Page 11 of Boneyard HEA

“I’ll try in every way I can. Tracking information down on the internet is my territory, as are the sort of people Nathan ran with. The rich and powerful. I can’t promise a result, but I promise to try. Happy?”

He leans one arm across my legs then reaches forward and wanders his finger from the tip of my nose to my lips.

I nod. What else can I do? I open my mouth to add a “yes” and he slips his finger in, pushes down on my front teeth.

“Keep your mouth open.” He nudges that finger inside and strokes my tongue, while he brushes dangling locks of hair off my forehead, clearing it from my eyes. “Kitten soft, but you have claws. Claws make you interesting.”

Do they? It makes me wonder how much pain he will tolerate. I let my teeth graze him and he shows a glimpse of his own white teeth.

Biting him is probably unwise.

I relax my jaw and let him fingerfuck my mouth.

“I will warn you that Tomás comes from some South American country. He won’t tell me which one. I don’t know why they let you into this country.”

“I have friends. Good friends.”

Loxland grunts.

I blink, wondering where this is going, how he intends to ‘use’ me today. It sounds ominous.

His finger pauses, the length pressing down on my tongue.

“He says he used to be in the secret police.”

My chest tightens; my eyes go wide.

Loxland studies my face. “And that he knows every torture method in the book.”

I shake my head and spit out his finger, glaring at the man.

With cruel force, he grips my jaw and makes me take his finger again, pushing it in, resuming the rude fingerfucking. “What would you do to her?”

Though he releases my face, I’m close to gagging at the invasion.

“Let me think.” Tomás is laughing, but I barely register his amusement since Loxland has cupped my breast.

He fondles it, weighing it for a moment, before he goes from one to the other, handling me, brushing around each nipple. He circles them, squeezing with finger and thumb. When he starts to use both hands on me there, the sensations are overwhelming. I close my eyes, panting softly. When he pinches me, then he puts his mouth there, and sucks on one nipple, my breathing halts.

That tongue...

Disbelieving, I watch him, his head bobbing as he licks and sucks. I clamp my teeth on my lip and stifle a whimper. Don’t moan. Don’t. God, that would be shameful. I try to jerk away⁠—

And Tomás holds me, fastening me in place for Loxland to play with.

“I can string her up beneath that chandelier you have in the stairwell. Rope her to the railings, spread her—legs, arms. Then we can do whatever you like. Fuck her, use those clamps on her tits, brand her if you want?”

“No! Please. You can’t do that.” I squeak as Loxland bites me.

He lifts his head then growls in the lowest of tones, “Can’t? I get to fuck with you and fuck you however I want. No ifs or fucking buts, unless you want the cops involved. Begging me to stop is allowed, but it won’t stop anything. You’re mine.” He taps the side of my face then slips his finger along below my mouth. “Until I find the others. No brands, though, Tomás.”

Thank fuck.

“Mine. Remember that. You said yes. You agreed. To this.”

Oh god. Am I making weird little whimpery noises? I have been. I shut myself down.

Despite the alarming things Tomás said, wetness leaks out between my legs. When Loxland painfully crushes my nipple, I squirm and plead with my eyes. He doesn’t stop, though, until I break and whine a little, then he lets go.