Goddess isles boxed set, p.43
Goddess Isles Boxed Set, page 43
A staff member appeared from the bathroom door, wheeling the trolley with all the sensory applications to turn a fantasy into reality. The girl stopped short and waited for a command.
I shouldn’t be here.
I should place the elixir on the trolley and leave.
But my hand rose, and I waved the staff away.
Eleanor’s head tipped up as the girl nodded, left the trolley, and hightailed it back into the bathroom. The same bathroom where I’d yanked Jinx from the bath, stuck my tongue down her throat, and come to the shit-scary idea that I wanted her more than just physically.
My lust hid something deeper.
Something that made me die a thousand deaths a second.
Our eyes caught as I stepped toward her. Her nipples pebbled, her skin puckered with goosebumps, and she shuddered in her binds. Her body welcomed me, but her eyes blazed silver fire, smouldering with ire.
Placing my hands into my pockets, I clutched the vial of elixir as I stopped before her. I demanded my fingers to remain inside the material and not to cup her swollen breasts. “Pleasant night?”
She bared her teeth like a feral cat, showing sharp canines and rage. “I didn’t think you’d show.”
“Disappointed?”
“No...relieved.”
I sucked in a breath. “Relieved?” A scowl pulled my brows low. “How so?”
“It means I can stop repeating all the things I want to say to you. A speech I’ve rehearsed while my feet bruised from the wire and my dignity was shredded thanks to peeing in a bucket.”
“So you didn’t find the cage inviting?” I cocked my head. “What a surprise.”
She sniffed with temper. “I have so many things to say. So many curses I want to deliver. I want to tell you that you’ll never put me back in that place...but I know there’s no point. You can, and you probably will.”
Her head tipped up as I stalked toward her. “You have control in that, you know. Obey, and you live in luxury. Disobey, and the cage becomes your new home.”
She stiffened. Her belly filled and flattened as she inhaled. Her nakedness caused my lust to swarm like a thousand wasps, hissing through my veins, filling me with venom to take. I hated that I’d done that to her. But I’d do it again if it meant I could protect myself from her.
This woman.
Christ.
“That cage...who did it belong to?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You say who, but don’t you mean what?”
She frowned, mulling over my point that all humans spoke of creatures as a thing and not a soul. “Did the animal have a name?”
My stomach clenched. “Of course.”
“Then my question still stands. Who lived in that cage?”
My heart shed off its heavy hive of lust in favour of a deadly pounding potion of interest. She continued to surprise me. And each surprise punctured my defences a little more.
Clearing my throat, I murmured, “Ace. A chimpanzee.”
“How long did he live in there?”
“Before I sent him into whatever afterlife there is for apes? Years. Decades.”
She blanched. All colour slid from her cheeks, faded from her chest, pooled by her feet. “Decades?” She shook her head, sending hair whispering over her perfect skin. “On that wire floor?” Tears coated her grey gaze, turning them into rain clouds. “God.”
I’d come here prepared to battle with her temper. To antagonise her into fury because having her hate me was the only way I could fool myself into thinking I didn’t want her. But I wasn’t prepared for her empathy. Or for the way her mind switched from her own uncomfortable night, translating that to the pain of the cage’s prior resident.
A poor monkey whose days included being injected with drugs, hair shaved, and chemicals applied to delicate skin, being placed into crushes so he couldn’t move while scientists dropped all manner of so-called miracle medicines into his eyes to see if he’d scream. No part of his body was his own. His ears, his mouth, his anus, his flesh. All of it had some role for testing.
I cleared my throat again, chasing away the chill under my suit.
Eleanor blinked back her grief, her shoulders no longer tense with fight but rolled with sadness. She actually laughed once. A single sound of mirthless misery. “You know...I actually thought I was coping pretty well with my new reality. I refused to talk to the traffickers because my silence put me above them. I lived through your sexual initiation. I set aside my embarrassment and faced Euphoria as best I could. I didn’t let a chance of escape pass me by even though I knew it was probably futile.”
Licking her lips, she added, “I even felt a bit of pride. Can you believe that? Pride that I hadn’t broken. That I stood up to you. That I kept waking up each day myself and not some broken replica. But wow...” She shook her head again, dropping her gaze to her feet, standing on one leg to study the faint red marks on her sole, courtesy of the cage wire. “I’m nothing compared to Ace.”
A tremble began in my thighs, infecting my body and hands. I wanted her to shut up...before she could ruin me in an entirely new way.
But her delicate voice fell with a harsh whisper, “Abuse comes in so many forms. A single moment or prolonged event. After one night, I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to never spend another in that cage...and because I can talk to you—because we speak the same language, I probably stand a good chance of achieving that goal. However, a poor chimp or dog or cat—any creature at the hands of prolonged abuse—doesn’t have the ability to speak. Even though they’re probably begging for death, they still wag their tail when their owner comes, hoping that today will be the day they get a scratch instead of a kick. Each time the cage opens, they trust that maybe they’ve been good enough to be freed. That there is an end to a punishment that they didn’t deserve. And each day the kick comes, and the cage closes, and they wonder what they did wrong.”
