The executed, p.22
The Executed, page 22
You’re one to talk. You hid everything about yourself for most of your life.
…until Eliseo. He freed me from that guilt—he took the burden I carried and distributed it among the men.
Dammit! Maybe it would have been better if none of this happened. But then I would have never felt Eliseo’s embrace—the love he poured out of himself to fill the hole in my chest left behind by my parents.
Needing to feel something other than the hurt from her betrayal, I took the knife and sliced it across my chest. The pain grounded me, clarifying my mind as I concentrated on feeling my wound stitch back together.
The smell of blood tickled my nose, and my mouth watered. What if I kept changing? Was it possible for me to become a full bloodsucker like the rest of them? The community would exile me, if not kill me. The guys didn’t deserve that kind of trauma.
Standing up, I walked back into the house and stared at the weapon’s cabinet. Grabbing my bolts, I made a spontaneous decision. The doctor and the stranger weren't going to stop and leave us alone. Not now. We were fools to even consider it.
Taking the bolts out one by one, I cut my chest with their pointed tip, making sure to coat the metal with my perspiration. My pussy throbbed by the fourth one, but I needed to prepare for what may come. Once it was done, I fingered my wound and brought the blood to my mouth as I walked up the stairs to take a shower.
Shedding my clothes, I grabbed them and threw the pile into the tub while I showered over it. I didn’t need Eliseo feeling the effects of my paralyzing ability by accidentally touching it. I cataloged everything he discovered about me over the course of our time out there. My skin stitched itself back together, and my pussy ached. Running my hand down between my legs, I swirled my clit and sighed. Dipping my fingers inside the slick heat, I tried to satisfy myself under the spray but only ended up frustrated.
Eliseo had ruined me in the best possible way. I could still feel the phantom sensation of him inside of me from this morning.
Quickly washing my hair and body, I stepped out of the shower and wrung my clothes, hanging it on the curtain bar. Rummaging through his dresser, I grabbed a shirt and put it on as I descended the stairs to the first level. Eliseo was still there, peaceful in his slumber. It didn’t escape my notice that the nights following his surgery brought on many nightmares.
What a pair we made when we would both set each other off. But I had come to find the more I spoke to the men about it, the more my nightmares faded away. Of course, some nights remained worse than others.
It was why I appreciated and cared for them as deeply as I did. They had done more for me than anyone else—besides my mother. My sour mood returned with thoughts of my adoptive father’s disappointment in me as a daughter.
Climbing on top of Eliseo, I undid his pants and pulled him out. Swirling my tongue around his crown, I swallowed him whole with a soft hum. He shifted and grew harder inside of my mouth, making me squirm in response. Popping him out, I licked up the underside of his shaft, savoring his taste. His hand went to the back of my head and I moaned, taking him deep inside of my mouth again. The curse slipping through his lips told me I woke him up. His hips slowly undulated into my face while his hand kept my head still. I crept my touch under my shirt, continuing what I started in the shower while Eliseo tried to push his cock down my throat.
Humming and swirling my tongue around the crown on my way out, I nipped at him and then climbed up, forcing his hand out of my hair, pulling my scalp deliciously. He grabbed my hips harshly, dragging me the rest of the way until the head of his cock lined up against my entrance, and slammed me down.
I moaned, digging my nails into his shirt as I rode him torturously. He squeezed my breasts and pulled firmly at my nipples, sending exquisite lightning through my body. Since my enhanced strength had further exacerbated, Eliseo’s been rougher with me—and I loved every bit of it.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around my lower back, and began pounding into me from below. Pushing his chest, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it to the back of the couch. I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my muscles around his cock on every downward grind.
He groaned into my chest and I pulled his face up for a kiss. I had worked myself up in the shower, the hunger inside of me a wicked inferno. What would it be like to carry Eliseo’s child inside of me? The world was so fucked up, and I shouldn’t want to bring another innocent life into this, but damned if this man didn’t give me a taste of hope. I needed to bury everything about him inside of me, to desperately become one with him. Life was so short.
Licking his jaw, I clawed at my chest, creating a wound. Grabbing his face, I lowered him down to the top of my breasts where he lapped up the blood, tonguing the cut before it closed. It was so hot, so dirty. I could feel my pussy fluttering around him inside of me.
“I need you to fill me up, Eliseo. I want it so bad. Don’t stop.” Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I clamped my pussy down, trying to keep him inside.
I forced him to chase away everything I felt today and he didn't disappoint. He cursed under his breath as his hips slapped against me, the sting of our impact taking me over the edge.
He exclaimed against my chest right before he pulsated and finished inside of me, some of it leaking out, wetting the couch beneath us.
14
ELISEO
Sili kept me up all damn night and morning with her irresistible appetite. I should be exhausted but I was currently stroking my cock to the sight of her sleeping soundly beside me on the bed, bloodstains on the sheet beside her chest.
Last night was the first time she wanted me to taste her directly instead of the other way around. We stumbled into the bedroom toward the end as her hand clawed at her neck and chest for me to lap at her again. I never knew it could be titillating, and I found myself wondering if I could sneak another taste of her now. She had alluringly come into her confidence and constantly hungered for me. The knowledge made me tense up and come all over myself.
