The executed, p.17
The Executed, page 17
I shoved at his shoulders, unable to face the low simmering heat coiled in the depths of my gut from his words. He was so full of it. Turning away from him, I put my right arm under my head and mulled over the information. Why couldn’t I remember him cleaning me?
I could feel his soft lips against my exposed shoulder, peppering slow kisses along my skin. Sighing in contentment, I closed my eyes and tried to force my mind to play back what happened earlier, but it only came back in bits and pieces, aggravating me to no end.
“Sili,” he whispered.
I bit my lip and tried again. Why couldn’t I remember? I chastised myself, wallowing over my deficiencies as I ignored him.
He gripped my upper arm firmly, finally stealing my attention, making me snap my eyes open.
“Sili, if it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”
I looked over my shoulder, stupefied. “What are you talking about? It was probably because of me we were in that position in the first place. We should have taken a different route, chosen a different location to check out. We should have—”
His fingers trailed along the curve of my shoulder, eliciting goosebumps. “It was your skin this whole time,” he mumbled as if to himself.
What was he talking about? What was wrong with my skin? I lifted my left arm in front of my face and examined it, trying to see what he was saying. It was smooth like it usually was, not a scar in sight. I frowned and stared harder.
“It was only when I washed you, the truth revealed itself,” he continued. Lifting his own hands in front of me, we both looked at his palms. “My hands were numb, my fingers falling slack after a period of time. I had to call out to the guys to catch you before I dropped your body into the waters, drowning you in your unconscious state.”
“What?” I got up on my elbow and I tried to see if he was messing with me.
He grabbed the back of my head unexpectedly and slammed his mouth against mine, his tongue invading between my lips like he belonged nowhere else but here. I whimpered in confusion but surrendered to his dominance nonetheless. I didn’t want to think about all this craziness. I wanted this good feeling to wash away all the bad covering my life.
“I almost lost you—again,” he growled against my lips and I gasped, my heart skipping a beat.
His other hand caressed my breast over my shirt, adding to the rollercoaster of confused emotions bubbling out of me. Scissoring my legs, I realized I didn’t have any pants on, and the heat building between them was too fast for me to comprehend or control. How could I possibly feel this way after the horrors we apparently went through if my nightmares were correct? He nipped my bottom lip and then down my chin, pushing my face forward while he lifted my oversized shirt and pulled my hips back, grinding it against his covered erection.
The fire behind us crackled as a branch popped and the sound of the night began to increase—insects singing their tune, calling for mates and the flutter of disturbed wings from up above. The crisp air around us did nothing to cool the flames he continuously stoked inside of me.
Clothing scraped against the ground right before the heat of his hard cock slid between my thighs, rubbing against my core. Eliseo wrapped my hair in his fist, pulling my head up so he could pepper my neck with erotic kisses as his hips began a steady, slow rhythm.
“I’ve been dying to bury myself inside of you, knowing you’d come back to me. Your temperature cooled, and fuck if my dick didn’t get the message, because it’s been straining against my pants the whole time I’ve been lying next to you, Sili.”
Why did his debauched confession turn me on? But wasn’t it the ultimate form of desire?—To crave you beyond death? Eliseo and his certifiable ways have shown me what it meant to be wanted for everything I was despite my shortcomings.
“I need you inside of me so badly,” I whined, unashamed of who could hear us.
Knowing what his hard cock felt like inside of me made me whimper with unabashed need. I had never felt this hollow after coming back from the brink of existence before. I needed his brand of dominance desperately, I needed him to remind me what it felt like to be alive. Opening my legs, I forced him inside of me, my pussy wetter than the lake that erased the evidence of my guilt. I needed him to fill the void I felt inside of my heart. I needed him to make this life worth living.
He groaned as his arm tightened around my chest and shoulders, his hips pumped his hard length inside of me again and again with a delicious friction I grew to crave.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For me to fuck you while your body is coming back to life. My dick would warm you up faster, just like this,” he arrogantly hummed.
His movements were voracious, my nipples scraped against the harsh fabric beneath us, and I could practically feel the head of his cock pushing my organs.
Pain mixed with a growing pleasure, drowning out all the worries previously swirling inside of my head. Sticking my ass out further, I met his thrusts with my own, both of us chasing what we could only bring to each other—a euphoria in the midst of this desolate existence that harbored nothing but death and destruction.
“Shit, look how good you’re taking me in, clamping down on me,” he praised making me preen beneath him. He pulled himself out torturously slow, before slamming himself back in deliciously.
My pussy fluttered around his girth and depth until he surprised me by changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting a point of pleasure I didn’t know existed. His grip slipped to my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh added to the sound of the night.
My inner thighs were slick with wetness, the smell of our combined arousal enveloping us here outside for all to witness. It was a primal claim and I fiended for more of everything he had to give me. His hand came forward to pinch and pull my clit, swirling it around in a torturous rhythm while he simultaneously never let up from his thrusts. I clenched down on my pussy, wanting him deeper, silently begging for him to ruin me.
