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Fuck, I’m not going to last.
“Do you see them looking at you, Ruth?” It comes out in a rough whisper.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Show them the inside of your mouth for me.”
She clenches around my finger. “Oh my god, I’m going to…”
“Yes, baby girl? Tell me what you want so you can come.”
“I want my pussy to hug the thickness of your cock,” she gasps, her breath getting stuck in her throat, and then she jolts, crying out to the stadium. Her orgasm practically vibrates against my finger, chasing the chill from my bones.
And I almost miss it.
Almost don’t look up to check.
Kaspias removes his clown mask and stares down at her.
22. Bedtime Stories
Marilynn
“There you are!” Niles shouts, shoving past a group of naked inmates. “I’m sorry, the crowd pushed me away from you.”
I’ve been in the fetal position for the last several minutes. It’s not that I’m afraid, not that I’m weak, not that I’m incapable of defending myself.
It’s that I don’t want to. The electric charge of this smoke is damning.
And I’m having flashbacks.
Brief images of Vlademur Demechnef sneaking into my room at night. Blurs of the next morning, sobbing on the kitchen floor as I told Aurick. It’s confusing. These memories. The awful way my body is reacting in this setting.
But seeing Niles, it dulls the pain in my heart.
“Thank God,” I breathe.
“Did anyone touch you?” He kneels down to me, cradling my face in his warm hands.
I shake my head.
“Good. They wouldn’t be breathing right now if they had.” He pauses, lifting his brow in the way he does before he tells a joke. “And by that, I mean I would have run to Daddy Dessin to beat him up for me.”
I snort. “Daddy Dessin takes care of everything.”
Niles is quiet for a moment, doing his best to keep his hooded eyes clear of the lust that is pumping viciously through the air. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
His voice curves around my spine, pours into my heart like warm honey. I want to touch him, feel the sharpness of that jawline. Feel the silkiness of his golden hair.
“But will you touch me?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “I don’t have to.”
“Why not?”
“The gas isn’t as strong on me as it might be for you.” He waves a hand around the stadium. “It’s been used on me enough before…enough to build a tolerance.”
My skin is hot and tingly. I run my hands over my body, unable to fight the jittery feelings swarming my gut like a colony of ants.
