Page 67 of Acid

I’m rewarded in an instant. His tongue glides between my folds, swirling his tongue over the most sensitive part of me. He pauses, his tongue at my entrance. The anticipation of the pleasure I know he is withholding is almost too much. My hips buck, desperate for more. He grabs my hips tightly in his hands and thrusts his tongue inside me. I cry out as his mouth works with his tongue, devouring me like I’m his last meal.

I yank against the cuffs, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, to grip it at the roots as he relentlessly fucks me with his mouth. I can feel my climax already building. His mouth only works harder, and his tongue moves faster. My body moves against his tongue, chasing my release.

“Fuck, please,” I beg, needing something more to bring me over the edge. He moves his tongue from my centre and slides two fingers inside my soaking wet core. He curls them, hitting that perfect spot, then his mouth is on my clit, massagingme with his tongue, sucking my flesh. My orgasm erupts and pleasure explodes through me. “Yes! Yes, fuck!” I scream.

He moans between my legs, licking and sucking everything my body gives him. As my orgasm subsides, he removes his mouth and fingers, and I moan at the loss. He moves quickly and grabs my hips. He flips me onto my front, yanking my hips up in the air. The cuffs bite into my skin and his hands caress my cheeks, squeezing it tight. I can feel his thick muscular thighs against mine, keeping me spread wide. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance, and I quiver in anticipation. His hands grip my hips as he slams himself inside me.

I cry out at the sudden intrusion, the pleasure and pain of him filling me. My body stretches to accommodate him before he pulls nearly all the way out to slam back in.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good. So fucking tight,” he pants as he slams himself inside me over and over. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the headboard thumping loudly against the wall with each powerful thrust surrounds us. His fingers dig into the flesh of my cheeks as his drives into me, over and over again. My walls begin to tighten, and he lets out a moan as he feels it around his cock. “I could fuck you all day and fucking night. Feeling your pussy milking my cock,” he groans.

“Oh god,” I whimper as my legs begin to shake.

He pounds into me faster and harder. “Cum on my cock. let me feel your walls clamp around me,” he growls as he continues his exquisite assault on my body. Wy walls clamp around him as pleasure erupts from the base of my spine. Like lightening, it shoots through every nerve ending in my body.

“Nash!” I scream his name, so loudly that my voice becomes horse. My orgasm is still rippling through my body as he slams into me one last time, filling me.

“Fuck,” he groans. He moves slowly in and out of me and I feel his seed trickling down my thigh. Withdrawing himself, hemoves his fingers through my seam, spreading his release over my clit. I shiver under his touch. “You’re mine, Rhea,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers slowly circle my clit, making me gasp. “Don’t feel guilty for how good we feel together. You were made to be mine,” he says as he continues to move his fingers. “And I’m going to keep fucking you with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock until you can take no more. With each touch, lick, or thrust, it will remind you that you are mine. You will always be mine,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest.

EPILOGUE

ACID

6 weeks later

I lookedat Rhea any chance I could get. It was like I had to remind myself that I wasn’t dreaming, that she was real, and that she was mine. Her eyes would often find mine from across the room, and a small smile would spread across her lips. I didn’t deserve her, I knew that. I would spend the rest of my fucking life worshiping the fucking ground she walked on, because she deserved nothing less.

“Pres is going to call church. We’ve finally found a way,” Spider says as he comes to stand beside me. I look at him, seeing the darkness is still in his eyes. That wouldn’t go until we got Scar back where he belongs. We knew he was alive, because one of Eugene’s men was easily bribed to feed us updates on him. He would always say he’s alive, and never anything else. Never what he’s endured.

“That’s good,” I sigh, relieved. I know having Scar back will bring back the spark that is missing from Rhea’s eyes. She misses him. She wanted to thank him for sacrificing himself for me, and although that guilt had eased for her, partly due to me fucking it out of her, I know it would never be completely goneuntil he was home. Hell, I had my own gratitude and guilt I needed to offload.

“Yeah, let’s just hope he isn’t too far gone when we get him out of there,” Spider sighs before slamming his hand down on my shoulder, gripping it tightly before he walks away.

I know what he means. None of us know what he has had to endure there, and if my short time there was anything to go by, I know it would be worse than hell.

Scar

Alone, locked away in a dark basement, the only time I see light is when Eugene wants to torture me. Not enough to kill me, no. He knows that would break the agreement and that my brothers would skin him alive for it. He realised when we turned up that day to get Acid that he isn’t untouchable, at least not from us. That’s why I made the deal. I knew he would take it. He would save face and Rhea would be happy. For all the hits, the cuts, the fucking chains, and even fucking tasers, I’ve never felt pain like seeing the woman you’ve fallen for be in love with someone else.

I mean, I knew she had feelings for me too, but not like she did for him. Seeing her sat there, not eating or drinking, seeing her in agony knowing that he was dying, I couldn’t fucking bear it. I could have been selfish and let him die, allow her to grieve and then wait for her to fall in love with me like she had with him, but I knew I couldn’t do that to her, or to my brother. I would rather suffer in this hell and know she is happy than see her in pain.

The door opens, letting in a small beam of light. I sit up on my old filthy mattress on the floor, my body screaming in protest at the movement. I turn and face whatever it is they plan on doing to me know. I never crack, and I never show them weakness.

A silhouette fills the doorway, smaller and curvier than usual. I close my eyes as I smell sweet citrus perfume. She walks in, her footsteps light, as if she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s here. She places an apple on the ground near me, along with a bottle of water. She stands there for a moment in complete silence.

“Thank you,” I rasp, my voice dry due to not having had water since yesterday. I squint as I try to make out her features in the dim light. She just nods and moves to leave. “Who are you?” I ask.

The light from the outside surrounds her like she’s an angel. She pauses, not turning around to face me, the light shining on her rich auburn hair. “Elsie,” she says softly before leaving and locking the door behind her, surrounding me in darkness once again, like she was never even there.

The End