He growled as his arm gripped me harder in response, sending a spike of delicious pain. It made me hot and wanton knowing how I affected him.
“Your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, licking the lobe of my ear, sending a shiver through me.
Lost in a haze of lust, I swore I heard the other men moaning softly, stroking their own cocks behind us as Eliseo brought me to the pinnacle of no return. The sensation ran through me like lightning, making my entire body shudder when I fell off the metaphorical cliff with a cry of pleasure.
It was at that very moment… I knew he owned me. I could never go back to the way things were. Not when he took care of me like this, stealing all my burdens onto his own shoulders while giving me nothing but peace in letting go.
As the high of my climax died down, a flicker of memory reminded me of Eliseo’s ripped shoulder caused by our previous encounter with the old stranger. Opening my mouth to say something, his hand gripped the front of my neck seductively right as he buried himself inside of me so deeply it felt like it threatened to come out of my throat.
His cock pulsated against my walls, filling me up with warmth and I spasmed torturously again in response. I pressed my legs together for some sort of semblance of control, only succeeding in tightening around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slowly thrusting inside of me, prolonging the sensation of his own release and mine.
Finally, his hand on my neck loosened, tracing his fingers along my jaw and sticking it between my lips. I sucked it in, swirling my tongue around the pad of his finger while I concentrated on another unexpected climax dying down to a whisper. He kept himself inside of me as he pulled me closer into his body in a possessive embrace from behind. My own hand slipped backward, threading my fingers in his hair, as I pulled him down for a kiss.
“Shit,” was all I heard before one of the guys groaned and finished in his own hands, the rest following suit.
When the sexual tension in the air dissipated, the sound of insects renewed around the flicker and snaps of the campfire between us.
11
ELISEO
The morning trek brought us to another abandoned vehicle, but this time, there wasn’t any fuel in it. It did provide a nice pit stop for us as we tried to figure out the next direction. My right calf throbbed like a bitch, more than my shoulder did, but I ignored the pain. I wrapped it as best I could after cleaning it to prevent other debris getting inside the wound.
“Did you run across any other camps, Fitri?” Reed leaned his head back against the vehicle, sitting in its shadow from the sun.
“Perhaps, I just can’t recall the direction,” she answered dejectedly.
“It’s okay, Sili,” I reassured her, not wanting her to get lost in her thoughts. “We’ll run across something.”
As if serendipitously, another rag-tag group walked down the road a visible distance away. I threw out a short, quick whistle for the men to pay attention. We all peered over the car. Their clothes were dirty but their bodies didn’t look malnourished.
“Fitri, you’re going to get them to lead you back to their location. We’ll follow right behind you,” Reed blurted out. I jerked my head in his direction with a scowl, reluctant to admit his spontaneous plan sounded good. I tipped my head up to the other guys to follow his lead and squeezed Sili’s thigh.
She looked from me to Reed and nodded. I grabbed her chin and gave her a peck on the lips before we re-crouched behind the vehicle, out of visual line from the new group.
A few deep breaths and Sili stood up, dusting off her pants before she confidently walked out to get their attention.
“Hey! Please! I need some help.” The vulnerability in her voice was convincing, even I was itching to leave my spot to answer her call.
“Walk farther out,” I instructed.
She hunched her body, her arms wrapped around herself to play the part. Good girl.
She sniffed, and her voice shook as she informed them she had been wandering on her own for a while. The men easily fell for the act, surrounding her with pitying looks.
My men immediately changed locations, Gunner slapping me with the back of his hand to get my attention. I didn’t like the way this scenario made me feel, but Reed was right, this was our way into wherever they came from. Following the men with a good distance between us, we hid ourselves behind the nearby cluster of trees off the side of the road.
“Hey, it’s alright,” one of the men placated. “Why don’t you come back with us, and we’ll get you situated. I’m sure the others won’t mind a new addition.”
My hackles rose. I bet they wouldn’t mind another woman in their camp. Fuckers were going to lose their limbs if they touched her. Reed stared at me with the same intent shining through his eyes.
“Come on, sugar,” the second one cajoled. “We’re not that far. Just a few more miles.”
Peeking around the tree’s trunk, I noticed Sili’s body tensed up. My own hackles rose in response. Did she know this fucker?
“O-okay,” she answered meekly. “Thank you. I’m just so hungry. It’s been hard out here alone.”
“You won't be alone anymore. The guys will watch out for you.” The line sounded practiced and overused. My hand gripped the butt of my pistol inside my waistband, itching to end his life where he stood.
Reed shook his head as he ground his teeth down, holding himself back from doing the same. Gunner had his gun aimed at the man closest to Sili. Samuel was crouched behind his tree, watching their every move with his gun pointed to the ground.
We followed them out of sight. About an hour into it, the other group stopped for a break on the side of an off-beaten path. We did the same, sitting and resting as we took a swig out of the water we collected earlier.
“Don’t worry about Fitri. She can handle herself,” Reed threw across to me in the silence.
