I slide it inside her.
The vibration hits instantly. Her body jolts beneath me as her hips lift against the sensation.
“Oh—fuck—right there.”
I keep my mouth on her while the toy hums deep inside her, the vibration building with every small movement of my hand. My tongue works steadily across her clit while the toy pulses inside her.
Her breathing breaks into uneven gasps while her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
Then she comes.
Her body tightens hard around the toy while her hips lift against my mouth. A broken sound slips out of her throat as the orgasm rolls through her.
I keep the toy inside her while I slow my mouth.
My tongue traces one last pass across her clit before I pull back.
I sit up between her legs.
Her chest rises and falls quickly while she watches me.
My eyes move over her body while her breathing slowly settles. Her chest lifts and falls against the sheets.
My gaze settles on her nipples.
The barbells that used to sit through them are gone.
I reach out and drag my thumb slowly across one, pressing over the exact place where the piercing had been. The skin feels smooth beneath my fingers, but I can still trace the faint line where it closed if I press just enough.
“What?” Brooke asks when she notices me staring.
“I miss your piercings.”
My thumb presses harder before I pull my hand back.
She exhales, her voice quieter when she answers. “Grant took them out before he brought me to the manor.”
The words land, and something in me turns violent.
He saw her like this.
Grant stood over her and looked at her body. He put his hands on her tits. He touched her. That fucker took out her piercings like he had the right to decide what stayed and what didn’t, and then he dragged her into that place.
My jaw tightens until it aches.
Elliot died screaming.
I remember every second of it. I remember the sound of it. I remember how long it took. I remember cutting into him, the way the blade bit and tore, the way his body came apart piece by piece while he was still alive long enough to understand what was happening. I remember packing what was left of him into boxes.
It still isn’t enough.
Grant is still breathing. And he will die in agony.
I lean forward and press a slow kiss against Brooke’s stomach, letting my mouth move upward along the center of her abdomen while I force the rage into something I can control.
Earlier, when Travis went out to get supplies, I had him pick up a sterile piercing kit for me.
I already knew I would fix this.
