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I climb all the way on top of him and kiss his lips. “There's one way.”
“Show me more?”
I slip my hand between his legs, pressing a finger to his hole. His knees lift and moonlight casts a glow on his skin from outside the window. It's not enough to make out his expression or see his eyes but I can see his silhouette moving underneath me. I push deeper and he's still wet from my mouth. Sliding in and out of him, I buck my hips, our cocks frotting together.
I keep letting him know I'm here in every way I can while he thinks of only us inside this room.
Twenty
Ignacio
We visit every room I've dreaded being in again. Even after taking over the place, it still doesn’t feel like I have the upper hand, and their presence still lingers everywhere they had me. It has helped though—I can feel them a lot less now. I suck Everett's cock in the upstairs hallway and now I have him close to coming in the guest house. My eyes stay open, staring at the bloodstained chair. He made quite the mess in here and I enjoyed hearing each bone of the man's body break from the other room before I secured myself to the bed.
I suck harder at Everett’s tip and his ass slams against the kitchen counter. Moans echo above me as I move my mouth up and down his long length, swirling my tongue around his girth. He's huge but I know I can take him. I've been prepping myself the last few days to guarantee it. Every time I was alone, I fingered my hole, stretching it as wide as I can. Even when I sat in my car, watching him walk his brother's neighborhood alone. He didn't know I was there, too focused on his thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings.
I work my way back up his cock, lapping at his crown before pulling off. I don't have to tell him where to take me next. As if he can read my thoughts, he lifts me to my feet and guides me toward the bedroom. A shudder runs through me when I remember what happened the first time I was brought in here. The man in charge kept me tied to the bed for days and had his way with me, beating and fucking me until I couldn't move.
Everett lays down a clean sheet from the closet and I position myself on my back and turn my face toward the window. Snow falls outside the clear glass, covering the large oak tree. It was my solace once. I'd lay here staring at the tree and its bright green leaves, imagining climbing it all the way into the clouds, away from this room.
I don't need it anymore, so I turn my gaze to the man sliding in the bed beside me. Everett kisses my shoulders, his hands sliding up and down the center of my body, caressing every part of my skin he can reach. Grabbing me by my chin, he kisses me and I shove him to his back, climbing on top of him.
“I want to be in control this time. I…need it,” I say, my words coming out louder than expected.
“I won't move until you ask me to then,” he says, caressing my neck with his fingers. “Take what you want in here.”
I rest my forehead against his for a few moments.
I belong to myself, not him.
I'll use him to get what I need but I won't fully indulge in it. He's still the enemy and my ticket to hell, but fuck do I not mind getting a little burned from time to time. Everett is the sweetest fire. He doesn't only hurt, he also gives me relief and beautiful pleasure. He's the perfect mixture of bad and good.
I lift myself higher, crawling up his body, not stopping until I'm sitting on his chest. My knees surround his head and I smile down at him. “I'm going to ride your face now and when I stop, you'll carry me to the basement next and fuck me in the cellar.”
He drags me over his face, and l lower my ass to his mouth. I grip onto the headboard, and he holds my legs while I writhe against his mouth. I rock back and forth, my head falling back and body vibrating. “Ohhhh.”
He licks inside me, his tongue darting in and out. I'm so close to the edge, I dig my nails into the wooden headboard in hopes it will keep me from falling.
Not yet, not yet. Be a good boy. Don't come.
I close my eyes, lifting myself up before coming back down on his open mouth, rolling my hips. I ride the waves of pleasure, his tongue hitting every nerve ending it touches. It's almost too much and not enough at the same time.
“Take me to the basement,” I shout. “Please, Daddy.”
I slide down him and he gets off the bed first, offering me his hand. “Come on, Little Dove. Let's get this over with. In no time you and me will not only be leaving this dreadful place but we'll be flying out of here together.”
I nod, wrapping my fingers around his, and he lifts me to my feet. He grabs the sheet and wraps it around me and steps into his shoes.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath and he lifts me in his arms, hurrying out the door. Carrying me, he runs toward the house and I open my mouth to catch the snow, tugging the sheet closed around my chest.
The cold air is more welcoming on my skin than it should be. I spent so many sleepless nights in frigid rooms without any clothes on. It feels weird now to be warm and covered.
We enter the house and the fire is still going in the living room. Slamming the door shut behind him, he locks it again, grabs the flashlight from the counter, and carries me into the basement. I grip onto him tighter as he walks down the stairs.
“Easy, Iggy. I got you. I'll only ever let you go when you're ready for me to.”
We enter the cold cellar. It still smells awful and dread fills me when he sets me on my feet. “Ev—”
