Page 18 of Dominion
“Oh, don’t worry.” He laughed. “I will go there, but not before I break you both.”
He turned away from me and started walking toward the door. “Finish him off,” he told Riley, who stood on the side, watching what was happening.
The doors opened and closed and without another word, Riley went to Dylan and poured some more lube on Dylan’s ass and his own dick.
“Don’t touch him!” I screamed. Riley looked at me with the same pity in his gaze as the dark-haired man who still kneeled at my feet.
“It would be more of a torture to leave him like this.”
“Please,” Dylan pleaded. “I need it. Please, please, please…” The tears fell down his face in rivulets, and I swallowed the bile collecting in my throat.
“Fine.” I nodded. “But do it fast.”
He nodded and unlike before, he slowly entered him, grunting the entire time. I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t see the man I cared for, the man I could love, going through this anymore. Especially because I knew he would never want this. He would never want to be violated like this.
“Yeessss,” Dylan moaned. I could hear the bench again, the rattling of chains… “Faster,” he begged him. “Please, I need you to go faster.”
I opened my eyes at the same time the other man approached him and pressed the vibrator again to his dick. Dylan screamed, throwing his head back and moving his hips as much as possible from the position he was in.
My own dick stood up, watching him getting lost in ecstasy, but I wanted it to be me doing this to him. I wanted to be the one pulling out those moans and those screams.
Fuck.
Dylan screamed out, getting rammed on the other side of the room. Even though I wanted to go to him, tear Riley off of him and take Dylan away from here, I wasn’t going anywhere. Only one guard stayed inside the room with us, but I could see him sporting wood in his pants, watching all of us with guarded eyes.
Judah wanted us to suffer, to destroy us and everything we were, but I knew we were stronger than this. I knew I would do everything to get us out of here. I had no doubt that Skylar would do everything to help us, to save us, but we didn’t have time.
We wouldn’t survive this if it continued for a couple of days. Dylan started screaming again, begging them to go harder, faster, more and more and more, and I couldn’t take it. But as I looked up at the guards still surrounding us, I knew I wasn’t a match for any of them.
Skylar’s smiling face came to my mind, her soft touch and rosy lips. Dylan’s soft words and the way he succumbed to the two of us was next, and I imagined the future we would have once we got out of here.
Just as Dylan screamed for one last time, telling them he was coming, screaming in pleasure, something in me cracked, splitting me open.
I prayed that we would be able to get out of this, not only alive, but well enough to continue living.
5
SKYLAR
Three Days Later
“Absolutely not, Skylar!”Cillian yelled, turning his back to me as he picked up the last remaining backpack from the living room, heading outside to pack everything into one of the six SUVs that arrived this morning, along with Chiara Romano and her entire entourage.
I stayed out of their way as they talked about the tactics they would use—the plans, the entire fucking shebang that I couldn’t quite understand. I didn’t want to be a distraction for any of them. If they had to worry about me as well, we wouldn’t be able to focus on Dylan and Ash. They needed us more than I needed anyone.
If it wasn’t for me, they would be here now, probably laughing and planning how to take down Judah.
“Cillian!” I growled, stalking after him like a petulant child. Maybe I was one, but I was tired of people thinking of me as someone who wasn’t capable of defending herself. Maybe I was smaller and weaker than women like Chiara. Maybe I didn’tknow ten different ways to kill a person, but I’d survived Judah Blackwood this long, and I’d be damned if I agreed to stay back in the house while the rest of them went to rescue the two men I loved.
There was no way in hell that was happening.
“Not happening, little dove,” he said again, little puffs of smoke appearing in front of him as he spoke, the morning chill still lingering in the air. I wrapped my arms around myself and walked down the stairs, all the way to the car where he stood now, preparing everything for the road.
“I’m going,” I stated. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he groaned, turning toward me. “I can’t keep an eye on you and make sure that we’re going to get them out. The place where they’re being held is massive. It’s like a fucking prison, almost impossible to enter from the outside quietly. Do you want us all to die because you couldn’t keep your ass at home?”
That stung because we both knew that none of this would’ve happened if I had stayed back instead of going out to meet with that motherfucking psychopath. Not that I knew it was Danny when I agreed to go to that place. Now I had no idea where he was, if Rowan was truly okay, if Kane was okay… This was all just one big fucking mess, but I was done sitting on the side, waiting for everyone else to fix my problems.
