Nila
“LET HER GO.”
Daniel dropped his hold.
I spun to face them. I didn’t know why; I knew what was about to happen and should hide. Hide deep,deepinside. Hide from everything they would do to me.
However, I preferred to stare at the devil than go into this blind. I would rather pay attention, so I knew that I fought. That I’d won against whatever Cut had made me drink. That he hadn’t taken my refusal away from me.
I won’t let myself submit.
I vibrated and throbbed. I still begged for a release.
The drugs from the bonfire ran rampant in my veins. Cut had let me dance. He’d cut the rope from around my wrists and sat beside the fire and watched. At times, I caught him pressing a fist between his legs; others, I thought I witnessed affection on his face.
Every step, I succumbed more and more to the drugs. Every drumbeat, my pussy clenched. If Jethro had touched me, I would’ve dropped to all fours and begged him to fuck me.
I wouldn’t have cared about people or fires or watchful gazes. I would’ve given myself completely in to the fantasy and thrown myself into every debauched act imaginable.
But he wasn’t there.
And buried beneath lust and shameful wetness, I remembered enough to be disgusted at my urges. Below the tremors of salaciousness, I hung on with fingernails so I didn’t double cross every moral I had left.
The more I danced, the more the fire chased away the chill of the night sky, coating my skin with dew.
The sweating and heat helped.
Perspiration helped shed a little of the drug’s claws, bringing me back from untamed animal to a woman I vaguely recognised.
I’d won.
Against the hardest battle of my life.
But now, all that existed was desire and the knowledge there was nowhere for me to run.
Not this time.
No Kestrel to fake it. No Jethro to save me.
Just Daniel, Cut, and me in this flimsy fabric tent.
Drumbeats pounded outside, the occasional whoop and incantation fading into the starlit sky. I’d never battled myself so hard. Never tried to cling to right and wrong when faced with impending doom and wanting so fucking much to give in.
Sex.
They wanted sex.
And whatever they’d given me made me want it bad, too. Terribly bad. Stupidly, fearfullybad.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t forget. Iwouldn’tforget.
And so my body split further into two, quaking and twitching, demanding I give in.
Cut came closer, cupping my cheeks with his rough hands. My skin sparked beneath his touch and I hated, hated,hatedmyself for the way I swayed closer, focusing on his mouth and heat and charred smell from the fire.
He chuckled softly, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
