Page 76 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Do you want him to hurt?”

“Yes. No!” Brax moaned. “No. I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“But you do. That’s why you’ve been pouting. Because he’s giving me what you want him to give you. Yet you’re still here. Shackled in my basement while that machine drills your ass. Now tell me, what would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”

“I don’t know!” Brax yelled.

“I do,” I said, making my presence known.

To my shock, Zeke didn’t move. He didn’t look over at me.

I stepped closer until I could see Brax’s face. His eyes shot to me, and I could see everything he was thinking. Anger, confusion, doubt. It was all there. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Tell me, cowboy. What will make him jealous?”

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”

“He said he knows,” Zeke stated firmly. “Now I want to hear you say it.”

“Nothing,” Brax ground out. “Nothing will make him jealous. He needs us both equally.”

“You think that’s it?” Zeke taunted.

“Yes, Zeke.”

“You think he needs me to hurt him as much as he needs the cuddling and kisses you shower him with?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

Zeke’s head turned, and those black eyes pinned me in place. Something dark lurked there, and I suddenly felt a chill in the air. I’d never seen him like that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him like that again.

His attention shifted back to Brax, and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. When Zeke’s lips brushed Brax’s, I swallowed so hard I wondered if my heart had shot up into my mouth and then back down.

That … that wasn’t part of the deal, was it? Zeke hadn’t kissed either one of us up to this point. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t thought about that before.

Zeke’s head tilted, and he deepened the kiss. I could see the way their tongues slid together. It was erotic and dangerous for my sanity. My heart lurched, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was drawn to the way their mouths moved together in such an intimate way.

“I think that worked,” Zeke said, drawing me out of my stupor. “Look at him, cowboy. He doesn’t know what to think about that. He’s the only one who’s supposed to be kissing you. Not me. Not the big, bad wolf. I’m only allowed to use your body, to fuck your ass and your throat. To shove my dick inside you. Kissing’s too intimate; it means more than anything else.”

Zeke stood tall and stared into Brax’s eyes. He was practically vibrating with barely restrained rage.

“And that’s all bullshit, cowboy!” he snapped. “Kissing means nothing. It’s merely fuel for the fire, but it does seem to get your boyfriend amped up. He doesn’t like me kissing you. Now tell me, do you want that fake dick to move faster?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

“Beg for it.”

Brax’s lips clamped shut, and I held my breath, waiting.

“If you don’t beg, I’ll stop the machine while that toy’s lodged in your ass. You want that? To be stuck there impaled on that fake dick?”

Again, Brax didn’t respond; his eyes narrowed, his anger apparent.

“Beg me, fuck toy!” Zeke commanded, his voice deeper than before. “Fucking beg.”

When the toy inched forward again, Brax moaned, the strain on his face lessening.

“Please,” he groaned.