His eyes darken as he grabs my jaw. “She pissed on you?”
Helene never really did anything, but the guards who were in the basement weren’t acting of their own volition. She’s the one who told them to starve me, to not even allow me any water so I was forced to lick the wet stones to quench my thirst. Then when I was delirious, incapable of moving without my kidneys burning from dehydration, they’d piss into a steel cup, telling me it was water, all while standing there with their mirrored faces so I couldn’t see anything other than how the liquid was yellow once it was in my mouth.
I nod because piss being on my skin can be washed off. He won’t have the image of the guards writing toilet backwards on my forehead so I saw myself how they did in their mirrored masks. Yet he’s still quick to anger as he softly kisses the four points of my face. “Stay here. I’m coming back.”
I sit on the edge of the bed as the sounds of the dogs snarling slowly dies. They pace around the courtyard with blood staining their jowls, dismissing Helene’s limp body. They’re like me too. The poor animals have been forced to live in captivity; now they’re fearful of freedom, so they continue pacing, searching for a threat which won’t come.
Soft whispering gets my attention. I have to crane my neck to see Daigon step outside with steaks bigger than my head. He holds them out to the dogs, his voice louder a fraction as they sniff around him. “You’re safe now.” He sets the steaks on the ground, ready for when they want to eat them, but he doesn’t touch the dogs. He simply allows them to continue sniffing him, smearing Helene’s blood on him as they work around his body. One of the white dogs with big grey splotches on their side lets out a loud bark as it jumps up to rest their front paws on his shoulders. He smiles at the animal, rubbing their side as the others begin to trust him.
Kane comes back as Daigon leads the dogs into the house. He has a large, heavy sack in his hand that’s stained with blood at the bottom. “Move away from the window, koukla mou.” He drops the sack on the ledge, pushing the bulging side so it’s hanging directly above Helene’s head, then struggles to take his knife out while holding it. Fitting myself in front of him, I ask, “What do you need?”
“Cut through the bag towards you. Keep your hand tilted.”
I do as he says, only to be hit with the foulest stench in existence. Putrefied shit. I have to bury my face in his chest as it spills down over Helene’s body, and he lets the bag go to slam the window closed. The scent taints the air. I gag as I pull him out of the room to take him up to the roof where I’d hide with Lennox. As soon as the clean air hits us, I can breathe as I look up at the crazy fuck, laughing. “You collected their intestines?”
“Anything for you,” he breathes against my lips. There’s blood on his hand but I don’t push away from him as he cups my cheek, or when he threads his fingers through my hair and kisses me. I moan into his mouth as I massage down his abs to undo his belt. Our movements swing from frenzied to awe-filled until we’re both naked.
He’s not fully hard as I lower to my knees, wrapping my fingers around his dick before slowly teasing the head with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he moans, tightening his hold on my hair as he taps his stump against my temple like he’s trying to use his left hand. Holding the tip of his dick in front of my mouth, I time the taps with my tongue. “Knock.” Another. “Knock?”
“Who’s there?” He smiles down at me.
“Your wife…”
“Your wife, who?” he says softly, bringing his arm up like he’s trying to touch my face.
“Your wife, whose face you’re going to fuck.”
He slowly inches forward, getting harder as he groans, “Suck, wife.”
“Make me, husband,” I mumble around his fully hard dick.
My scalp stings when he roughly drags my head forward, forcing my nose to touch his groin. I choke around him, my eyes watering and my throat fighting the obstruction. Pulling me back an inch, he spits down on his dick so it races down into my mouth.
“Such a fucking whore,” he groans with love in his eyes. “One hand, koukla mou. That’s all I have, but you’re still choking on my dick without fighting me.”
I nod as I breathe through my nose, hugging his thighs. He lightly kicks my knees. “Open your legs. Rubbing them together won’t help that cunt when it needs me.”
This Kane is my favorite. It’s a mixture of all the versions of himself he’s ever been—the truest Kane. He waits for me to widen my thighs further with the sides of his feet pressed to the inside of my knees, so I don’t close them.
“There she is,” he coos. “Keep sucking until your cunt’s crying out for me.”
I curl my lips over my teeth and slowly massage his length as I watch his abs shudder, his thighs tensing beneath my fingers. But the moans solidify he’s mine.
“Fuck, Delilah.” His neck cords as I increase the pressure, smiling around him. “Is my filthy fucking wife upset I’m not abusing her throat? Is that why you’re playing with me?”
I shake my head, smiling wider as the sky darkens to reveal the stars. There’s no better position to be in to see all of my favorite things as Kane grips my crown, fucking my face harder as he leans his shoulders back. I dig my nails into the back of his thigh as I massage his balls with my other hand, pulling more moans from him.
He’s using me, but I’m the one in a position to hurt him. All it would take is unwrapping my lips from my teeth and biting down, so I increase the pressure to remind us both as I feel his balls tighten.
I yelp as he fists my hair at my crown, forcing me off his dick. Using his stump, he lightly slaps my cheek as his dick glistens with my spit. “Knock.” He slaps me again. “Knock?”
“I know who’s there,” I say breathlessly. “I’ll always know.”
Abruptly dropping to his knees, he slams his lips over mine. The kiss is clumsy and giddy, everything we’ve never been allowed to be as I wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me.
“I love you,” I moan into his mouth as he grinds into me.
