Does he want a medal or something?
I give him nothing when he peers into my eyes, hating how much he looks like his younger brother.
He straightens up, running his hands all over my body, massaging the blood into my oil-slickened skin as he rubs his cock against my entrance. His fingers tug at my nipples, his large hands kneading my flesh, and I want to die. I zone out, trying to think of happier times, but it’s challenging when he lifts my legs, pressing them back against my stomach, and I feel heated eyes watching my exposed pussy.
I stifle my cry of surprise when he slams his cock into me in one fast move. The urge to close my eyes is hitting me hard, but I resist. I focus on the pain, both physical and emotional, as Baz fucks me fast. I wouldn’t call it gentle, but he’s not overly rough. My tits jiggle as he thrusts in and out of me, jolting my body. I don’t dare look at Jase. His pain will unlock my own, and I can’t fall apart. Julia appears in my line of vision, a cheery grin spread across her face as she watches me.
In this moment, I vow I’m going to kill her. I don’t know how, but that bitch is going to die.
Baz leans down over me again, kissing my lips before moving to my jaw and slowly working his way up to my ear. He dots kisses all over my face, disguising his intention. “You’ve got to come,” he whispers. “They will make me keep going until you do.”
A fresh wave of horror crests over me.
“Imagine I’m Jase,” he adds. “Remember a time you were together, and replay it in your mind.” He kisses my neck and my collarbone, lifting his head before his lips touch my tits, and I realize he did this for Jase and maybe a little bit for me. So neither of us would have to suffer the alternative.
A shared understanding passes between us when we next lock eyes, and I discreetly nod, doing as he says when his fingers move to my clit and he starts toying with it as he picks up his pace and ruts into me harder.
I let my mind wander to the first time Jase fucked me in public. It was at the library of our high school. We had only been together a couple of months, but I was head over heels in love with him. Our time together was always limited because of school, football, family, and his Julia commitments, so we had to be creative.
This day, he hunted me down in the library, dragged me between the shelves, and fingered me under my uniform skirt until I came all over his hand. Then he pushed me up against the books and fucked me from behind. The thrill of being discovered heightened our arousal, and we’d both come in record time.
It was only when we were done we realized we weren’t alone. Chad had been watching, cock in hand and eyes darkened with lust. I noticed him just as he spurted all over his fingers and the library floor. I knew Chad liked to watch, but it was the first time I realized his voyeuristic tendencies were more than a passing whim.
Chad likes to tease Jase over his exhibitionist kink, but the truth is, we all get a kick out of it.
Those thoughts are floating through my mind as I come all over Baz’s cock while he climaxes inside me, and the ordeal is finally over.
ChapterThirty-Six
Jase
Ihave lost track of time down here in the basement of Luminary HQ, trapped in physical pain and my own torturous mind as I replay Ash’s initiation on a continuous loop. I’m sick to my stomach every time I think about it. Every man’s eyes on her gorgeous body. Her pain-filled screams as those bastards branded her. The disgust on her face as she was forced to drink blood. Her strength and bravery as she succumbed to their final demand, accepting it calmly for me.
All of it hurts, but it’s the image of my brother thrusting inside her, taking something that wasn’t his to take, that elevates my rage into murderous territory.
A snarl rips from my lips in the confines of my small cell, and my fists clench into balls. I meant what I said. My brother is dead to me, and he’ll be sorry when I get my hands on him.
Lying on my back on the single cot, I stare at the plain white ceiling of the windowless room, wondering when they will deem my punishment served so I can return to my life.
I am well acquainted with the lower levels of the compound, having spent plenty of time down here for various rebellions and misdemeanors while growing up. Bree spent a good bit of time here too. They don’t discriminate against females when it comes to beatings. Which is really fucking hypocritical because in every other aspect of our society women have less rights.
They have a ton of single cells down here. All small rooms with narrow cots and en suite bathrooms. The small desk and stool are nailed to the floor, like my bed, so there is nothing I can use to hurt myself or them. The only time I’ve been removed from this room is to be punished.
They have a large hall with all manner of torture equipment and tools and various sadistic bastards more than happy to teach me a lesson.
I’m sure Dad has smoothed things over with Coach and LU. The Luminaries do own it after all. I know Ash is here, being subjected to a crash course in all things Luminary, and I’m desperate to see her. I need to kiss every part of her to check she’s okay and to remind her she belongs to me.
They can beat me and starve me and threaten me, and it won’t make any difference.
Ashley is my girl, my future, my life.
I don’t know how I’m going to swing it, but shewillbe mine.
Turning on my side on the bed, I ignore the pain lancing across my stomach with the motion. Dried blood has crusted on my lips and my nose, and one eye is half shut from the beating I took this morning. They worked me over good but made sure nothing was broken, which must mean they plan to return me to LU sooner than later. I couldn’t be bothered cleaning up when they dragged me back here and tossed me on my bed. I like the pain. It feels like penance for failing to protect the love of my life.
I don’t lift my head when the door opens and a couple of people enter my room.
“Sit up, son. We need to talk,” my father says.
