With my mortified heart thumping though my chest I watch as I drop to my knees and pull his pants down and start to take him in my mouth as he holds onto the back of my head tenderly.
“You’re the one who’s getting fucked tonight, Stanton,” I purr. I start to deep-throat him double time and his head throws back in pleasure as he starts to ride my mouth hard, his hands gripping my hair at the back of my head.
I drop to the bed in shock. How long? How long have they been watching us having sex? This is horrifying.
“On your knees,” Joshua’s voice purrs. “I need to slide my cock into the beautiful tight cunt of mine.” His fingers go to between my legs as he prepares me for his onslaught.
Oh my god, I put my hands on top of my head as I watch Joshua stand behind me as I kneel on the bed and with both of his hands on my shoulders slowly slide into me.
“You’re so hot,” he growls. “I’m going to blow inside you so damn hard tonight, my precious girl.”
“Give it to me,” I whimper. “Every last drop,” I breathe. He bends over the top of me and kisses me aggressively.
For some sick reason I feel my arousal start to lift. God. I drop my head in dismay at this situation. What the hell is going on here? This is messed-up mind-games shit. My eyes flick back to the screen and we are hard at it, Joshua’s beautiful body riding mine hard. God, so hard. I never realised how rough we are.
“I can feel you contracting around me, presh. Can you feel how deep I am baby?” he purrs as he continually slams into me. One of his feet is now up on the bed to give himself better leverage, his jaw is hanging slack and his body has a shimmer of perspiration all over it. I have never seen anything quite so erotic or more beautiful.
“Oh god, Josh. Harder,” I whimper as he pushes my shoulders to the mattress to get deeper. He is slamming into me so hard that I find I am holding my breath watching and my insides are starting to liquefy just watching us. With one, two, three hard pumps he holds himself deep inside me and I scream into the mattress in orgasm. I hold my breath as I watch him lie tenderly next to me and swipe the hair back from my face and kiss me gently. We lie close, kissing passionately for a long time, and I can’t look away.
“I fucking adore you, my precious girl,” he whispers as he holds my face between his two hands.
I smile and kiss his chest. “That’s good b
ecause I love you Joshua Stanton,” I reply.
I drop my head as I gasp for air. I feel like I can’t breathe. Oh my god.
I stand furious. How dare they violate us like this. How long have they been filming us? What have they seen? I pick up my water jug and throw it at the back of the door in rage and it smashes to pieces.
“You assholes!” I scream. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
Just when I think the situation can’t get any worse the door opens in a rush. Oh no, it’s Carl. My eyes widen and I run to get away from him but he grabs me by the hair and drags me over to the glass on the floor.
“Pick it up,” he yells.
“Go to hell,” I snap. He slams my head hard three times against the wall and I scream in pain.
“Stop it,” the young medic calls from the door.
Carl puts his face right into mine as he rips my hair. “Get on the floor and pick up the glass before I cut your throat with it.”
Fear fills my every cell and through my tears I drop to my knees and slowly pick up the glass. When I have handed him the last of it, he kicks me hard in the stomach on the way out the door and I fall to the floor in a ball as the air is pushed from my lungs.
Help me, someone please help me.
Adrian
My eyes flick to Nicholas in the front seat as Cameron drives us to Corcoran Penitentiary. We are worried sick. Joshua has been in prison for nine days and has refused to see us. We have driven the hour and a half each day to the prison only to be turned away. What’s going on with him? Why won’t he see us?
The boys are going through the case notes and following up every lead that we can but without knowing if Joshua is ok we are all struggling. I have offered Jesten a role to stay on and help us. He was due to go back to Australia yesterday but his input and insight into Allender has been helpful. And, besides, I hate to admit it, but I actually like the guy. He’s uncultured and rough and raw and brutally honest, qualities that we so desperately need at this delicate time when we don’t know who to trust. Cameron refuses to even look at Jesten but Nicholas thinks we need him. If it comes down to giving evidence against Joshua we will need him on our side. Joshua’s court case is next week. We haven’t even been able to see him to try and prepare him for the trial. Today we are pulling the psychologist card and Nicholas is demanding to see him. He can’t refuse a psychologist and half an hour later the three of us sit in a private room as we wait for him to be brought to us by a guard.
“Why is it taking so long?” Cameron asks quietly.
“He would be refusing to come out of his cell,” Nicholas replies calmly.
I rest my elbows on the table and put my head in my hands. “Oh god, my heart is breaking for him. They won’t hurt him will they?” I ask.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cameron snaps, annoyed at my suggestion.