She’d been fed a liquid that dilated blood vessels and amplified adrenaline and dopamine.
She needed to come.
Yet I’d forbidden her from seeking relief, pushing her deeper into pain.
No more.
I couldn’t cause her another ounce of agony.
I would wring that damn elixir from her system before it killed her.
I would give her whatever she damn well craved.
Scooping her into my arms, I snarled at the men. “You’ve got your payment. Leave.”
Eleanor slinked in my embrace, twisting with inertia, tripping me until I sat heavily on the bed. The second I sat, she hooked her thigh over my lap and rubbed her drenched pussy against my boxer-clad cock. “Sully…”
Digging my fingers into her biceps, I held her hovering over me. My own heart turned sick with tremors. I caught the gaze of the tall mercenary, my possessiveness inching closer to wretched begging. “Take the cash and go!”
He shook his head. “I’ve changed my mind.”
“My gift is non-negotiable.”
He licked his lips. “We won’t touch or interfere. We won’t hurt you or her. But we aren’t leaving.” He looked at the two men on either side of him, his shoulders bracing with mutual conviction. “We’ve accepted your deal. She’s safe from us, and we will get off your island without further bloodshed. However, we’re not leaving until after the show.”
My pulse boiled. “There is no fucking show.”
“There’s about to be.” He crossed his arms, arching his chin at the velvet chairs by the small dining table. “We’ll sit down. We’ll stay out of your way and leave the moment you’re done. But we’re gonna stay and watch you fuck her as well as take your money.”
The copper-haired cunt marched to the chairs, dragging two across the floor. The shorter one followed suit, parking his seat over the threshold of the bedroom just as Eleanor slipped her hand into my boxers.
I grunted, my belly clenching.
It fucked me off that I was hard.
This island had turned into a torture chamber and a mortuary, so sex should be at the very bottom of my priorities.
But not for Eleanor.
And not for me because I loved her, craved her, owned her.
Owe her.
The men eyed up her beauty as they sat down. I clutched her harder, furious that they looked at what was mine. But…in some recess of my mind, some hidden feral part of me, the thought of fucking her in front of them turned me on.
To be the only one with permission.
To be the chosen one allowed to touch a queen.
Fuck yes, it turned me on, and it shouldn’t.
I was sick.
But I was hers, and this was what she needed.
My own injuries and illnesses didn’t fucking matter. Tritec-87 would have to deliver more strength, so I could save the only person who made sense to my murky, miserable world.
Whatever she asked of me, I would deliver.
I gritted my teeth as she fisted me, her breathing hitched and hurried, her heart pounding with irregular rhythm. I loathed the flutter and strange kick in her chest. I hated knowing I was the reason her system suffered.
I’d delayed for too long. I’d driven her closer and closer to an irreversible end.
Eleanor’s lips landed on my throat as I released my hold on her biceps. The second I let her go, her hands scratched at my boxers, shoving them down.
Pointing a finger at the mercenaries, I snarled, “You come anywhere near us, and you motherfucking die.”
“Deal.” The tall one grinned, keeping my stare as he unbuckled his trousers and unzipped. The other two men followed suit, reclining enough to dig into their pants and fist their disgusting hard-ons.
Eleanor rubbed her face against my neck, her ass in the air and her whimpers in my ear.
Three men pulled out their cocks.
She fisted my erection.
She positioned herself above me.
I groaned.
She cried.
Men masturbated in unison.
And Eleanor impaled herself upon me.
Chapter Thirty
HE STRETCHED ME IN all the right places.
His cock was made to fill me. His body tailored perfectly for mine.
The moment I claimed his every inch, he wrapped both hands around my nape, dove his fingers into my hair and slammed his mouth over mine.
He gave himself to me.
He shoved aside the worries, the weaknesses, the wrongness, and gave me everything I asked for.
Three pairs of eyes locked onto us.
Exposure and fear scratched my flesh.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I rocked in his lap. He flinched as I put too much weight on his sore leg but he didn’t push me away, didn’t stop me, didn’t deny me.
The orgasm that’d tormented me with canes and floggers, the release that’d become so tangled with my heartbeats that I honestly didn’t know if I’d die or come, no longer knew how to spindle.
I felt strange.
Sick.
Quivery and breathless and horribly aware that something had broken inside me. Elixir played havoc with the electrical pulses of my heart, revealing how fragile such a system was. It played piano with my veins and hammered drums on my muscles, making me weak and wobbly but also singularly obsessed with lust.