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“Cut?” she screeches, her voice pitching higher as she cuts him off.
“For every cut I give you,” he continues, rubbing his thumb over the thick head of his dick, smearing pre-cum, “Konrad will pleasure you.”
“No,please,” she whispers, tears pooling in her eyes and tipping over her lashes.
Unable to help myself, I lick them from her skin, my tongue trailing across her cheek towards her plump lips. Capturing her mouth with mine, I kiss her, pushing my tongue past her lips as she sobs.
“Concentrate on me, on the pleasure I will give you,” I say, pulling back slightly so that I can cup her face. “Trust me to take care of you, Zero. Iwilltake care of you.”
I’m asking a lot. There’s no reason why she would trust me, but right here and now, I’m the lesser of two evils. I think she knows that.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Leon reach for his knife that’s resting on the chair behind him. Its blade is no bigger than a few inches, but it’s sharp and entirely deadly. In the wrong hands it could do untold damage. In his hands, ithasdone untold damage, but I know my brother, he won’t kill her... Not yet, anyway.
The thought of him unleashing himself completely on her quickens my pulse, stirring up unwelcome feelings. Feelings I haven’t experienced in a very, very long time.
I push them away forcefully.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
“Look at me. Concentrate on me, okay?”
“Okay,” she nods, her gaze flicking back to mine. Her strange eyes cut me deeper than a knife ever could, slicing right into the black tar of my soul, slashing through the viscous darkness, twisting, churning me up.
Fuck, her eyes are so expressive.Haunting,actually.
Ever since we stole her she’s haunted my dreams. I’ve dreamt about her eyes welling with tears, her lips wrapped around my cock, her hair fisted in my hand. I’ve lain awake at night fantasising about fucking her pretty pink pussy. Taking and giving. Fucking and fighting. I’ve orgasmed into my fist like a fucking teenage boy remembering the lashes I’d given her and imagining how it would feel to do it all over again. I’ve practically lost my mind thinking about healing the wounds I inflict.
Inflict pain, then heal. Whip, then soothe. Fuck roughly, then carress gently. I’m a man of two halves. Black and white. Yin and Yang. I can separate both sides of me. Be one or the other at any given moment. Leon, however, is Yin. All darkness. Jakub is the grey in between, a mixture of both. He doesn’t belong with light or with dark, only the shadows.
Truth be known, Zero’s sunk so deep into my head that most days I feel like I’m fucking drowning. I need to anchor myself, and she’s going to help me to do that. Right the fuck now.
With her face clasped gently in my hands, we breathe in tandem, a steady rhythm linking us in the moment. She searches my face, frowning. Her hot breath tickles my face, sending goosebumps scattering over every inch of my skin. Fuck, this woman makes me insane with want.
Blinking back her shock at Leon caressing the skin of her back, Zero clears her throat, struggling to comprehend what’s about to happen. “Who hurt you?” she asks, her voice soft, gentle, kinder than I deserve as she stares at my scar. She’s trying to take her mind off what's about to happen, knowing that soon Leon will hurt her. I understand that. I indulge her.
“A client got out of control. He broke our rules and almost killed Eleven. I fought him, he cut me.”
“What happened to him?”
“Leon killed him,” I say, pressing my lips against hers.
“He deserved it,” Leon mutters. Her body quakes beneath his touch as his fingers trail over her scarred skin, searching for the perfect spot to cut. “The fucker wouldn’t take no for an answer. He hurt Eleven...”
“And yet, you’re hurtingme,” Zero whispers.
“Yes,” he admits. “But it’s not the same.”
“It isn’t? How so?”
“Because Eleven wasn’t his. You, however, areours.”
“Even when I don’t want to be?” she asks, her voice quivering as he traces her ruined skin with his fingertip.
“Especially then.”
“Then nothing I say will stop you. Just do what you need to do. I want it over with,” she says, steeling herself, blinking back the tears, toughening up. The transformation is exquisite.
She might’ve shown her fear, but now she shows her courage.
