or who I’m tangling myself up with.
“My name’s Cato.”
“The guy who taught Tavish all this tech shit. Nice to meet you, Cato. I’m Draven.”
I want to add ‘and left him to fend for himself,’ but I bite my tongue.
“And you’re the big ass Viking that’s Tavish’s Daddy Dom.”
“Och, aye.”
“Taken where and by whom?”
“Samuel. By boat from my home in Scotland.”
“Which direction did they go?”
“Due North. They headed directly towards the islands.”
“They’re not going there. They’d have to ferry back. They went north to get out of your line of sight.”