A tear spilled down her cheek unchecked. She didn’t try to wipe it away. She didn’t stop staring at her feet as if the tiles had become a crystal ball, a seer’s tool to peer through classifications of mammals and segregations of species to not just witness the animal’s nightmare but to live it. “So...in answer to your question if I had a pleasant night? I want to change my reply and not complain about myself. I won’t complain about my discomfort because the other inhabitant of that cage couldn’t. He couldn’t voice his pain. He couldn’t beg for a reprieve. He just endured. Every damn day. For decades.”
When she looked up, I struggled to keep my façade in place. The mask I’d worn for so long that I’d forgotten I had another face beneath it. A mask that caused grievous bodily harm because it was his right to do so. A disguise that allowed me to be the monster my brother was, the heartless people my parents were, the superior over everyone.
She saw that slip. Her gasp gave her away. Her eyes danced over mine, diving deep, tearing through my walls until I felt her inside me. Her tiny hands clutched at my sins. Her dainty feet ran over my scars. In a heartbeat, she’d run riot in my psyche and left utter destruction in her wake.
So I did the only thing I could do.
I dropped the barrier against my lust and my sanity.
I ripped my hands from my pocket and dove my fingers into her hair. Our bodies went flush, fitting together as if we’d always had, her female liquidity against my male rigidity, and...
I kissed her.
I pressed my mouth to hers and tore my way into her just like she’d torn into me. My tongue was a knife, slicing her to ribbons; my saliva was a poison, killing her before she killed me.
The harness around her body held her steady, but her arms were free to move. I jolted as her touch scalded my neck. I shivered as her fingers became nails, digging into me as I dug into her. My hands dropped down her spine, gathering her harder against me so she’d feel how much I struggled. How much I fucking wanted her.
Her lips widened under mine, and I kissed her harder.
I kissed her until all I could taste was her, all I could remember was her, until bruises painted our lips blue.
I needed to stop.
Everything.
But I only kissed her deeper, struggling to breathe. My body turned savage and weak all at once. My mind swam, lightheaded with need. Snatching her off her feet, I stumbled off balance.
Our lips disengaged, and I automatically released her so I didn’t pull her down with me. The harness kept her standing while I fell to one knee.
Somehow, I’d ended up doing what I’d fought against since she landed on my beach.
I bowed.
I bowed at her fucking feet and looked up at the most stunning girl I’d ever seen. A girl who wasn’t a goddess, after all, but a golden-hearted human who was even rarer than myth.
Her lips were swollen and pink. Her gaze no longer filled with rain but lightning bolts. I needed to prepare her for Euphoria, but all I could do was stare up and ask the most damning question. A question I’d asked before but still didn’t have a fucking answer.
“Who are you?” My tone had tangled with darkness and desire, weighed down with sand.
Her swollen lips parted, perhaps to give me some cosmic answer delivered by fate’s arrow, or maybe to curse me with an even greater spell. Either way, I wasn’t prepared to listen.
I didn’t have the goddamn strength.
Wrapping my arm around the top of her thighs and clamping a hand on her hip, I dragged her forward. I gave her no room to argue or struggle as my mouth clamped down on an entirely different part of her body.
The moment my tongue touched her clit, the harness creaked with her full weight. She went lax and locked tight all at once. “Ah...God. Sully—no.”
No?
I didn’t understand that word anymore.
No was something you said about inconsequential things.
This?
Tasting her? Tonguing her?
This was not inconsequential.
This was fucking consequential. The biggest consequence of my life.
My tongue drove inside her.
She cried out, swinging in her binds. Wetness welcomed me to dive deeper; her inner muscles clutching around my invasion. Her body flushed with heat as I released her hip and brought my hand between her legs.
While my tongue circled her clit and her desire made her pant, I pressed two fingers inside her. The second her body swelled and settled around my touch, she moaned so guttural and raw, my hips pumped into air.
I couldn’t control the instinctual need to replace my fingers with my cock.
Everything about this girl made me drunk. It made me forget my boundaries. My promises. It made me go rogue with the need to take everything I could. To steal her senses. Her sanity. To make her as tormented as me.
My teeth unsheathed, biting her clit as I rocked my fingers deep. Her hips undulated against my face. I growled as she whimpered, her body releasing another silky wet welcome.
My tongue lavished every part of her. She tasted of citrus and frangipani from her bath that all goddesses had access to before serving in Euphoria. She smelled wild and ripe with need.
I thrust deeper into her, driving my fingers as far as they’d go. My knuckles pressed against her pussy lips. My tongue lashed and teeth teased.
And I broke her into pieces.
Her orgasm swelled and shattered in a single heartbeat. The force of it milked my fingers with tight pressure, rhythmic and primal. The beast inside me wanted to respond. It knew what the bands of muscles and the fading cries of Eleanor’s pleasure meant.
She was at the pinnacle of passion. She’d come, but that only made her more receptive, more open to deeper claiming, harder fucking, rougher connection.
She wasn’t pleasured.
She was primed.
Primed to be mounted and taken.
