He gives me the smallest of smiles. A sad smile.
“I think you heard what he said,” he replies quietly. I swallow deeply, slowing as we approach our rooms.
“What do you guys wanna do?” Ethan asks, stopping to look between us. Ax steps to the open wall, a large vantage down to the yard torn out years ago. Looking down, he doesn’t comment for a few minutes. It doesn’t take long for me to get antsy.
“There isn’t anything we can do. The others aren’t going to go long, if at all, without water before ripping this place apart to give me up to ol’ Dick.” I see Ax’s back tense as he grips the ledge.
“So, what is there to talk about? We still have some of that rum, right?” I ask Axle, and he whips around.
“Don’t fucking say that,” he says in a quiet voice, a warning and a threat. Holding my head up, I watch him evenly. I don’t react well to impending doom, apparently. I turn to Ethan.
“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” I give him a small smile, unsure of what else to say.
He hesitates for a moment but nods before leaving us. Ax doesn’t take his glare off of me the entire time. When I see Ethan is gone, I turn back to Ax.
“I won’t say it again, but can I still please have some rum?” I ask, batting my eyes at him. I am rewarded with the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth and I know I’ve got him.
“Whatever my Queen wishes.”
Ten
Axle
She’s acting too calm when we get back into our room and I make my way to the hidden rum. I eye her stance warily but don’t say anything. I don’t know what the fuck we are going to do either but giving her up to that fucking rapist piece of shit asshole is not going to happen. Rage and panic are still coursing through me, but with her close, I’m holding it in. Just barely. The rum is probably a bad idea. I should be thinking, planning.
I watch as she takes the bottle from my hand, taking a few healthy chugs. A few drops spill down the side of her throat and I can’t help but follow them with my eyes. Her throat moves and I’m entranced by the delicacy of it. When her blue eyes land back on me, it almost takes my breath away.
She’s so fucking beautiful it’s actually painful to look at her, but it’s excruciating not to.
“That’s actually really sweet,” she says with a smile and my eyes widen.
Oh. I said that out loud.
Stepping forward, I wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her closer to me.
“Fucking truth,” I say before plunging into her mouth. Her body immediately seems to meld to mine. She tastes of rum and that sweet viciousness that is pure Ana.
Pulling back, I look into her eyes and see a myriad of emotions there. There’s the love shining through it all. The inner strength and toughness I adore. Beneath it all though, I see what she is hiding from me. The fear in her eyes.
“I won’t let them have you,” I tell her, still gripping her tightly. “We can do this.”
Not taking my gaze from her, I reach out and take the rum bottle from her hands, resisting the urge myself. Putting the bottle down, I bring her hand back into mine, my fingers sliding over her knuckles as my thumb brushes the inside of her palm. Her hand looks so tiny and fragile in mine.
“You are mine,” I whisper, “and I won’t let you go.”
She opens her mouth to respond but in a fluid motion I pull her close, pressing my lips to hers. Unlike earlier, right now I want nothing more than to worship and pleasure her. I can feel my cock straining in my pants at the proximity to her, but I need to savor this. Biting my way down her neck, I revel in the soft sounds she makes.
This is my therapy.
When my tongue finds her nipple, she lets out a gasp as I circle and torment the delicate nub. I bite lightly before licking the area, cooling the small pinches. Her body squirms beneath my touch, eager for more, but I don’t intend to give her what she craves just yet.
She needs to know down to her core that sheismine. And I can’t wait to make that core twitch.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her by her ass. Her perfect tits right in my face so I can keep ravaging them. Her hands find my hair, gripping tightly as I make my way over, dropping her down onto a table.
Before she can react, I’m on my knees bringing her sweet pussy to my face. Ana moans as my tongue explores every fold. For the moment I ignore the place she wants me most. Finally raking her slit with one long lick, I fasten my mouth on her clit at the same instant I push a finger into her eager, waiting cunt.
Ana cries out loudly as I feel her tighten and convulse around my finger, overcome by the sudden orgasm. But I don’t let up.