She was the beauty the world kept trying to take from me. What did crazy Otis want with her, and where the fuck was Hannah? I would have to gather further intel about who this Rick guy was.
Wiping my hand on a nearby makeshift towel, I leaned over her and ran my nose along her cheek, taking in her unique scent. She sighed happily and I crawled down her naked body. I felt energized today and extra aroused. My dick was already at half-mast again as I pushed her legs apart and licked between her legs.
She tried to close her thighs around my head but I forced her further apart, opening her up for my tongue’s invasion. My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head, she was delectable.
“Eliseo…” she began to rouse.
“Shh. Be a good girl and just take it.”
Sucking in her clit, I nipped and swirled it around my tongue before diving back inside her heat. She squeezed me and I hardened to the point of pain.
“Oh, god,” she whined prettily.
My thumb played with her as my mouth continued to devour her center. When her legs shook and her pussy fluttered around my tongue, I knew she was close. I was lost in the scent of her arousal, the heat of her body when she grabbed my head and whimpered, pulling me tightly against her. I spread her wetness along her inner thigh and bit down, breaking her skin. The blood rushing forth from her frantic pulse made me release on the sheets. My hips continued to thrust on their own in aftershocks. She cried out in pleasure as my fingers entered her, filling her up, and my thumb grinded against her sensitive spot.
“You’re such a dirty little slut for me,” I whispered, pulling in her blood into my mouth and returning to the apex of her legs. “Always ready, always so damn wet.”
I groaned again when her skin healed while I cleaned up the remnants of her blood on her inner thigh. It was the most erotic and intimate thing I had ever experienced.
Sili pulled me up with her inhuman strength and wrapped both her arms and legs around me as we shared a lewd kiss.
“That was so hot,” she sighed against my lips, licking up the bloodstain on my chin.
“You shouldn’t taste so good,” I told her. “A man like me is weak, unable to say no.”
“A man like you is known to just take what he wants, from what I remember.” She laughed melodically, and it made my heart light.
“I needed to make sure you knew you were mine the moment you punched me in the face,” I teased.
“Oh, really?”
“You didn’t hit like a girl. It left a good impression.”
Grabbing her ass, she squealed as I rolled off her, reaching for my prosthetic leg. She embraced me from behind and licked along the column of my neck. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at her display of affection.
“What are we doing today?” she whispered against my skin, running her teeth along a secret trail.
“Not a fucking thing. I need you next to me. Can’t trust anyone in this damn place.”
With her cheek pressed against me, she sighed in contentment. She gets it. She shouldn’t trust anyone, either, besides old Margaret.
“Where the fuck was Hannah?” I asked.
She pulled away from me, and I knew there was a fucking problem. There was something she wasn’t telling me. Turning on the edge of the bed, I glared at her to give me an answer.
“Sili,” I tried again. “Where. The. Fuck. Was. Hannah?”
“Let’s get out of the house today,” she said with a smile. “We can just stick by the guys and nowhere else.”
Evasion tactic? That was what she’s going with? Grabbing the stump covering, I rolled it on tightly and tied it before sticking my thigh into the prosthetic and securing the leather belt straps. I watched her naked ass parading around the room, pretending to look for something to wear. Standing up, I stalked over to her and pulled her into my arms, forcing her to look at me—which she couldn’t. She looked everywhere but at me.
“Sili, quit with this shit and tell me what happened,” I gritted out, annoyed.
Her chin quivered and I cursed. I needed to know for her own damn good!
“Don’t tell Samuel!” she whimpered.
What the fuck?
“Hannah got blackmailed by crazy Otis. He wanted me down there for something. I haven’t figured that part out yet. Th-the stranger ran into us and ended up there, too. I’m still not sure if he was in on it or not. I’m conflicted about it all. I don’t want Samuel to be pissed at her,” she rambled.
“He doesn’t need to be pissed at her, I’m fucking pissed! You could have died!” I roared.
She cradled my face in her palms, cooling my temper a fraction. “I always come back.”
“What if you don’t? It’s not a chance I’m willing to take. What the hell does the doc have over Hannah for her to be so easily blackmailed?”
Sili turned away, then buried her face into my chest. Was this girl code? Was she not going to tell me? What good was girl code if the fucking girl in question put her in dangerous situations? After seeing the prisoner down there, who knew what crazy Otis had in store for her? I highly doubted he wanted her down there for a fucking talk.
I let Sili go and exited the room. Since the amputation, I had moved most of my stuff downstairs. I was glad for it now. Walking to the kitchen, I washed my hands in the sink, wet a cloth, and wiped my dick down, tossing the dirty rag back into the sink with force. Grabbing the shirt on the back of the couch, I put it on. I snatched the cargo pants off the floor and got dressed with jerky movements.
“Eliseo?”
“Get your ass dressed, Sili,” I ordered. “I’m going to have a talk with Samuel.”
“What? No! You can't!”
Turning slowly with my eyes ablaze with fury, I asked, “Why can’t I? His fucking woman almost got mine killed.”
She choked but didn't talk back, because she knew it was true. “Sili. Don’t make me tell you again. Get your ass covered with something and let’s go.”
