AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Each subtle shift in my form acts as a subconscious signal for him to find it all irresistible. Ignore orders. Let me come in.
“Do you want me to leave?” My words come out breathy, like the mere sight of him is making my heart race.
The other two watch him in suspense.
“No,” he finally answers.
The corner of my lip tips up in a shy smile. I take one step forward.
“It can be our secret,” I offer.
The soldier in charge lifts his chin, and those pupils flutter wider. He takes a seat on his large chair with armrests that look like angry gargoyles, facing the Fun House stadium. Flaming stars blast across the window. Sparks and the booming sounds of drums sound like the chaos of a natural disaster. I force my eyes away from the show. I can’t let myself get distracted, worry about what they’re going through. This is for all of us to get the hell out of here.
I take three more steps into the room, sweat drizzling down the stinging cuts on my back from the heat of the torches.
The other two men take a seat, impatient eyes bouncing between the show and my long legs. But the gruff, tall leader’s gaze rests just above my shoulder. His hooded eyes twinkle as he plays with the piercings along his jawline.
“It helps that you’ve brought a friend.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, blinking as confusion stops me in my tracks.
“I didn’t—”
The movement of a shadow emerging at my feet has me spinning around, coming eye to eye with a freckled-cheeked, creamy-skinned redhead. Marilynn swallows as I gape at her with eyelids stretched past comfort.
“No,” I utter.
“Yes,” she breathes out calmly. “You didn’t lose everyone.”
My breath gets caught in my throat.
“You didn’t lose me,” she adds, sadness lining her voice.
The muscles in my back tighten so hard they start to ache. I should make her leave. She of all people, can’t be here in her condition.
But Marilynn shoves past me without waiting for any further confirmation, taking her seat on the bald soldier’s lap. He slaps her thigh excitedly. With a flip of her hair, she flirts without words. Like she’s the best damn actress in the whole world. Like she’s genuinely enjoying this.
I unclench my fists, flick my gaze back to the leader, and grace him with a careless smile.
“Watch the show on my lap,” he commands without an ounce of emotion.
With swaying hips and lowered lids, I make my way around Marilynn to sit myself on the lead soldier’s leather pants. His muscular thighs cushion my bottom, but the rest of him is stiff and uncomfortable to lean against. The gems and silver bangles stab my throbbing back. He doesn’t seem to give a shit as I wince.
His hands relax over the armrests at my sides. Cuticles picked, split, and bloody. Nails jagged and yellow. And if I’m not mistaken, each finger is crooked, leaving me with the impression that he’s broken every bone in his hand.
Swallowing my discomfort, I stare blankly at the glass window, doing my best not to see the show beyond its smudged surface. I have one task. Only one. And the urge to succeed rips into my bones, pulsing like a live wire.
With a slow rolling of my hips, I try to detect his erection. My ass rubs against his pelvic bone, wiggling up his thigh. Nothing. No bulge. No indication that he’s aroused.
The soldier seems hollow, like a vessel that lacks the basic male functions to be turned on. I try settling in, getting comfortable, allowing my limbs to loosen in his lap.
The lead soldier says something in Old Alkadonian to his comrades casually. From the corner of my eye, I see Marilynn running her hands over the bald man’s forearms, caressing him.
I moan softly, then wait to feel him harden beneath me. One second. Ten seconds. I wait, and wait, and wait. Failure. What the hell?
The void flutters against my consciousness, grazing my thoughts with its flickering presence, like a gas lamp that’s about to sputter out. My head still hurts, a dull ache that won’t seem to go away. But maybe if I just dip my toes into the water, I can test out its potency.
I close my eyes, ignoring the fact that this man doesn’t seem to have a weakness for me to prey on. If I’m going to extract information, I’ll need something to exploit.
