“So good,” Liv moans, sounding drugged, distant. But we vomited most of it out. This can’t be from the drugs alone.
Jax returns his mouth to her, and Liv cries out. Her entire body tenses, then trembles. She calls his name again, louder this time, as her body convulses. Clear fluid gushes from between her legs, soaking the mattress beneath her.
“See that?” Jax turns to me, his mouth glistening. “Your sister squirts when she comes.” He looks back at Liv. “Did Ari ever make you do that?”
My sister—who I thought was pretending, who said she was playing along to find an escape—is lying there panting, her eyes unfocused, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
The confusion on my face must be exactly what Jax wanted to see. He smiles, brushing Liv’s hair back almost tenderly.
“Your sister’s been keeping secrets,” he says.
Jax rises to his knees on the cot, towering over my sister’s spent body. His hands move to his belt, the metallic clink echoing in our concrete prison. I try to close my eyes, but the guard yanks my hair again, forcing my gaze forward.
“You’re going to watch every second of this,” Jax says, his voice thick with arousal.
He unzips his pants and pulls out his erection, hard, flushed, and huge. I want to vomit, to scream, to disappear into the floor—anything but witness this. But the guard’s grip is unrelenting.
Jax positions himself between Olivia’s spread legs but doesn’t enter her. Instead, he takes his cock in hand and beginsrubbing it against her exposed flesh, sliding it up and down her wetness.
“Look how wet you’ve made me,” he says to Olivia, looking down at where clear fluid leaks from the tip of him onto her body. “I’m not going to fuck you yet, though. Not until you beg for it.” He continues the slow, teasing motion, coating himself in her arousal, mixing it with his own. “But I would love to come all over this pretty pussy. Make even more of a mess of you.”
I feel tears streaming down my face. This nightmare seems endless, stretching into some eternal hell where I’m forced to watch my sister’s violation without being able to stop it.
Liv moans beneath him, her hips lifting slightly off the cot toward his cock. Her face is turned away from me, her eyes fixed solely on Jax as if I don’t exist, as if she’s forgotten I’m even in the room. The sound of her pleasure cuts through me like a knife.
“That’s it,” Jax murmurs to her. “Show your sister how much you want it.”
“Fuck, yes!” Liv moans, her body arching toward Jax’s. The sound of my sister’s pleasure pierces my heart like shattered glass.
Jax increases his pace, grinding himself against her center. His cock slides against her clit with deliberate pressure, not entering her but creating friction that makes her gasp and writhe beneath him.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jax growls, his voice thick with arousal. “Look at you, spreading your legs for the man who kidnapped you.” He grips her thigh harder, leaving fingerprint bruises on her pale skin. “Such a dirty little slut. What would Ari think if he could see you now?”
Liv’s head thrashes from side to side, her blonde hair spilling across the thin mattress. She still won’t look at me, won’t acknowledge my presence as she surrenders to him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Jax demands, rutting against her faster. “Say it!”
“You,” she gasps, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes even as her hips lift to meet his. “I belong to you, Jax.”
His movements become erratic, his breathing harsh. “I’m going to mark you,” he snarls. “Going to come all over this pretty cunt while your sister watches. Show her what happens to girls who play games with me.”
Liv’s moans grow higher, more desperate. “Please,” she begs, “don’t stop—fuck—yes!”
Her second orgasm hits her with visible force. Her entire body convulses beneath him as she cries out his name.
Jax grips himself with one hand, still rubbing against her with the head of his cock as he reaches his own climax. White liquid spurts onto my sister’s exposed flesh, marking her as he promised.
The guard’s grip suddenly loosens. He shoves me away with such force that I stumble across the concrete floor, barely catching myself before colliding with the wall.
I scramble to my cot, curling into the tightest ball possible. My back faces the room, faces them. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, trying to make myself as small as I can. If I could disappear completely, I would.
The sound of rustling clothes and shifting weight fills the silence. I squeeze my eyes shut, but I can’t block out the noises—wet, soft sounds of kissing, my sister’s breathless little moans. The mattress creaks as they move together.
“Perfect,” Jax murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re absolutely perfect, my little slut.”
Olivia whimpers something in response that I can’t make out.
“Shh,” he soothes. “We’ll continue this tomorrow. I have plans for you.”
