I realize he does not have a bandana around his throat, and he did not at the table, either.
Pride surges.
Love.
Raw and deep and aching.
“We deserve each other.” He gingerly nudges his nose to mine. “We belong to each other.”
Yes.
Yes.
My bottom lip trembles.
“This is gorgeous,” Stein says with coldness. “Now, fuck her.”
And a gunshot explodes too close to my head.
I flinch into Sullen’s arms and he cradles me, bowing over me, holding me so close, his hands beneath my head in the dirt, his body a living, breathing, beautiful shield.
No one was hit, I realize.
We are still alive.
“If you don’t fuck her like the animal I know you are, I will do it myself.” Stein’s growl.
Sullen does not move, but I do not consider Stein’s threats worthless.
“From behind,” I whisper through the pain in my chest, my lips against Sullen’s hoodie. “Fuck me from behind.” I say it louder, so both men watching us can hear.
Sullen is rigid.
I push against him, letting my wound go. Everything hurts, the pain shooting down into my ribcage, my abdomen. But when Sullen looks down at me, I keep my gaze locked tight to his.
“Fuck me from behind so they can see better.”
His eyes flash.
He starts to tremble.
Stein laughs. “I see what it is you enjoy about her, don’t you see, Klein?”
Klein murmurs something as Sullen stares at me like he has seen a ghost. As if I am not real. As if I have betrayed him.
A gunshot from above our heads—in the house—rings out.
I flinch, but force myself not to think of my friends.Isa, Von, Cosmo, the others. They can handle this.
“If you are especially good, you can fuck her until she stops breathing,” Stein says.
Sullen closes his eyes.
I shift beneath him, turning my body under the cage of his.
“Karia.” He gasps my name.
I am on my hands and knees.