The thought of removing my fingers from her still pulsing body and removing my tongue from her delicious taste almost kept me locked on my knees, but the feral hunger to thrust my body into hers jerked my hand from between her legs and forced me to scramble upright.
She swayed in her harness. Eyes hazed and nipples hard. A trickle of her release glittered on her inner thigh.
As my hands went to my belt and undid the loop, I made yet another colossal mistake.
The worst one yet.
I allowed our eyes to lock.
I allowed myself to see.
To see the same thing in her that had grown unavoidable in me.
Something that shouldn’t exist. A demon that began in the heart and slowly ate its way through mind, sense, and soul.
Despite everything that I’d done. Despite our roles in each other’s lives...that demon had grown. Mirroring pieces that looked a lot like budding, unfurling, dangerous, treacherous love—
No.
No fucking way.
I backed away.
I tripped.
My phone alarm went off.
Announcing it was time for Eleanor to be fucked by Roy Slater.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I COULDN’T KEEP UP.
Two moments ago, Sully had his tongue between my legs, his touch inside me, and a blistering orgasm—invoked purely by emotion and connection, instead of that cursed elixir—had ricocheted through me.
Now, a stranger stood before me. A man with an unreadable face, black-blue eyes, and an ever blacker mood.
Wrenching the trolley to stop beside me, he opened the boxes he’d used during my first preparation for Euphoria.
My heart cracked as he poured oil into his hands and spread it over my body. Clinical and angry, no lingering over the parts of me that throbbed for his attention.
Once the oil gleamed, he inserted the earbuds, the eye lenses, the astringent scent under my nose, and made me swill with whatever magic that changed my sense of taste. His hands were icy as he clutched my fingers and placed the sensor pads on each. His nostrils flared as he ensured the harness that another one of his staff had placed on me was locked securely.
Part of me swelled with tears. The other part snarled with anger.
How dare he kiss me? How dare he bring me to an orgasm? How dare he drag feelings I didn’t want to face to the surface and then witness those feelings bobbing like a capsized boat in my eyes, waving a white flag in surrender, begging him to save me.
For a second, I’d thought he’d scoop me up and release me from my position of whore. I envisioned a conversation that unknotted the twisted, tightening, electrifying rope between us. I’d seen a mirroring boat in his gaze, packed full of similar feelings. But unlike mine offering surrender, his was a pirate ship ready to plunder.
Raking a hand through his hair, he refused to look at me as he stepped back and pulled up an app on his phone.
He’d prepared me so fast, I couldn’t see very well through the lenses. My vision hadn’t accepted them yet. My ears rebelled against the hushed world behind the buds. My fingers itched to feel truth not lies.
I didn’t want to go into Euphoria like this.
I didn’t want to go in at all.
I didn’t want another man to touch me after Sully had made me come.
It made me feel dirty and worthless. A coin passed from one billionaire’s pocket to another. Useless and unwanted.
With the app open, Sully placed his phone onto the trolley, then swallowed hard and pulled the dreaded vial from his pocket.
I cringed away, fighting against the imprisonment of the harness. “Sully...please. Don’t.” I searched his sea-blue gaze for any sign of what he’d shown before. Any hint that I might not be the only one drowning beneath such horrors. But his eyes were closed off, impenetrable, resolute.
Stepping into me, he pulled the stopper out and cupped the back of my head.
Wordlessly, he held the vial to my lips.
I clamped them shut and shook my head, pleading silently to stop.
His chest heaved as his fingers dug into the back of my head. He fisted a handful of hair, and with a sadistic yank, he pulled my head back, igniting pain over my scalp.
With my lips open in a soundless scream, he tipped the elixir onto my tongue.
I wasn’t fast enough to spit this time.
His large hand clamped over my mouth, pinching my nose at the same time.
Our eyes locked again, but unlike last time, our roles were very clear. No muddy guesses or tentative hope that this meant more. Just tyrannical clarity that I was his to use, rent, abuse.
I swallowed.
I swallowed the elixir, my stupid hope, my eternal optimism, and most of all, I swallowed any unruly affection until I could no longer feel its fluttering wings in my belly.
I wanted it to die.
Forever.
With a tortured noise in his chest, he ran his thumb along the seam of my lips, gathering up whatever lingered. With a darkness etching his eyes, he placed his thumb into his own mouth as if tasting the residue of elixir he’d fed me.
His eyes snapped closed.
My heart quickened.
Maybe, he wouldn’t go through with it. Perhaps, he’d keep me—
He snatched his phone from the trolley.
And before I could speak, he pressed the button.
The world went white.
My system overloaded.
I traded real world for illusion.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I WASN’T A MAN.
I was pure rage.
Rage and confusion and turbulence.
Churning storms full of blurring lines and major fuck ups.
A monster with a heart that’d suddenly remembered how to care.
I cared about her.
I wanted her.
I love—
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I STOOD ON A doorstep.
A simple, suburban doorstep in a cookie-cutter neighbourhood. I glanced around, trying to figure out what the hell this meant. A potted pansy rested by the front door, bright red paint highlighted the entry, and a perfectly mowed lawn swept all the way to a snowy white fence and flamingo-shaped letterbox.
