Page 118 of Darling Wildfire
“Yes,” I ground out, nearly choking as I forced the word out.
The moment I spoke, the man retreated from Atlas and my eyes shuttered in relief which seemed to amuse Vetticus. He released my head and took another sip of wine. I sank back against the chair, getting as far from him as the wood allowed.
“They can hear us in there, but I think I’m going to let them watch too.”
My eyes jumped to the screen to see the men’s blindfolds get removed. Atlas and Nyx took two seconds to check in with each other before their eyes were on the screen where they must see me. Their mouths moved as they shouted something.
Vetticus chuckled. “How cute—they’re saying don’t listen to me. Don’t worry about them. What is a man to do when you all want to be self-sacrificing? Except Preacher—he’s a quiet one isn’t he?” Vetticus studied the screen.
“I had a feeling he was going to be a favorite with the sponsors,” Vetticus said conversationally. “He and his wife were incredible. She was military so breaking them was a journey, let me tell you. At the end, before I cut her throat in front of him, she turned and simply said, ‘I love you. I know you’ll give him hell.’” Vetticus shook his head, awe in his eyes. “It was a shame I couldn’t bring her along too, but alas, I had orders.”
I watched Preacher’s face and could tell he was hearing every word Vetticus was saying. His hands were in fists and his chest was heaving with hatred. I tore my eyes away from the screen to Vetticus who was watching me carefully, swirling his glass of wine.
He dipped his thumb in the red wine and ran it along my bottom lip before sliding his hand around my neck and pulling me forward. His lips hovered over mine and I went to jerk back but he chuckled darkly.
“Remember what happens if you fight me,” he murmured, his breath coasting over my face. I froze, and he closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine. I didn’t kiss him back as his lips moved to suck the wine from my bottom lip, biting on it gently then harder. I hissed as he broke the skin. A low rumble escaped him as he pulled back, his eyes half closed in pleasure and his lips stained red with blood and wine.
A knife appeared in his hand. He traced it across my collarbone before digging it into my skin. I growled low in the back of my throat. He slowly dragged the knife across my chest as he watched my every move, his eyes never leaving mine. He was careful not to mess up his brand, but let the knife trail a path under it. The blood tickled as it ran down my stomach and sunk into the waistband of my sweats. Vetticus pulled the knife back and took another sip of wine, then he slowly dumped the glass over my chest. The alcohol burned as it ran across my skin.
I didn’t make a sound except to breathe heavily through my nose. I refused to give him anything. If he wanted to play, I’d let him play. As long as he didn’t touch my men, he could do whatever he wanted to me.
If I broke, I knew I could come back from it. There wasn’t a corner of my dark mind that scared me or a part of my humanity I wouldn’t give up to survive this.
His lips were parted and I could see the lust and desire shining in his eyes as he watched wine and blood run freely over my body. His hand trailed down and rested on my cock still covered by my pants.
“You got so hard for me last time,” he rasped. His hand moved over me again before he took his knife and cut through the sweatpants to free me. I gritted my teeth in displeasure when his hand found bare skin. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breath again. I fixed my eyes at a point between my hands and tried to ignore him.
“How would Whitney touch you?” He asked.
I couldn’t help it, hearing her name on his lips sent me over the edge. I lunged forward and slammed my head into his. He cursed and reeled back, blood running from his nose. He backhanded me across the face but his breathing was erratic and I could see the bulge in his pants from where he was hard, turned on by the violence.
“You can think of her if it helps,” he sneered. “Although I’m probably not as gentle as she was.”
“Don’t,” I snarled. “Say. Her name.” I was nearly breathless with rage as he approached again. This time he knelt next to me and brought the knife to theV branded into my chest.
“Do you like pain with pleasure?” He asked. His hand stroked me as he teased the knife along the V, not cutting into the skin but scraping it along the scar tissue. I looked straight ahead, refusing to react again.
“The next violent thing you do, I will punish your men,” he said, then his mouth was on my dick and his knife dug into the V at the same time. I slammed my head back against the chair at the assault of the conflicting sensations. Nausea swept over me so thick I nearly gagged as he dragged the knife down one side of the V, sucking the head of my cock as he did.
He did it again, cutting the other side as he took me into his mouth. When he was done with the V, he moved to my thigh, cutting deeply into me in time with his mouth. After five cuts, I still wasn’t hard, and he sat back on his heels.
“This should help,” he purred. He pulled a needle from his pocket and jammed it into my thigh. “It’s my own personal cocktail. Different from last time. This one you’ll feel everything heightened, and it will make you rise to me, but you’ll still be able to move.”
Whatever he’d injected worked quickly, flowing like fire under my skin and setting every nerve ending ablaze. The cuts on my skin began to burn and as he took me into his mouth again, I could feel sweat break out on my body as pleasure overwhelmed me. I was breathing heavily and my hands shook from how hard I was digging them into the table.
I tried to will my mind somewhere else, but he dug his fingers into the cuts on my thigh and dragged his teeth along my cock. A groan escaped my lips, and I gritted my teeth in anger, my head falling back against the wood again in frustration.
“Your wife was beautiful,” Vetticus said, replacing his mouth with his hand. I was getting harder by the minute as the drug raced through my system. My mind grew foggy, and it was hard to grasp onto thoughts. Vetticus’ voice sounded hollow as he continued to speak about my wife. What she must have felt like, the sounds she made when his men raped her. How despite everything they made her come. I fought back when he said that but his hand went around my neck, cutting off my air as his hand continued to work me.
Even though I mentally tried to fight it, I could feel him bringing me to the edge.
Vetticus stood up when I was seconds away from breaking.
Before I could register what was happening, he took the knife and slammed it into my hand. The blade impaled it onto the tabletop. He released my cock and I made a sound of distress, collapsing forward, chest heaving atthe sudden assault.
He edged me closer with pleasure and pain, bringing me close to the point of release but never throwing me over. He pulled out his own cock, stroking himself with his hands covered in my blood. Perched on the edge of the table, his breath picking up as he stroked himself. Through the pain, I could tell by his breathing he was close. With a groan, he wrapped his hand around the knife and as he yanked it out, he came all over my chest to the sound of my pained groan. I collapsed back in the chair, writhing in distress.
I must have blacked out because when the nightmare swam back into view, Vetticus was stroking my cock using my blood and his come. I tried to move, but he grabbed my hair and dragged me towards him.
