My eyes darted over the text, searching for Eleanor’s code, ready to delete it from the fantasy and free her.
Only…
There was no code.
Only Jealousy’s existed.
I looked up, my heart skipping a beat.
What the—?
I thought she’d betrayed us. I thought she’d finally shown her true colours, just as so many people I’d trusted in my past. Instead, she’d sacrificed herself so I wouldn’t have to watch Eleanor be raped by my sibling and earn a bullet in my brain when I snapped. She willingly slept with my brother, all while I knew about her feelings toward Cal.
She took elixir…even knowing how it affects her heart.
Shit.
Not only had Eleanor given me a gift of absolute devotion but Jess had too. She’d put her very life and happiness on the line.
How could I ever repay her? I owed her an insurmountable debt.
“Sully…” Eleanor’s gorgeous grey eyes snapped open, smoky with lust. “I can’t…I need…God!”
Her moan snapped me from my shock.
I owed Jealousy the biggest fucking apology.
But in that…I was also too late.
The fantasy had fully loaded. They were no longer here but there, and that was where they had to stay until the end.
I’d broken the farm boy hallucination with Eleanor when we’d removed our sensors, but only because I was the creator. I could manipulate from inside the falsity, sneak in and out through a back door.
My guests and goddesses weren’t so lucky.
It wasn’t safe to pull the plug now. Just like my elixir, Euphoria was far too potent. After previous attempts of cutting a session short had ended in brain damage, I’d learned that the only way out of the illusion was to fall asleep by natural means or to physically have an escape hatch programmed into the illusion.
Only two ways to break it, and this particular mirage didn’t have an escape.
My brother’s hips pumped air, seeking relief. Jealousy’s hand went between her legs as she sought the same thing. They writhed in lewdness, clinging to each other and knotting body parts. Their mouths slammed together, their hands touching everywhere at once.
“God…” Eleanor’s hand cupped her pussy, her gaze locked on Jealousy as she climbed over my brother and straddled him. Eleanor shuddered as Jealousy’s gaze flared wide, seeing something Eleanor and I couldn’t see while her body was stuck in a room that’d become a grave for four mercenaries. Her arousal thickened the air as she grabbed Drake’s cock, angled him up, and sank down.
They groaned in unison.
They clawed and thrust.
Eleanor cried out, her skin flushed and eyes turning hazy with intoxication as her fingers dipped inside herself. She quaked and bit her lip as Jealousy screamed and shattered through her first orgasm. Drake followed a second later, his roar making Eleanor whimper and bow her head.
With utmost desolation and dirty desire, she crawled to the two having graphic sex. “I’m sorry. I can’t…I—”
She couldn’t fight her need anymore. I’d done this to her. I’d done this to Jealousy and every fucking goddess on my island.
Shit!
“Eleanor…stop.”
Clutching my phone, I stood over her, my entire worthless soul hurting for what I’d made her become. Jealousy’s groan throbbed in my ears. I turned hard from the sounds of wet sex and wanton abandonment. The urge to take Eleanor there and then made my balls tighten.
She was primed.
So fucking primed for me.
I needed to tend to her, to be the antidote to her suffering, but I also couldn’t stay here. I needed her off this island.
I need her safe.
Once she was safe and I had a legion of men ready to slaughter my brother and his mercenaries, then I’d fuck her. I’d give her as many goddamn orgasms as she needed.
Tearing at the rope around my wrists, I made short work of the knot and tossed it away just as Eleanor touched Jealousy’s ankle.
“Come on.” Ducking, I gathered her feminine weight in my arms. She screamed as if my touch on her body was too much. Her nipples turned to diamonds. Her lust trickled quicker down her leg.
She nuzzled into me, wriggly and wanting as I tried to hold her against my chest.
Bruises and aches, stitches and sore vision—I ignored it all as I marched away from my brother and Jealousy as he flipped her onto all fours and plunged back inside her.
“No. Wait. I want—” Eleanor scratched me, tears rolling agonisingly down her cheeks. “Sully, I need to come. I need—”
“I know. Just…wait a little longer. Fight it a little longer.”
“I can’t!” She wailed as I paused by the exit and looked at the gun abandoned on the floor. It would be so fucking easy to shoot my brother while he no longer existed in the same universe as me.
I could blow his brains out while he played in some BDSM dungeon.
But…if I shot him, I’d kill Jealousy.
Two bodies linked through a program warping their neurons.