“I would cut off each and every finger that touched you, knuckle by knuckle.” His breath was hot against my ear as he took it between his teeth. “I would string them up and cut them all over their body just as they cut you. I would cauterize each wound so that they didn’t bleed out and die too quickly. I like to play with my food.” I squeezed my thighs together at the ache growing there. His hand traveled down my throat and danced along the tattoos across my chest. “I would let you watch,” he said as he licked my scar.
God, this should really not be doing things to my body.
“I thought Tristan told you I was off-limits,” I said, finally turning to look at him. His hand stilled, and he looked at me with a small smile. We were so close, our noses could touch if either one of us moved the slightest amount. I chewed on my tongue piercing to keep myself from doing anything stupid. His hand came back up to rest around my neck, squeezing gently.
“Tristan doesn’t control me, pet. I always get what I want.”
I was having trouble controlling my breathing. My nipples were straining against the fabric at my chest, and my core was pulsing with need. My lips parted slightly as I tried to get ahold of myself, and he reached out and grabbed my bottom lip with his teeth. “But not tonight,” he said as he let it pop out of his mouth.
I looked back up towards the ceiling, breathing heavily. I knew he could sense how turned on I was. It didn’t take a genius to see the way my body was responding to his and to the violence he promised. He kissed the side of my head.
“You can sleep now, little one.” He rolled off the bed and jumped onto his feet. “Sleep well knowing I will personally castrate anyone who tries to put their filthy hands on you.” And with that, he was out the door, locking it quickly behind him.
I looked at the clock next to the bed. 5:00 a.m. It really shouldn’t have, but knowing Sebastian was close enough to hear me have a nightmare calmed my nerves. I ignored the painful ache between my legs and rolled over, pulling the covers completely over my head. I really needed to have a serious discussion with my body. These men had just taken me from my perfectly safe life not even a few hours ago and planned to sell me back to the family that made me this way. And here I was panting like a sex-starved teenager.
I was not brought here for a fuckfest vacation, and I would not let myself get sucked back into this life. I had to figure out how to get out of this place before I wound up back in the hands of someone who wanted me dead. Whoever that was.
I swore and punched the mattress a few times before rolling back over on my back and running my hands over my face. I tried to get comfortable and control my breathing. Count to five on the inhale, count to five on the exhale. I let my mind go absolutely blank. I didn’t want to lie around and worry about what was going to happen later that day, later in the week, whenever it was they were going to sell me off.
And there was no way I would be able to get all the shit done I needed to running on an hour and a half of sleep. I needed to be well rested and in my right mind to be able to get myself out of this situation. I needed to learn my way around this place, listen in on any and all conversations I could, and try to get them to trust me.
Them trusting me was going to be paramount to me getting the fuck out. If they kept me locked up in this room all day, every day, I would be a sitting duck. I let myself run through all the possibilities of escape. My mind went over so many different scenarios I started to lose track. Eventually, my breathing started to even out, and my eyes drifted shut.