He rubs a thumb on my swollen lower lip, and I murmur, “Interesting for a priest.”
“He was eccentric. I’ll share more about him sometime. But you know the history between us, you and me. What you don’t know is how I had fucking enough after two years. Enough torture. Enough abuse. Enough of biding my time while watching other children punished with ice baths, sleeping outside in the cold, or locked in the basement where he fucked me, made me bleed, made me sit in my own goddamn filth.”
My heart screams for him. It weeps, knowing it all started with me. He took the trauma for me.
One press, and I open wide right before he hammers my throat, letting the monster out. But I’ve never seen him morecontrolled. I work to open my throat as he thrusts, hand necklace, giving me air, and rinse repeat.
Finally, he rubs his member, slick with my saliva, along my cheek. “I was seventeen years old. Vincent had aged out, but he was still fighting, still providing. But one night, while the bastard was fucking me, I took one of the priest’s arrowheads I kept in my shoe and stabbed the bastard. Not to kill him. Just wound him. And I dragged his rotten ass all the way up the stairs and to the commons area.”
He pounds again, and I see the veins throbbing in his neck, his breath leaving in quick bursts as he tries to control himself. I take it all. My throat burns. My jaw aches. But I am here for him. His sharp but tortured eyes imprison mine. Chains to keep me, not to cage me.
“I forced him to face all the children he’d abused,” he continues. “Not one was free of his trauma. Vincent was there, back from a recent provision trip. We were all there. Rory had been learning to cook and how to use a knife. Seth was a prodigy lumberjack by then, chopping the most wood for the fireplaces there.”
He pulls out. And cups my chin, thumbing away more tears.
“We woke the children. Quietly. Not alerting the staff who turned a blind eye to all his abuses. I had Seth take the little ones outside. They didn’t need to see what we were about to do. Not all of us are built for blood. But the older ones…” he trails off, dragging his thumb down my throat. “They watched. I wanted them to remember that monsters can die. That we canendthem.”
He grips my throat again. I open my mouth, struggling for air. The endorphins rage inside me.
He jerks his chin to the others. And I feel their shadows falling upon us. Raphael loosens his grip, and then…they are all there.
A desperate sob escapes my mouth when Vincent locks my wrists behind my back and yanks the straps down my shoulders, freeing my breasts. He cups one.
“Vincent broke his jaw with one punch,” Raphael says.
Oh, God! Jude gets on the floor between Raphael and I, peels back my thong, and puts his hot tongue to my clit, hypnotizing me, paralyzing.
“Jude dropped him with a needle—paralysis.”
I gasp at the familiar sensation of Rory parting my cheeks to lick my anus.
“Rory whipped him like he whipped so many. And then opened him up like a butcher.”
My blood catches fire. Too much all at once, wreaking havoc on my senses but surging adrenaline in my veins and liquid heat in my center. Jude’s fingers dip inside me, pumping them in and out.
Raphael thrusts back in, ramming down my throat. “I put a blade through his heart. And Seth…”
My Timber takes my other breast in his hand, closes his warm mouth around one erect nipple, and sucks hard, circling the bud with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, Gods!” I cry out.
“Seth dismembered him like rotten wood. And not one of those kids looked away.”
He pauses, letting the tension coil tighter while coiling his hand tighter around my throat, the thrusts quicker now. My pussy clenches harder, hungrier, hotter around Jude’s fingers, wanting more, needing more.
“Then, we lit the match. The first and last time I let Rory play with fire. He lit the whole fucking place up like a funeral pyre.”
I picture the flames licking the sky, justice scorching the rot from that house as he fucks my mouth, balls slapping against my chin.
“Some staff made it out. Most didn’t. We didn’t look back.”
I love the sounds coming from his throat, animalistic growls as he gives me everything—as they give me everything. Vincent tweaks my nipple with his other hand, kneading my breast while Seth keeps licking and suckling the other.
Sweat beads on my skin.
“Foster families took the little ones. The rest of us scattered. Jude enlisted, but stayed with me the year before. Rory slipped into the gangs. Seth stuck by me. We survived in the shadows.”
Jude drags the flat of his tongue along my clit before circling it devilishly, then flicking the side of the wet, pink nub.
