Page 24 of Eat Me

“Just something to let you feel your darkest desires… it’ll wear off soon,” Elijah whispers as he moves, capturing my mouth with his own again. He pulls back when I bite his lip.

He chuckles as he pulls back, remaining close enough so he could whisper something, his breath hot against my ear. "I can see how your body is reacting. The flush of your skin, the dilation of your pupils. The concoction I gave you is just letting you feel what you are too scared of showing.

Shaking my head trying to clear the fog that's settling over my mind, “So, you... youdruggedme?” Taking a moment to try to get my brain to work. Everything is so muddled... “I don't wantthis."But even as I say the words, I feel a traitorous heat building low in my stomach.

I gasp as Elijah's teeth graze my neck, my body arching into him against my will. "Stop," is all I manage to choke out, even as my hands clutch at his shoulders.

Elijah pulls back slightly; his eyes full of lust as he looks down at me. "Your body says otherwise, darling," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Matter of fact, you're trembling."

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my mind. "You... you drugged me," I accused, my voice still shaky.

“But why drug me?” I mutter out softly, I feel my body responding against my will, a shiver running through me at Elijah's touch. My skin feels hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sends sparks of pleasure through me. Part of me wants to give in to the pleasure, to let myself drown in it. But a stronger part recoils at the thought. He’s mykidnapper…well,oneof them.

Jerking away from his touch, anger flares through my haze of arousal, "Stop." I manage to gasp out, even as my traitorous body arches into his touch. "Please..."

Elijah pulls back slightly; his eyes still dark with lust as he looks down at me. "Your body says otherwise, darling," he murmurs, his thumb stroking along my hip. "Why deny what you so clearly want?"

“Please.”I mutter, though I don’t know if I was begging for something else as my traitorous body leans towards him, craving more of his touch.

“Here you are begging so prettily," he says, voice low and dangerous, “it’s nice to see your ironclad control start to slip.” He mutters lowly, as I feel his hand creeping up my leg. I shiver in both disgust and need. Every small brush of his fingers on my naked thigh feels like liquid fire. I close my eyes and look away inshame at the feeling it lights inside of me. Taking a deep breath in, the drug he’d given me is still making my head fuzzy.

“Now be a good girl.” I hear him murmur, as his hands slip between my thighs, using his knee to move them further apart. My body feels heavy and with my head fuzzy, I let him. I look up at him as he chuckles darkly while his fingers flutter over my clit making me cry out as if burned.

“There we go, don’t hold it in.” I whimper as he begins to circle my clit, his fingers spreading my moisture along the seam of my lips. Slowly he began to sink the tip of one of his calloused fingers into me. My body trembled as I clung to his arms, my eyes closed shut.

This isn’t what I want.... but it’s out of my hands. My body’s hot, my head’s throbbing in pain as I try to calm the surge of need tearing through me. This isn’t me wanting to be with him. It’s my body reacting to the drugs and stimulation, nothing more. Biting my lip while trying to hold back my gasps and whimpers as he inserts another finger into me, scissoring them inside of me to try and loosen me up.

It's an uncomfortable feeling. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a long time since any fingers other than my own had been inside of me. Add in the context of the situation and it makes me feel gross and dirty, but I’m so drugged up I don’t care. I want more. I hear his chuckle deep in my ear, his breath brushing over the shell of my ear.

“That’s a good girl, spread your legs more,” I feel tears trail down my cheeks as I do what he says. The towel was now a crumpled mess on the bed, discarded like garbage, exposing my fully naked body to his hungry gaze. One hand continued to work me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. His other hand tangled in my hair and yanking back on the nape of my neck making me hiss as my eyes fly open to glare at him in anger.He gave a cocky chuckle, the sound low and sensual, it makes my skin crawl while my wetness gushes out of me.

Glaring at him, my eyes almost blind with tears that are sliding down cheeks. He leans forward with that damn gleam in his eyes and follows the trail of one of my tears with the tip of his tongue. I jerk back, ignoring the flare of pain as my hair’s yanked from the motion. He merely brushes his nose lovingly along my temple, a complete farce of intimacy while he takes what he wants from me.

“I want you to look at me as I make you come.” I glare at him but hold his gaze, hoping that he would understand there’s no part of me that wants this to happen, not like this. He presses another kiss to my temple before letting my hair go, his thumb roughly rubbing my clit causing my hips to jerk forward.

“Ahn!” The small sound that tumbles from my lips making him chuckle as he leans down and nibbles on my shoulder. I took a shuttering breath as my eyes slid close as I came around his fingers hard and fast. My body thrummed with my release, my eyes closing as I try to remember how to breathe. Every so often he would rub my still-sensitive clit making me come all over again.

“Mine.”It’s a dark and possessive filled word that slipped from his lips as he leans down, taking my lips into his, almost drowning me in his want. He releases my mouth, as he lets his lips train down my neck and use his teeth to bite into my shoulder making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure he broke the skin. The pain was a sweet jaded bolt that went straight to my core.

Sobbing, I manage to force myself to breathe in and out as his mouth lightly sucked on the bite, now matching the other bite mark Jasper gave me. As I look at him in a daze, I didn’t hear anything else he said as everything fades to black.

Chapter Twenty

Owen

Glancing at Elijah who just put Victoria back into her cell. I shake my head at him, recognizing he’s a bit more impatient than the rest of us. We’ve failed to get a wife so many times and we all know as the oldest, it’s a weight for him to bare.

“Will she remember what happened or will the drug you used make things fuzzy for a while?” I ask as he’s leaning against the wall, closing the cell door and locking it.

Elijah flashes a smirk, “She won’t remember much until something triggers it or by the time all these tests are over.” I huff out a laugh at this. We all know that she’s going to pass. Victoria’s strong and has gotten under our skin.

“When she remembers, it’s going to be another fight to get through with her,” I tell him as he coldly smiles at me.

“She enjoyed it. The drug didn’t stop her normal responses.” I know Elijah’s right. It also wouldn’t stop Victoria from giving us a hard time. She seems like someone to hold a grudge.

I just shake my head at Elijah's words. "You know that's not the point. Victoria isn't like the other girls we've tested. She's stubborn and strong-willed. When she remembers what happened, drugged or not, she's going to be furious."

Elijah's eyes flash dangerously at me. "Are you questioning my methods, brother?"

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