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At this, Skylenna finally turns to face him, making an effort not to wince in pain. She shows her dazzling teeth in a menacing grin.
“I don’t think you have the balls.”
His jaw tics. “No? Then I suppose I’ll leave you with this little nugget to chew on. How well do you trust the members of your sweet little family?”
We pause in silence, processing his intent.
“You never wondered how we knew you’d be on the ship that day? How we captured you so effortlessly?” Now Kaspias is smiling. “It never crossed your mind that we might have been tipped off?”
Heat simmers in my stomach, boiling bile up my throat. I can feel the wheels spinning in their minds. They all know each other well. I’m the odd man out.
“Something to think about. Hope you don’t lose any sleep over it,” Kaspias purrs smugly, making his exit.
My mouth goes dry as I watch their eyes turn to me.
“He’s trying to break our trust,” Niles says, clearing his throat. “We trust everyone here.”
Ruth nods in agreement, but Skylenna and Dessin don’t take their eyes off me. They aren’t so convinced.
“I swear you can trust me,” I state with a whisper of panic in my voice.
Skylenna takes in a deep breath, lying back down. “When my back is healed, I’m going into the void. I’m going to find out for myself if we can really trust you.”
My skin prickles with anxiety, but I nod. She can’t see the secrets of the prophecy that are in my head, but maybe if I can convince her to be selective…
25. Pleasure Through Pain
Skylenna
The cold water runs through the open wounds on my back like chilled acid.
“Breathe through it,” Dessin says softly.
We stand under the broken pipe in the community shower, surrounded by other naked inmates, including our friends. I woke up this morning in my own vomit, shivering, hungry, and thinking someone had dropped a burning torch on my back.
“It burns,” I tell him through a strained breath.
“I wish I could make you feel better, baby.”
“Like you did when Meridei whipped me?”
He pauses in a bubble of his own thoughts, then groans. “Yes.”
The sound of the rumbling in his chest vibrates down to the base of my spine, right between my legs. I look up at him, squinting as droplets of water splash across my cheeks.
“Would you do it in front of all these people?” I taunt.
His pupils dilate to wide saucers. “I would.”
“Jesus, fuck, Dessin. Put it away,” Warrose grumbles in disgust, abruptly turning his back to us. My eyes dart down to see his thick erection nearly grazing my lower belly. The head is a light shade of pink with precum glistening at its entrance.
I blow out a breath, meeting those hooded, dark-mahogany eyes.
“You can blame Skylenna. She’s painting a very vivid picture for me.”
“Maybe art isn’t her calling,” Niles snickers to Ruth.
“I wish I could get on my knees for you right now and take care of that,” I whisper, feeling my nipples grow hard, puckering toward him.
