Page 58 of Desired for Her Blood

“Stop hurting yourself!” I cry out. “Please. Zuben. You didn’t hurt me. Honest. It felt good.”

Axe takes me into his arms. “You two work this out,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Whatever the outcome, she doesn’t need to see it.”

Axe tucks me under one of his huge arms, and we dive into the water, not surfacing until we’re on the other side of the waterfall.

Chapter Fifteen

Ryker

I slammy fist into Zuben’s lower abdomen. I should have gone for his balls, but they, along with his cock, are still rigid, swollen and dark with blood, and so some misguided pity pulled my punch, sending the blow higher.

I punch him again. “Fight back you asshole!” I’ve never really liked the robot, but he was starting to grow on me. But after seeing what he did to Ember… No mount of pain is too much. Simple suffering is too good for him.

I dash back to the fire and pull out a half-burned log, one I can fashion into a stake.

Zuben is as good as dead.

I race back to find him smashing his forehead against the stone.

“Not so fast.” I place the burned end of the log against the wall, where he’ll see it between banging his head. Sparks and smoke rise as I rub the log’s tip, scraping it across the stone and filing it into a sharp point.

“Yes.” He turns, widening his chest before me, and then he grabs his stiff cock. “Burn me. Punish me.” Blood is dripping down his face, even as his wounds start to heal.

He points his grossly engorged cock toward me. “Burn the weapon I used to hurt her.”

I take a few steps back. “What the fuck iswrongwith you?”

His face crumples, showing more emotion than I ever imagined existed inside the stiff dude.

He grabs the still red-hot log I’m wielding, his hand sizzling over its point. I yank it away from his burning palm, and toss it toward the pool. It clatters against the stone.

“Hey.” I take deep breaths to calm my anger. There is something truly wrong with this guy. No joke. He is seriously fucked up. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

His legs crumple beneath him and he drops to the ground, head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Fucking her ass that hard? Damn straight you shouldn’t have.” I sit cross-legged in front of him.

“I never should have touched her at all.”

“I don’t understand.” And can’t believe that I want to.

“Until I caved and…”

“Hey, no one put a stake to your chest. I only asked if she wanted to try butt stuff.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t mean today. I’m talking about the day she and I were first trapped down here.” He bangs the back of his head against the stone.

“Until that day, until the moment I put my cock inside her warm cunt…” He looks away. “I shouldn’t have done it, but she was so desperate and I find it hard to deny her wishes.”

“So you helped her out when she needed it.” I frown. “Does that give you the right to curl her up like a ball and use her ass like a fuck toy?”

He drops his head. “Being inside her… being around her… it has unleashed…”

“Unleashed what? Tell me or I’m using that stake.”

He turns to the side. “Until that day, it had been two hundred and twenty two years since I had fucked someone. Or even offered myself personal gratification.”

“No fucking way!” I can’t hide my shock. I’ve never gone that many hours, never mind years.