“Mmm. Just like I thought. You’re perfect for us,” Abbott says, his fingers tangling in my hair as he presses his forehead against mine. “What else can we break, sweet girl?”
“The rest of his fingers,” I say.
“Can I choke him with his intestines instead of the belt?” Shiloh asks. “It gets kind of gross. If you green light it, you may need to step outside.”
“Ew,” I mutter, making a face.
“Practice your skinning skills instead,” Abbott suggests. “Cut off his fingers and toes, electrocute him through his ass cavity, and make him scream. Then shove shit in the hole left where his dick used to be once you’ve done that and then light that shit up so he burns from the inside out.”
“Is that possible?” I ask, my lips parting in shock.
“We’ll sure as shit find out,” Abbott says, his lips pressing against mine. “They won't let him bleed out. That’s a death that’s too fucking good for him.”
I can’t help the small whimper as I feel how soft and firm his lips are as he waits to make another move. No one’s ever kissed me but Bellamy and Cassidy. I can smell mint on his breath and flick my tongue out, testing the waters as he groans.
“Winter,” he rumbles, my name almost a prayer on his lips as his hand squeezes my thigh under my dress. I’m not sure when that happened, but my pussy clenches on nothing as I whine. “Your noises are killing me. Please be good, or don’t. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.”
“Kiss her.”
“Kiss me.”
Bellamy and I speak at the same time, and my lips twitch at how in sync we are. I’m sure his dick is beginning to push out slick as I get wetter as well. I’m just not sure what to do about it. I don’t want to be rejected by asking for more.
“Are you sure?” Abbott’s warm breath hisses out as he kisses my jaw. They’re open mouthed with teeth, making me dig my heels into his ass as I whimper softly.
“I can smell her from here,” Cassidy moans. “So fucking sweet.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Ple?—”
His lips cover mine before I can finish the word, and I follow his lead as I let him in. His tongue glides over mine, and I moan as my arms tighten around him. My fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck and his moan makes me shiver.
“You never have to beg me,” he says against my lips before he’s kissing me again. “Not ever.”
The sounds of fingers breaking and the pack talking amongst each other fade to the background as Abbott’s hand squeezes mythigh. A part of me really wants him to move higher as his hand in my hair fists gently to take control of the kiss. This is what I want.
Just more.
“Fuck, I want to make you come as you listen to that fucking waste of space get what he deserves,” Abbott groans. “Is that too much?”
“No,” I gasp. “I don’t…I don’t know how to ask for that.”
Abbott’s thumb rubs my skin, before he nods.
“Then don’t ask,” he murmurs as his hand ghosts up my thigh until his knuckle is rubbing against the damp cotton hiding my pussy from him. “What if you trust your body to tell me what you want?”
“That…feels good,” I admit, gasping, as his knuckle finds my clit. “My body hasn’t always made good decisions.”
“You’re not drugged now,” Bellamy reminds me, peeking from around Abbott to watch. “Mmm. So pretty, Beloved. I bet you could come fully dressed, couldn’t you?”
The very idea makes my pussy gush. Maybe it’s because I’ve had access to so little clothing until recently, and I don’t know if I’m comfortable being naked in the basement. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t really want to answer questions about the brand on my buttcheek that Clara gave me either.
Somehow, I feel like it’ll kill the current mood, and I don’t want that.
“Yes,” I admit. My legs are holding my body up as Abbott’s left hand continues to hold my hair, and his other hand enjoys driving me wild with incredibly light touches.
“It’s hard to bury the past,” Bellamy sighs, watching me. My skin feels warm as I flush, focused on him.
He’s right. It’s because the past still feels too close, and I don’t know how to out pace it. The memories are constantly there, threatening to drown me in their poignancy.
