Chapter Five
Jessa
My skin is still tingling all over, goosebumps are scattered across my flesh. I can’t believe what just happened, what I let them do to me. I don’t think I really had a choice in the matter, but the truth is I wanted it, wanted their touch as much as I wanted to touch them back. I know it doesn’t make sense. I should be disgusted by it, shying away from it instead of leaning into it. But I can’t help myself, for whatever reason I want to reach out and touch them. It’s the curiosity of it all, I think.
“Are you guys done?” a deep voice breaks through the silence. My eyes snap to the door where Declan’s huge body is filling up the doorframe. My cheeks are flaming hot as his gaze flicks over my body. I imagine what this looks like, me sprawled out on the bed naked with cum all over me.
“Yup, just got done, sorry you missed it,” Trey tells him, but doesn’t seem even a little apologetic. “Maybe next time you can join in.”
Next time.
“I found a room downstairs that will be perfect to keep her in,” he says like I’m an animal that needs to be kept in a cage. “I need you to install some cameras in there, it’s on the third floor, last door on the right.”
Trey and Wes both climb off the bed and start getting dressed, while I just continue lying on the bed waiting for them to acknowledge me in any way. Declan steps up to the bed while his brothers leave the room and suddenly the fear I’ve been suppressing returns tenfold. Panic rushes through me, every cell in my body telling me to run. I’m naked and alone with this huge guy…a guy who wants to kill me. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life.
Declan eyes me so intensely that I am literally terrified to move even a muscle.
“Your whole body is shaking,” he says, but not in a concerned way like most people would. No, he is simply stating a fact.
“Let’s go,” he suddenly orders and my shaking intensifies. Go where? Go back to the torture room or just somewhere he can kill me like he’s been lying in wait to do this whole time.
“Are you suddenly deaf? Come on, let’s take a shower.”
A shower? Just a shower?
He folds his arms over his chest and glares at me impatiently. I have the feeling that if I don’t move soon, he is going to take me to the torture room instead. So against my better judgment, I roll myself off the bed, careful not to get the sticky, white substance on the sheet or the pillows. I don’t want to give them another reason to hurt me.
Following him into the bathroom, I watch him undress after turning the shower on. Maybe I should look away, then again, I’m completely naked and he doesn’t seem to have a problem looking at me. Why should I give him any type of modesty?
It’s not until he gets to his underwear that I realize his huge cock is very hard and very much pointing at me. I didn’t think he would want me like this, he hasn’t looked at me like his brothers do and usually he just talks about killing me. Actually now that I think about it, he hasn’t made even one advance toward me. I’m pretty sure he would rather watch me bleed out then screw me.
“Get in.” He lifts his chin toward the shower, and I follow his command without hesitation this time. He lets me stand under the water first, and even squirts some soap onto a washcloth and hands it to me. Such a gentleman. Not. I wash my body thoroughly, making sure my skin is smooth and cum free. When I’m done, we switch positions, which leaves me standing awkwardly in the corner of the shower watching him as he washes himself.
I take note of the fact that I’m no longer shivering, the warm water finally warming me up. I don’t know if it’s because I’m witnessing him do such a mundane thing as shower or if it’s because he is naked, but suddenly my fear for him lessens. Until now, all I’ve seen him as, is this big scary wall of muscle who doesn’t show any emotion. Seeing him do these normal things makes him look more human. Having this newfound knowledge that he is, in fact, a human, gives me the courage to start asking him some questions.
“Why do you want to kill me so badly?”
“You’re a liability,” he answers without a thought. “And a distraction.”
“Why can’t you just let me go?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions. Actually, don’t ask any questions at all. Just keep your mouth shut.” Knowing I should listen but that I won’t, I ask another question.