Page 16 of Penance

Kyla-Rose

“Huxley Harrington-Griffin put me down this instant!” I huff as he heaves me up from the back step, my lit cigarette flying from my hand into the wet grass. “I’m not playing, put me down!” I squeal on a bout of laughter, his long fingers grasping at my hips as he holds me high above his head. “I mean it!Huxley!” I scream as he spins me.

Suddenly dropping me low, my body falling through the cool air before he snatches me around the waist, dragging me in against his hard body.

“Stop screaming, you’ll upset the damn neighbours!” he chastises with a smirk as he places my feet down, the morning dew seeping through my thick socks.

“You don’t have any neighbours, you idiot,” I roll my eyes.

Slapping my uninjured hand against the hard planes of his chest. I wriggle against his hold, but he doesn’t release me. His arms tightening around my waist in the most delicious pinch.

“Anyway,” I say, finally giving up on trying to break free. “You love it when I scream for you,” I wink with a sexy smirk, flipping my loose hair over my shoulder as he drops his lips to the newly exposed crook of my neck.

“Urgh,” he groans, his warm breath feathering against my cool skin. “You’re so goddamn sexy I can’t even deal,” he complains, and I feel the hard evidence of his words in his jogging bottoms pressing against my lower belly.

“We’re home alone, right?” I whisper mischievously.

My teeth nipping against the shell of his pierced ear. I watch as the hair on the back of his neck stands, a wicked smile curving my lips. He draws back to look at me and when he sees the wanton expression marring my face he grabs hold of my hips. My legs automatically climbing up his body, wrapping around his waist. His lips find mine, desperate and hungry as he carries me back inside the house. I kick the back door shut behind us before he slams me down on the kitchen island.

Huxley leans into me, his thick cock instantly lined up, already knowing where it wants to be. I can feel the bar of metal through his tip pressing against the heat of my molten core, ready and wanting. His lips leave mine for a fraction of a second as I coax him out of his shirt, he helps me pull it up and over his head, so I don’t overstretch my injured hand. Dropping the fabric to the floor, revealing his hard chest and rippling abs. He tugs mine off too, adding it to the pile at his feet. Hux hisses through his teeth as my bare breasts press up against his naked torso, my already hard nipples brushing over his firm chest, the metal of my piercings cooling his skin.

Huxley kisses me, his tongue seeking mine like he needs me to breathe, toliveand Iknownow that I do, in fact, need him to keep living. I’m not sure I was even really alive before these two men came into my life. I was just going through the motions. I destined myself to live a life alone, that’s why I volunteered to take over the family business so easily. I fell into the position that Uncle Dee’s boys didn’t want because I needed something to give me purpose. I thought I was ruined for all men.

Maybe now they know the truth I am.

I draw back as that dark thought enters my head, sending my mind swimming. My hands spring up trying to cover my bare breasts, the back of my injured hand accidently hitting Huxley in the jaw as I shove his mouth from my chest.

“No, no, no, stop!” I shriek, pushing Huxley in the chest with my free hand.

He stumbles backwards away from me as I scoot myself further back on the counter. Drawing my legs up to my chest to cover myself, dropping my head to my knees.

“Darlin’, what’s wrong? I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” panic rings clear in his tone, but I can’t focus on him enough to bring me back.

Untethered from my anchor, my mind freefalls, memories springing to the forefront of my mind.

“Look at me, you little bitch,” my personal officer -the man responsible for looking after my wellbeing while I’m confined to this prison- orders as he backhands me across the face for the third time.

Black stars dance in my vision, my jaw going slack as I try to stay conscious.

“If I tell you to fucking do something I expect you to fucking do it,” he spits through gritted teeth.

Hot spittle hits my cheek as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my bare hips.

“I want you to be fucking present,” he growls. “You’ll learn to enjoy these moments between us, even if it takes rigorous hours of training,” he snarls. “You can lie to yourself all you want but I know you want this just as much as I do. Even your body knows what it wants, it’ssoresponsive. It’s not like anyone else is ever gunna touch ya now, is it?” he purrs.

His poisonous breath turns my stomach and I heave, earning me another slap across the face, this time re-splitting my already busted lip. Hot crimson trickles down my chin, flooding my mouth with its copper taste.

I struggle to keep my eyes open, my head lolling to the side. His harsh thrusts into me making my battered body jar against the metal table. His colleague restraining my arms high above my head. Stretching my body at an uncomfortable angle, his grip leaving more bruises on my already beaten wrists. I try not to breathe, not to move, not to think, because it’s no fun for them if I play dead. And I have to try and find even the smallest amount of control, somewhere, even if it is just my reactions.

His rough hand grips my chin, forcing my face back to his. Using his rough fingers, he smears my own blood across my face. I avert my eyes, retreating into that dark little cavern inside my head.

“FUCKING LOOK AT ME!” he roars in my face.

His spit hitting my skin, his other hand groping my bruised breasts as he squeezes them too roughly. I don’t really feel the pain anymore, I don’t think I really feel anything.

“Your nipples taste like the sweetest berries, little love. Do you know that?”

He’s trying to make me speak, react, roll my eyeballs in his general direction but I don’t.

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