I lean into him, brushing my cheek against his chin. The roughness of his beard reminds me this is real. We are here together. Not in our cells. There isn’t cold cement at our feet or bars between us.
“I want that too,” I assure him. He needs to know I want his touch. He can’t think I’m afraid of him. I won’t tarnish his touch with fear.
Lowering his head, he flicks his tongue over my taut nipple, and I close my eyes. He goes easy, biting with sweet pressure before switching sides. A long swipe of his tongue across my nipple, then he devours me. I sink my hand into his hair, fisting it in my fingers.
“That’s…that’s nice.” I sound like an idiot, but it’s his fault. His touch makes my thoughts scatter too far away to reach.
He stands and walks forward until I’m beneath the stream of water again, then presses me against the tiles. His hands fist in my hair, holding me steady as he drags his mouth across mine in soft brushes before capturing me. I’m still holding his hair, and he moans when I tighten my grip.
“Fuck yes, Dolly,” he mutters between kisses, pressing his body against mine. His cock is hard, the length of him presses against me.
I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist to feel him closer. The need in me increases the deeper he takes the kiss.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, but doesn’t stop kissing me.
“I’m already hurting. I need you to make me feel good again. Take away the pain. Take away their touch.” I bite his lip, sweeping my tongue into his mouth.
A low growl erupts from his chest, the vibrations playing against my chest.
He releases my hair and cups my ass, lifting me until the tip of his cock is poised at my entrance.
“Please,” I beg, trailing kisses along his jaw.
“Dolly,” he sounds strained, but when his eyes meet mine, I see the hunger. He’s just as pained, needs my touch just as much.
I frame his face with my hands and lock our gazes as he lowers me onto his hard length. My body stretches around him, taking every bit of him. I let out a harsh breath and push my head back. The burn is delightful. It dances through my body while he adjusts his grip on me.
“Not soft,” I say, pressing my foot against the edge of the tub. I push my hips at him, and he withdraws. “Not soft,” I say again, rewarded with a forceful thrust. I cry out at the freedom the pleasure bursts from me. “Don’t stop,” I order when he pauses. “Don’t stop.”
“Remember you said that.” He gives me a challenging grin, and I wrap my arms around his neck, gladly taking everything he can give me. I want it all—all of him.
“Yes. Yes!” My clit grinds against the rough curls above his cock. The friction drags me closer to the edge, exactly where I want to be. I need to fly.
The tiles rub against my back as he pumps into me. His fingertips dig into my ass, and the bite of his nails keeps me from flying off into my head.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I chant, tightening my hold around his neck.
“Dolly. Oh, fuck, Dolly.” He bites my chin, then my neck.
“Right there. Harder, harder, harder.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub for leverage and begin to buck against him. Water splashes over us, running into my eyes and between our lips as we find each other.
He slams into me, and my insides shake, erupting the fragile bubble building in my belly. I scream with the waves, over and over, crying out as my body unravels.
“Such a good girl, my good girl,” he says softly, releasing one cheek to fist my hair again. He drags my face to him and covers my mouth with his. My whimpers fade away as he pumps harder and harder until he finds his release. His fingers pull my hair, and I swallow his cry as he takes his own flight over the cliff.
Moments pass as we hold each other, our breath mingling. The water is tepid now.
“Are you okay—?” I shush his question with my hand over his mouth and level him my best glare.
“I’m in your arms. How can I be anything else?”
He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand down, revealing his soft smile.
In silence, he puts me back on both feet and takes the soap from the tray. Lathering his hands, he washes my back, my breasts, my ass tenderly. Once he’s finished with my hair, he lets me wash him.
“I don’t think we can stay here,” I whisper as I dry my hair. He tucks the loose end of the towel around his waist.
“We need to find our things. Get clothes, cash…information.”
“What information?”
“Queenhearts is responsible for tonight, and Dragonmate is responsible for your last special request. And how many others have bid to see you harmed?” He cups my chin in his hand. “They will pay. Every one.”
“Yes. Every one,” I repeat.
All the hopelessness drowning me since coming here washes away. They won’t get away with what they’ve done.
Fourteen
KENDOLL
The second bedroom we enter has everything I’m looking for. Piles of clothes are folded on the bed. A few dresses, sweaters, leggings, underwear… How many dolly’s have they held here?
I find the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing when they brought me in. Why keep the clothes?
“Dolly?”
She’s standing at the end of the bed holding a pair of black leggings and a red sweater. “I think these are mine,” she whispers. I’m at her side in two steps. She runs her fingers over the knit sweater, petting it. “It was my birthday dinner.”
She still hasn’t told me how she ended up here. “When they took you?” I keep my voice soft. If I push too hard, too fast, she’ll hide.
“I was meeting my parents.”
The brightness of her cheeks fades, and her shoulders drop as the memory takes hold.
“You don’t have to think about it now.” I take the clothes from her. “Let’s get you dressed.”
“I can do it.” She sits on the bed. “There’s lots to do before we leave here.”
She’s right. First order of business is figuring out exactly where we are. I shove into my jeans and t-shirt while she lays her clothes out. While she’s dressing, I go to the window and twirl the stick on the blinds to open them. Bright sunlight blinds me.
“Fuck!” I clench my eyes against the light. Keeping them shielded with my hand, I take another look outside. The front yard is covered in dead grass. Crumpled up papers blow across the sidewalk. I blink until I adjust to the sunlight well enough to make out the rest of the street. Worn down houses. Broken shutters. Boarded up doors. Red spray paint marks the windows and exterior walls.
We’re in an abandoned town. How far from Lake Palos?
I close the blinds. My mind lists all of the things we need to do, the supplies we need.
“Are we going to leave them…?” Dolly asks, standing in the doorway, looking down the hall at the room we left the assholes to rot.
“I need to get the computers out of there. Then we’ll search the rest of this place for anything else that will be useful.”
“Like food?” She presses her hand to her stomach.
“Fuck yes.” I laugh. “Food is top priority.”