The room falls eerily silent.
“I know you’re awake, songbird,” his deep baritone cuts through the silence. Suddenly it floods back to me. The computer. The files. The deception. The drugging. “Let me go,” I say weakly. I dare to open my eyes. The bright light burns my irises. My
head is still swimming, so my words come out slurred. The room spins in a hazy blur.
Kieran and Zain hover over me. Kieran has blood dripping from his lip. I don’t have to guess who it’s from. Zain’s head tilts to the side. His eyes flicker to my bound wrists and ankles before meeting my gaze again.
“Not gonna fight?” Zain cocks his head.
His words come out challenging and predatory. I’m petrified in place, as if I could get away anyways. I’d be nuts to think I could ever match his crazy. Escape is futile with him. We both know what Zain wants, he gets.
My eyes skip between both of them. “Help…please?” I look at Kieran, pleading.
He throws his hands up and takes a tentative step back. “Don’t look at me, sweetheart.” He smirks before turning on his heel, leaving me alone with the devil himself.
Zain sinks onto the mattress, making it dip under his weight. “The problem is, songbird, you went snooping. Didn’t you?” He looks at me straight-faced, like I’m a kid he caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
I shake my head roughly against the comforter, causing my hair to fall in front of my eyes, obstructing him from my view.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls. Reaching for my hair, he tips my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. My scalp burns. “Say it. Did you snoop?” he asks mockingly.
I screw my eyes shut and fight back the lump forming in my throat. “Yes.” My voice sounds harsh and dry. Tears well up in my eyes.
His face falls but his eyes hold that dead-eyed stare. “I’m not going to pretend to be your savior, songbird, but right now I’m the only one who can protect you.”
Protect me? From what? From who? What delusion is he living in?
No. This is just another tactic he’s using to exercise control over me.
I lick my dry, cracked lips. “Let me go. I know you. You’re better than this,” I whisper, hoping he can be reasoned with. But I know better; Zain does what Zain wants to do, despite the consequences.
Clearly my words provoke him because he wrenches my head back farther and lowers himself into my face. His lips brush mine. His scent envelops me, embedding into every fiber of my very being.
“Am I?" he mocks. When his hands slowly reach for his belt buckle, I freeze. A wicked smile grows on his lips, but my vision stays locked on his eyes, lost in the endless void of darkness.
I almost think he’s going to kiss me. Then he snaps himself back like a rubber band and rips his belt off in one fluid motion. I’m panting, utterly ashamed at my body’s response. The throb between my legs aches. The devil himself was sent here to tempt me, and I am unable to stop the endless stream of emotion flowing through me. Even tied and bound at his mercy with the knowledge he’s a killer doesn’t deter me from him.
I look down as his bulge tents his pants. Slowly, he lowers his jeans and boxers until his cock springs free. Veiny and thick, it slaps against his shirt. He gives it a few lazy strokes. The metal of his piercings makes him hiss out in pleasure as he squeezes.
A whimper leaves my throat, and he growls in approval. “Open,” he commands.
Without another prompt, I widen my jaw to accommodate his thick, lengthy girth. I’ve never sucked dick before, but it seems Zain is destined to be my first for everything, so I obey willingly. I’m not exactly in a position to bargain.
His eyes darken with a wild bestial look of barely contained raw desire. His cock slips past my dry, cracked lips, and he doesn’t go gentle. As if I thought he would. His piercings scrape along my teeth as he fists my hair in one hand and grips my jaw with his other. His thrusts are claiming and riotous. His unbridled chase for pleasure is all he’s after. My throat constricts and I gag, choking on my spit. I can’t even pull back if I wanted to. I tremor against my restraints as tears prick at my eyes and wet my lashes. I try to time my gasps of air with his thrusting.
“Take it, songbird. All of me. I want to ruin you the way you’ve ruined me.”
Anger fuels his words, and he fists my jaw harder, forcing me to open as wide as I can.
My pussy throbs between my legs, and I rock my hips, rubbing my thighs together for any type of friction. I can feel bruises forming along my jawline already, and it only feeds my shameful desires. His head falls back and he lets out the most sexy, dark, carnal growl I’ve ever heard a man make.
His seed is like an explosion in my mouth. Salty, warm, and tangy, just like him. I rock my hips harder, triggering my own release. I moan around his cock, the vibration making him pump more cum into mymouth. He forces every drop down my tongue, past my throat. I drink every last drop like a wanton whore.
The moment my adrenaline settles and my desire recedes, shame fills me. My cheeks heat as he steps back to catch his breath. His cock slides from my lips while his salty taste is still bathed on my tongue.
“Good girl,” he praises.I stumble over my words. “Why did you choose me?” I ask breathlessly. I’m desperate for him to touch me again, and it sickens me. “They. Chose. You.” His words leave his lips slowly. He draws each one out with such hatred and looks at me just the same.
Confusion falls over me.