The other group was far enough to not hear us as long as we kept our tones down. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I gave him a side-eye. “Who said I was worried?”
“You say it in the way your body looks ready to kill everything in its path every time one of them gets too close to her. Trust me, I feel the same,” he grits out. “She’s one of us, and any scratch on her would make me explode. But we need her to make it back to the camp.”
“Fucker, you think I’m going to mess up the mission over my feelings for her?” I bite back. “As a matter of fact, let’s get it straight, right here, right now. She’s fucking mine, you got it?”
Reed leaned forward and put his elbows over his knees. “I’m going to let her decide, yeah? She’s not the kind of girl to be told what to do,” he said much too confidently as if he knew a secret I didn’t.
My hands balled into fists, itching to put him in his place—but he was right. At the end of the day, she could choose whoever the fuck she wanted in this group of dicks we had hanging around her. Fuck, the thought made me feel like shit. She deserved better than a damaged man like me, one who could give less of a fuck about the world burning around them.
Reed was more mentally stable, more caring. My head twitched over the thought of him making her fall for him. It wouldn’t be too hard, judging by how close they were growing already. I focused ahead of me, where Gunner chewed on a piece of dried meat. That fucker was more laid back than the rest of us. If anything, it should be him. He was closer to her age, as well.
What was I thinking, taking her for myself? What can my old ass offer her that she couldn’t get from any of the other men?
I looked over to Samuel and my tension relaxed a fraction. Hannah would tan his balls. He wouldn’t dare.
The selfish part of me said fuck it all. I wanted her. She was mine. I would burn the damn world down before I let her go to someone else. I scowled toward the distance. She would have to wait for my deathbed. Even then, I would haunt the rest of her fucking life.
Or finally kill her permanently and take her with me. Then I wouldn’t have to think about this at all. We wouldn’t have to struggle anymore. I ran an angry hand down my face.
“They’re on the move,” Samuel called out, catching all of our attention and pulling me from my morbid thoughts.
We migrated quickly, staying the same distance behind them until we came to what looked like a solid, concrete warehouse stronghold. Barbed wire ran across the top of a sturdy metal gate which rolled open upon their arrival. A short conversation was exchanged between the guards before they waved them in. The men and I hid behind some of the trees surrounding the compound, sitting on higher ground. Our location gave us a better view of the inside, beyond the metal gates rolling back to a close.
The windows were dark, revealing nothing. Cars and multiple motorcycles sat parked behind the wall in designated areas. Where were they getting all the fuel to power these things? Two small buildings sat on each end of the main one in the center, creating a strange row from our semi-aerial view from the hill.
Gunner tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. My eyes followed the direction of his finger to see another group come out to greet them. All men. I didn’t like this, and it wasn’t because of my irrational jealousy.
“We need to get in there,” I told the guys.
They all mumbled in agreement as we slowly walked around the back parameter of the wall. We spotted another exit point manned with another set of armed soldiers. What the hell was inside this place needing such manpower?
“I’m going to look around the other side, see if there’s a wall we can breach,” Samuel threw out as he made his way behind the bushes on this hill.
The entire area was mostly covered in dirt and dust besides where we hid. Having higher ground within the same vicinity, put this stronghold at a disadvantage. Why would these guys choose this place as a home base?
“Well, hello there! My men tell me you’ve found yourself lost,” came a voice much too friendly for my liking. The leader of the greeting party stepped forward. “Come, join us. We have plenty to go around. So, tell me where you came from…”
My men. This was going to be a shit show. Sili could only kill so many of them. Samuel made it back just in time before I decided to go rogue and got her out of there myself.
“We’re shit out of luck, just two ways in,” he reported.
“Alright, through the back it is then. Let’s go,” I commanded, unwilling to sit aside any longer.
We moved silently between the trees until the ground evened out with the back gates. The entry point from this end were double doors, compared to the sliding gate in the front. This was a good development—doors making less noise than rolling metal on a gate track.
“Reed,” I called.
He nodded in understanding and threw a rock to the side, hitting the back wall to catch their attention. The guards spoke with one another briefly with their guns raised and one of them walked off to inspect the noise.
Reed and Gunner both went off in his direction while Samuel and I walked up to the remaining guard.
“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?” the guard hollered at us. Welcoming, my ass. These guys played the part when it came to women coming to their compound, but not the opposite sex.
Distracting him, I waved a hand dismissively and began spewing bullshit. “Shit, I kinda got lost. Do you know how you get to—”
Samuel quickly came behind him and sliced his throat deep enough to make his head flop back. Reed and Gunner came back at the same time with bloodstains on their hands and the enemies’ weapons in tow.
Samuel grabbed the ammo off the guy we took out and tossed the rifle to me.
Opening the double doors, it creaked and I ground my teeth in annoyance. Fuckers had a compound this big and couldn’t find grease or some shit for the hinges? We all slipped inside and moved between the parked vehicles for cover. Checking some of their condition, I appreciated the collection. We were going to have to hijack a few of these on the way out if we were too outnumbered.
