Page 86 of When We Fall: Part Two
Because Everett was right. In the underground, our bodies wanted what they wanted.
We had no control over them.
I screamed as his mouth moved off my dick, and he bit my thigh so hard that blood spurted out. Another bite. Another scream. He bit and bit into my flesh around my cock, his hand squeezing my balls to the point where I couldn’t tell what hurt more, the bites or my nuts.
And then he sucked my cock once more before pulling off and biting me all over again.
He did this on repeat until I lost count.
He gripped my testicles tightly on the final round.
“You’re going to lose these,” he said softly. “At some point, I’m going to feast on them. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you eat some too, so you still get to keep a part of them in you forever.”
He squeezed them so hard I screamed, the pain intense beneath the full effect of the drugs.
And then he sucked me into his mouth again until I came, humiliation rushing through me.
He swallowed me down and pulled away, licking his lips.
“Fuck, Luka, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned out.
I dry heaved, my body convulsing with each muscle spasm until I hung my head limply, the tears flowing freely. Had I any food in my system, I’d have flooded the place.
“Tell me, Luka, did I do better than Rosalie?” He let out a soft, sinister laugh.
I dry heaved again, which only made his laughter boom louder.
And then, I passed out.
TWENTY-SIX
ANSON
Dead. Fucking. Ends.
Nothing.
I’d killed probably just as many of Ivanov’s men as Enzo had, and still not a fucking thing. Not a single scrap of information, except the claim of not knowing anything.
Fucking typical.
“Are you done for the night, boss?” Max called out to me.
“Yes,” I muttered, wiping blood off my face. “Get this shit cleaned up.”
The men I’d brought with me set to work.
“I hate you,” Drake said, falling in step with me as I walked to my car.
He’d barely said two words to me the entire time we’d been out tonight. Matteo made me bring him. I didn’t want to since Drake was still pissed I was marrying Bianca. She still wouldn’t speak to him either.
“I figured.” I got behind the wheel, and he wasted no time getting into the front seat.
“You going to fuck my girl tonight?” he asked sourly.
“Mygirl. And maybe,” I muttered, not meaning it. I hadn’t touched Bianca. I’d kissed her to make shit look real, but thatwas it. We’d formed a bond. She was a good listener, and she said I was too. We spent most of the time alone in my room. To anyone paying attention, they had to think I was fucking her every chance I got. Safe date and all. I even got some smirks from Matteo’s men on the matter.
But nothing had happened between us past some deep fucking conversation.
