“I—no—help—”
“You’re okay, doll. Just let it happen. We’re almost done with your punishment.”
“Wes,” I gasped, head dropping to the pillows, body trembling as he twisted gently inside, fingers uncurling to press against my insides. The pressure on my prostate was relentless, building a coil of pleasure-pain that had me rutting back against him, cock leaking steadily.
He fisted me deeper, arm flexing with each thrust, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. My hole throbbed around him, slick and ruined, every nerve firing as he worked me over. It built fast—too fast—the orgasm ripping through me withoutwarning, cum spurting onto the sheets in thick ropes as I clenched hard around his fist.
I distantly heard myself scream again.
Wes didn’t stop, milking every drop, his own breath ragged. Only when I stopped moving completely and closed my eyes did he ease out, my hole left loose and gaping in the aftermath.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when warmth splattered onto my ass.
“Babydoll,” Wes cooed as I started to shiver. “What did you learn?”
It took me a few tries of opening my mouth until words seemed possible. “Tell you when I need help…”
“Good.”
My consciousness seemed to wane in and out, as each time I opened my eyes, Wes was doing something different. He held me close, pressed kisses against my skin, used a cool washcloth to wipe my body, rubbed a soothing cream on my ass.
“I love you,” I murmured the next time my eyes flickered open, feeling fingers gently combing through my hair.
Wes rumbled from behind me, “I love you too, doll. I love you more than anything.”
VII
The Killer’s Apprentices
Lane and Dorian accompany Ronan on a job for the first time.
Content Warnings: No smut (you’ve been warned, sorry!), torture of SC, mutilation of SC, murder of SCs, brief mention of CSA (molestation), MC receiving a non-life-threatening wound
19
Lane
“Comeonnnn,” I begged, hoping that my persistence would win out. That, or Ro would agree just to shut me up. Either would be fine with me.
Dori grumbled from where he sat on the bench in the training room, “Fucking shut up already.”
I ignored him. Obviously.
I leaned closer into Ro’s space, rocking forward on the balls of my feet, hands clasped behind my back like I was trying to look sweet instead of deeply, aggressively annoying. “You said we’re ready,” I pressed. “You said we’ve been doing good. It’ll be a bonding experience.”
Ro didn’t even look at me.
Which was rude.
He stood near the weapons rack, methodically checking over a handgun like I wasn’t two seconds away from tackling him. His pale lashes cast faint shadows against his cheeks, expressionperfectly calm in that way that usually meant someone was about to get their feelings hurt.
“Lane,” he said, voice even, “if you don’t step back, I’m going to make you.”
I grinned. “You say that like it’s a deterrent.”
From the bench, Dori let out an exhausted groan and dragged a hand down his face. “I swear to god, I’m gonna dump you in a ravine on the drive home.”
“You won’t,” I shot back immediately. “You love me. And you’re too scared of my Daddy to ever actually kill me.”
