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All I saw was red.
Kamila Ruby Wraith represented everything I hated in this world. She was the embodiment of the system that had once upon a time owned me. I’d been sold. I’d been handed over from one person to another like merchandise.
When Jordan asked for this favor, he’d said the job was unconditional. He hadn’t known how long it would last. We certainly hadn’t expected to keep this running for four months, twenty days, six hours, and thirty seconds…
I didn’t want it that way, but the red siren, as Jordan had initially dubbed her, had wormed herself into my being. She fit me like a glove, twisted, broken, and unafraid of her peculiar tastes. I didn’t want it that way, but then again, since when did I get what I wanted from this life?
Control was something that I’d always yearned for. It was one of the things that kept me going through the motions of everyday life. When we decided to play a game of control, I wanted to reject her. I should’ve rejected her, let her down, and humiliate her. She was the red siren. She was the offspring of evil. The red blood flowing her veins was poison.
But I accepted her. I took up the challenge, and the red siren actually obeyed my every wish like a good girl. She made it so easy to fall into her trap. She lured me with those eyes that sucked away my energy. Her thick eyelashes batted once, twice. I was awestruck. I finally understood why my best friend had freely waltzed into her periphery, falling head over heels for her.
Kamila Ruby Wraith was a creature of pain. She thrived upon it. When we trained together, she cherished the black and blue marks that I left on her skin due to her inability to defend herself. She gawked at them with awe in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, and she squeezed her thighs together whenever I choked her. I did it to wake her up, to get a rise out of her, but choking had the opposite effect on a woman like Kamila. She was a pain whore. She was sent into a state of ecstasy with my hands bruising her.
I’d had girls in my control before, but none had been this eager to forget. It helped that Kamila was a recovering drug addict. The girls I frequented had been proper and neat, looking for a thrill that would excite their boring life. It was weak and pathetic of mine to think these sorts of girls would keep me distracted. They never did. I was a ghost in their life, and they were ghosts in mine, barely existent and faded.
But I had been gone before. My family had lost me. They didn’t deserve to lose me again. So safe rather than sorry was all I would get.
Until Kamila Ruby Wraith fainted upon seeing the drugs that I used to self-medicate.
Until the red siren licked her room clean of any dirt before we left my apartment to drive to Indianapolis.
Months later, the games began. I felt her wet cunt with my fingers. She loved the torture of teasing her. She didn’t utter a single word, but her intoxicating eyes spoke volumes. She begged me to give her a release, and I denied her because I was a selfish prick.
And because I knew that the moment I’d fuck her, it would be over with the turmoil inside of me.
Unlike me, Alex talked. He got things out of the red siren that I doubted she’d told anyone in her life. Not her brother. Not her best friend. Alex shared the details with me, knowing that Kamila was fine with it. He was a straight-up guy like that.
Knowing that Kamila was just as triggered by bathrooms as I was made it that easier to give in to my urges. I wasn’t like Alex; he proudly got hard at the sight of the red siren. He wanted to fuck her just as bad as I did, but we’d made a promise to each other to wait it out. I didn’t walk around with an erection in front of her. It would’ve made our lessons more difficult. She needed to cleanse herself. I wasn’t going to be the rebound to her abusive past.
Four months later, and that was precisely what I became. We reached the tipping point in our relationship. I finally joined my best friend and the red siren in the walk-in shower with a view of Alex’s massive backyard made for lavish parties. Of course, nobody gave a fuck about views when Kamila Ruby Wraith was in the room. She’d lost weight in the months she’d spent with me. We ate at specific times, and we trained a lot. Plus, she was worried about her family back in that godforsaken country of hers. The curves that had been once lively and full, begging to be grabbed, had resorted to tight skin, revealing the outlines of her bones. It worried me, and I talked to Jordan about it. He assured me that she’d bounce back once she settled into her new life.
She was tall, taller than any woman that I had ever encountered. She stood next to my best friend with her freshly dyed dark cherry hair, and she looked like what I envisioned his future wife to be, worthy of standing next to him. Her beauty was incomparable. The abuse she’d suffered at her father’s hands hadn’t taken away from the smooth skin that covered her body. Her full lips gracefully smiled at you. Her eyes were the darkest color of brown, almost black, and they sucked anyone in who dared to look into them for a second too long.
The red siren was a fighter. She had a heart. She wasn’t the monster that I’d envisioned her to be when I picked her up from Alex’s game. Kamila showed me just how much she wanted whatever we had going on between us to work. “What can I do to make it better… Tell me… I’m here for you… I understand… I want you, Fylox.”
Alex observed us, the two walking threats to his safety and sanity, with curiosity. He let us work it out between the two of us.
It was quite pathetic, breaking down with my cock inside of her. She was the most magnificent creature that I had ever laid eyes upon. She deserved to come. She deserved the best fuck she could get, especially after four months of abstinence from men. She didn’t know, but I was very well aware that she touched herself behind closed doors. Sometimes, when the nights got rough, and none of the rooms did it for me, I sat on the floor in front of her door, and I just listened to her breathing, to her dreams, to her nightmares.
It was quite refreshing to have another person as ruined as I in my life.
Alex had it all figured out. Everyone around me had a life. They worked. They had fun, well, except for Jordan. He didn’t know what joy was. Their lives were so full that exhaustion was a real thing for them.
Meanwhile, I solely existed to keep them happy. I didn’t feel. I didn’t want for anything. I woke up every day, and I felt my past tear me apart.
Kamila caressed my scarred skin with fascination in her eyes. Her fingers trailed lines across my shoulders, my chest. I didn’t want to admit to myself that I enjoyed her skin against mine. I was accustomed to pain. Where was the burning sensation skinning me alive?
The heart that had been dug out in my childhood announced itself. It craved the red siren’s irresistible touch. There were questions in Kamila’s troubled gaze. My best friend studied us, and I sensed his worry.
Kamila and Alex knew me. They’d never ask. The moment was too delicate.
“Baby,” Alex said. Kamila’s fingers kept tracing my scars when she jerked her head in Alex’s direction. I could do this forever but forever wasn’t an option. There were plains in place. I couldn’t jeopardize...
“Clean him.”
I swallowed at Alex’s demand. Kamila asked, “Clean him? How? His cock? Fylox?”
