Kane runs his fingers up my nape, gripping my hair at the root. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
I continue screaming as he fucks me in brutal strokes. Each one is progressively harder than the last while he pushes my face deeper into the sheets. My scream is cut off as he tugs my head back, forcing me to look up at the ceiling. Those pale green eyes nearly glow in the small amount of light seeping through the open bathroom door as he leans over me.
My,he mouths,filthy whore.He spits down in a line as I smile, opening my mouth to catch it.
Wrapping his free hand around my jaw, he forces my head back even further. His fingers dig into my cheek and jaw, but the other side is gentle as he sweeps his thumb against my jawline, out of sight from his grandmother.
I push my hips up in thanks for his attentiveness, instantly regretting it when it pushes him deeper into me. I can’t escape the intensity as he tightens his hold on my head.
Come for me,he mouths, tilting his hips.Just for me.
Make me,I mouth back, clenching around him.
We’re both fucked up because he smirks. I have the urge to laugh even with the tapping in the room. He slowly massages down my jaw to wrap his fingers around my neck, quirking his brow as he squeezes. My moan is trapped in my throat from the lack of air, forcing my heart to beat faster. Fear mixes with my endorphins, flooding my body with a beautiful mix of emotions, making the world drop away.
A garbled scream leaves me as he alternates the pace of his thrusts. Some hard, hitting a spot that builds my release, others slower. The slow ones are worse, they allow me to feel every inch of his dick. He lightly shakes his hand on my neck, causing my fingers to slip from his cuff, then mouths,Play with that needy clit.He spits in my open mouth.
I open wider so he can see me place two fingers against my tongue before I slip my hand under my body and circle my clit. He pushes his hips forward, trapping me beneath him, controlling my fingers to be in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck,” I moan.
He tightens his fingers around my neck. “You are for me to use, not fucking listen to.”
The bite of pain against my scalp, my air being cut off, the way he fucks me harder has my entire body shuddering. My fingers shake against my clit as he mouths,That’s my wife.
One thrust.My dirty wife.Another thrust.My pretty girl.
Light bursts behind my eyes and he stills in time with me with his lips pressed to my hair—out of sight from Helene. Still covering me as much as he’s able to. Still showing me care when we’re forced to hurt each other.
34
KANE
The flight back to Austria was the first time I managed to get any sleep since leaving the island. Delilah’s scent is even more potent with the hood over my head as we drive back to my prison with the memory of my wife clinging to me.
Kid’s things are in the bag next to me, knocking into my thigh with the harsh turns as the tires crunch over the snow. I forgot to ask Lennox to check on him when we got on the jet, so he’ll probably be asleep. I’ll figure out a way to wrap them in towels or something so he can unwrap them when he wakes up. I smile to myself under the hood at the thought of how his face will light up when he sees the jigsaw I found. He’ll be so damn happy when we put it together, revealing the meadow of butterflies. With the smell of my wife on my skin, the reminder of how she felt when I held her on the ledge, and the ability to give my boy some normality, I can’t stop smiling.
I slip forward in my seat as the car comes to a sudden stop. Cold air floods through when the door beside me is tugged and Lennox’s gloved fingers press against the inside of my wrist as he cuts through the zip ties holding them together. I quickly force my face to be blank in time for the hood to be removed.
Kid is all I can think about. How his face will light up at his very own pajamas. For once, Rowan isn’t standing at the door to greet us. I don’t even question it as I enter the cabin, bag in hand. Either I’m going crazy, or I’m truly fucked up beyond repair as I navigate the strange hallway without any care for the screams for help echoing out of the captive’s cells.
I turn, ready to sneak the gifts into the room.
The door is fucking open.
My heart beats erratically as I enter the room, searching each corner for my kid. The bathroom door is open too. Fucking empty. Looking above the door, I check the light. No color. Unlit. Not white, so he won’t be eating.
“Kid? Are you hiding?” I drop the bag, leaving the room as Lennox follows me with his brows pulling together.
“The locks are still engaged,” he whispers like a useless fucking cunt.
“Kid?” I call out as I walk deeper through the hallway.
Just as I’m about to get closer to the hidden door leading to the canteen, an anguished scream echoes through the concrete hallway.
“Kid!” I run towards the sound. Towards the scream of fucking pain that’s too mature to belong to a boy.
As I get closer, the sound louder, a door clangs and Rowan walks out of the security room. I can’t focus on him with the flickering lights coming from the room, and I don’t know what I expect to see as I brush past him to reluctantly enter.
