Page 41 of Shattered Souls

“Is this okay?” I ask as my hand strokes up and down his shaft. I run my thumb over the bead on the tip. He lets out another groan and this time my walls clench.

Oh, the things I’d do to hear him say my name.

He nods, still stroking my hair.

“How about this?” I wrap my lips around his girth and roll my tongue around the head of his cock. I keep my eyes on him, my lips encasing him, and he nods once more.

He lifts his hands and this time doesn’t spell it out for me, but I catch the words nonetheless. “You’re perfect.”

That does it.

I lift my hips and shimmy out of my sleep shorts. I move up and down him, still swirling my tongue around him until I find a rhythm that earns a growl out of him with each raise. My left hand reaches between my thighs and uses the arousal that’s begun to coat my thighs to circle my clit.

I moan into him. His hand presses into the back of my skull, sinking me down onto him until he hits the back of my throat and I gag. My eyes well with tears, but I still don’t move them from his.

My body is on the verge of tipping over the edge, but he pulls himself out from me. He grips the crown of my head and forces it back, my fingers still working my clit. He grips his cock, places the head against my cheek and strokes himself until his thick release spills onto my skin.

My own orgasm crashes into me. “Oh, Hayze.” His name slips off my lips so easily that I’m sucked from the waves of pleasure by a new found fear. His name came out like a fucking prayer, like it was crafted for my lips specifically.

It’s Friday morning once more.

That means I’m up for another weekend of pain and misery of running around and being taunted until I’m just a hair away from freedom.

Hayze has started leaving me unsecured while I’m in his room, with or without him. I’ve been able to shower without the awkward angles and barking shoulders. He was even nice enough to let me use his razor to clean up my legs.

Seek has been MIA most of the week. Not that I’m complaining. Hayze and I have had plenty of time to learn each other's bodies in the last two days. But now, of course, his grumpy ass is sitting on the couch when I emerge from the nicer twin’s room.

“Oh, you’re back.”

“Try not to sound too excited now.” He’s sitting on his phone scrolling through the news feed. I can’t help myself from peeking over his shoulder when I see the word murder flash across the screen.

“What’s new in the world?” My body’s broken out in a cold sweat and my mind races.

“Nothing really.” He closes the article and turns to face me, his brows knitting together as he looks down at my hands. “Where are your cuffs?” I look down at my unbound hands.

“Oh,” Hayze sent me out here to get the water I was begging for. I hadn’t even realized that I was being tested on my freedom. Seek stands from the couch and comes around to me.

“I know you think you and Hyde,”

“Hayze.” I correct.

“Fine. I know you think you and Hayze are getting close, but that doesn’t mean you can just roam around here whenever you like.”

“I was let out.” I say with more bite than I probably should.

“I can shove you back in that fucking room and watch you go insane.” He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I don’t know why you hate me so much.” I snap my head away from his hand before swatting him away with my finally unbound hands.

“You,” He crouches to meet my eye level. “are the reason my life can’t be normal anymore.”

“You’re the one that’s keeping me here!” I can’t help myself from yelling at him. The anger that has rooted deep in my chest grows.

How dare he be mad at me for messing with his life when they stole me from mine. I have nothing and no one now, and it’s all their fault. But, of course, instead of making them take responsibility, I’m becoming stupidly comfortable with one and now imagining gutting the other one.

“You speak to me like that again and I’ll show you—” A door behind me slams against a wall. Seek straightens himself, the anger on his face lessening slightly.

Hayze storms over to the two of us, a towel slung low on his hips. He makes a what motion with his hands, eyes burning a hole into his brother before they turn to me and soften.