I’ll do anything for the privilege to make her surrender.
“Incredible.” Axel sighs contentedly.
“Isn’t she just?”
“Perfect too. And all ours.”
“Seems so.”
Balancing Ember’s weight, I tug her t-shirt back down to hide her breasts. With Axel still kneeling below us, I nudge Ember, encouraging her to watch him licking the release that shines on his lips, pupils blown wide as he stares up at the goddess we’ve captured.
“Next time you’re going to be covering my cock in your juices,” he vows confidently. “Hyland can watch, if you’d like, or he can have a turn too.”
“Maybe I’ll take her mouth while you fill her up.” I push my still-aching cock into Ember’s ass.
“You guys,” she grouses.
“Problem?” I nuzzle into her hair.
“This is what you wanted.” Axel arches a brow.
Lifting her head from my shoulder, Ember pulls her leg down to hide her bareness. She turns to glance at my face, her lips puckered from biting down to quiet her moans.
“You want this too?” She inclines her head.
Neck curving, I seal my mouth on hers.
“All I want is you.”
CHAPTER 10
EMBER
HOSTAGE – BILLIE EILISH
When I was a kid,it was normal to watch Mum endure her own personal hell. Doctors. Needles. Prognoses. Countless packets of pills, endless prescriptions, CT scans, bleak news delivered in softly painted rooms. After a while, the terror of losing my only parent became workaday.
Then she died.
In that final act, my entire world came collapsing down. Tom was inconsolable. Despite being the younger sibling, I had to care for my big brother rather than mourn. It was easier to stuff that pain down. Lock it away. Silence the grief.
But I can feel it now.
I feel it fuckingeverywhere.
Grief and regret too overwhelming to successfully bury grip me as I stare at my brother’s pale face. I can’t lose him too. He’s all I’ve got left. My last family member.
I’d give anything to see his smile again. Hear his voice. Feel his hand squeezing mine back. It’s been three days of excruciating waiting, and there’s no end in sight. The fact that Carlos is dead provides little comfort.
Tom is stable for now, but while he’s on the mechanical ventilator, the ICU doctors are keeping him sedated. As far as wecan tell, Luis locked him in a freezing shipping container, buried in the bowels of the cargo ship, after beating him stupid.
I’m thankful Luis is dead.
But I wish I’d been the one to kill him.
Between the severe pneumonia and numerous infected wounds, Tom’s recovery promises to be slow. I understand the ordeal he’s been through since he was kidnapped. But I still long for a single sign that he knows he’s safe and no one is going to hurt him again.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper through held-back tears. “If I’d known this would happen, I never would’ve come home. I hate that you’re hurt because of me.”