Her eyes burned, and my dick twitched. I didn’t have time for this attitude of hers. Once she was dressed, I grabbed her hand, and we headed out the door and across to the south side. When we reached Samuel’s street, we could already hear them fighting through his curtained door.
“What the hell were you doing, Hannah?” Samuel snarled.
“I didn’t mean to!”
My head snapped to Sili, who flushed sheepishly. Climbing the steps, I pushed the curtain to the side to find Hannah with her arms wrapped around herself and Samuel putting holes in the wall.
“You could have gotten her fucking killed!” he roared.
“He was going to kill you!”
“I don’t give a shit! I can die any day out there going on stupid runs for this damn place,” he pointed angrily at the door. “We shouldn’t have to prepare for war on the inside of our own damn community!”
“What did you just say?” I cut into their conversation, making them both turn their attention in our direction.
“Fitri! I swear I’m sorry,” Hannah sobbed.
Sili’s eyes burned hot, and now I was about to kill Hannah. Whatever the reason became irrelevant if she was going to put us all in danger.
“Hannah, I can’t be with someone I don’t fucking trust anymore. Get the hell out of my house!” Samuel roared.
“Samuel! I love you!” she cried out pathetically.
“What the fuck?” he scoffed. “You love me enough to get one of my own killed? That doesn’t make any damn sense. Listen to yourself!”
“I didn’t know what to do!” she cried again.
“You should have fucking told me!” he snapped. “Me! The threat was against me! I would have handled it!”
“Please…”
“Get. Out! I don’t want to fucking see your face right now!” Samuel flipped a side table, taking a plugged-in lamp with it, crashing to the wall.
Hannah screamed as she flew out the front door, skirting beside us.
“Dammit!” Samuel yelled.
“What the hell was the doc threatening her with?” I asked.
“Some bullshit about killing me, I’m sure. You know that crazy old fucker has always been out to get us. He probably has all our blood down in his bunker for some nefarious reason or another. Killing wouldn’t be a surprising next step. He wants control of this damn camp, I just know it. For what purpose, that’s the real question.”
Samuel's chest was heaving as he spit out all this information. Sili walked up to him and wrapped her arm around his midsection. He stared at the ceiling, covering his face with his hands as he growled in frustration.
“I’m sorry, Samuel,” she whispered under her breath.
Sam laughed humorlessly. “Sorry? You’re fucking sorry that worthless sack of shit I called mine was trying to get you killed? Fuck sorry!” I watched as he hugged her back, rubbing his head on top of her hair.
We had all come to love her in our own way. She was a part of us, weaseled her way into all of our hearts, and saved our asses on the side.
“We need to find out who the other guy down there is. I don’t recognize him.” My mind ran through all the faces I had seen so far since we returned from the mission. His didn’t come up. How long had he been down there?
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Otis has a damn team down there,” Samuel grumbled.
The thought made my skin prickle. Sili released Samuel once she realized he had his emotions under control.
“Fucker is always talking about the war between clans. Maybe he’s been preparing for war inside these damn walls,” I muttered.
“Why us? If he’s so damn power-hungry, why not just take out Sergio? Hell, take out half the people here who go to him for medical needs.” Samuel crossed his arms and stared at the doorway behind me as if he expected Hannah to run back inside.
“Because he knows we’d never go with it,” I told him. “We’d be the one to take him down.”
“So he sends us out on a wild goose chase, hoping we’d die or fall off the face of the planet, only there was actual evidence to collect and bring back,” he continued, trying to piece it together.
“Maybe he wanted me to die,” Sili piped in.
We both turned to look at her and considered her statement.
“Why? You’re only one person.” Samuel spoke for the both of us, knowing I was thinking the same thing.
“He said he remembers me, but never said anything else afterward.”
“You saying he knows about your abilities?” Samuel inquired. “How? You can’t tell through blood samples, can you? You’d have to witness it, like us.”
I mulled over Samuel’s logical line of thinking. I was not a scientist, or anything close. I didn’t know what you could decipher through blood.
“I don’t know, Samuel,” she replied dejectedly.
“Maybe he’s just keeping a close eye on you because you’ve become one of us,” Samuel added.
“It means we’re all in danger. Get Reed and Gunner here ASAP. Seems our stay has been shortened,” I instructed.
Samuel nodded and went into the other room to grab his weapons. If it was too good to be true, it probably was, and this place has been too damn peaceful. Memories of the town we massacred came to my mind. Bellmore was too friendly, too. Creepy as shit. I didn’t want to be a part of it if this place was transforming into something similar.
“Suit up, Sili. Grab a bag and get whatever shit you want to keep with you,” I told her, coming to a decision. “We’re going to leave this place by nightfall.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of Samuel’s house. His boot steps pounded down his porch behind us, splitting off to the west to gather the other men.
“Do you have anything back at your place you need to get?” I asked.
“No. I brought most of the important stuff to your place,” she admitted.
“Good.”
We reached our front porch to find old Margaret setting down a tray of fresh vegetables. “There’s the lovely couple! I hope you guys are hungry. Some of the women were able to fertilize the ground really well this season.”
