I wish I could glare at him right now.
Screw it. I glare at him anyway, or at least where I imagine his face to be in the dark.
I can’t tell if he’s trying to make me angry or not, but I feel a mixture of rage and frustration starting to well up inside me.
“I’m not begging you for anything.”
“No? I don’t remember telling you to remove my underwear last night, let alone yours.”
I press my lips together in anger. Leave it to him to make me feel guilty over something I was already furious at myself for.
“I was just trying to help.”
“Is that so?” Luci says, his voice low.
“Fine, don’t finish what you started,” I spit back, not knowing what else to say to him, “but don’t blamemefor whatyouinitiated. Maybe I should have let you die.”
A moment of silence passes between us, and for a second, I wonder if I’ve just gone signed my own death warrant.
“Luci, I—”
The rest of my apology dies on my lips as I cry out, his mouth dropping to me in such a fevered frenzy that I lose all trains of thought as my body arches into him.
“You think I don’t want you to beg me for sex or that I don’twantto finish you off?” Luci growls against me, allowing the deep vibration of his voice to push me closer to the edge. “You think I don’t knowexactlywhat you need? What you want?”
I can’t answer, my jaw tightening as he drags his tongue over me, hardening it to part me before easing it inside.
But just as soon as the tip of his tongue has entered me, he stops moving. I grab handfuls of his hair as I try to get him to push further into me, but he’s still anchoring me in place, controlling every move.
Releasing his hair, I fall back on the bed in frustration and furious want. Luci’s tongue suddenly curls inside me before he pulls back.
“Evi—” Luci starts before we’re both startled by a loud noise that I can only assume is from outside the bedroom. The others must be back to let us out.
I only have a split second to think this thought before I scream out into the darkness as Luci’s mouth returns to me.
Excruciating pain shoots through me, but this time it isn’t followed by that same cataclysmic desire I’d felt before with both Seven and Dante.
No, this time, I’m flooded with a strange sense of complete and total numbness.
My body doesn’t seem to know how to react as it tries to pull away, writhing against him while slowly detaching from my mind.
Luci’s fingers dig into my hips as he tries to anchor me in place, but even he seems to be struggling to keep my body still as he bites down.
It’s this thought that has my mind clicking back into action as it shoves aside the fog to drag forth memories that I didn’t know I’d forgotten.
The pain.
The overwhelming mixture of desire.
I’d felt this with Seven too, after hebitme.
Panic joins the mix at this, and I don’t know what to do as I war with myself. Suddenly the lights in the room start to brighten, and I turn my head just as Dante and Seven burst into the room.
If I weren’t so drained of energy, I might actually be frightened by the rage twisting their faces … but as it is, I have nothing left to give.
Seven’s mouth moves, but I hear nothing.
I close my eyes as my vision blurs and fades, allowing myself to succumb to the darkness.