Page 14 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)

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ARSEN

F uck, the guys are going to kill me for this.

I knew telling her about what I had found out wasn't a great idea, but she had a right to know.

Then it was like she knew I was leaving something out, but every time I thought about what the girls told me, how he called them Ali and made them dress like her while he fucked them, I felt disgusted.

Anger was a constant simmer just at the back of my mind, but disgust was first. He was her brother, for crying out loud.

The moment the words leave my lips, I watch Ali go from pale to sickly pale.

Like the blood had drained from her entire body.

She sits there for a long second, frozen, staring off into space, like she's here but not before she is suddenly jumping up and rushing to the bedroom.

I quickly follow behind, worried as she bumps her thigh into the door.

I know it must've hurt, but she doesn't make a sound before I catch her throwing herself into the bathroom, falling to the floor, and expelling the contents of her stomach.

Carefully I approach her, reaching for her hair that's fallen into her face.

She flinches, hurling more watery soup into the toilet bowl as sobs wrack her body. Fuck, what did I do?

"Ali," I call softly, realizing that her eyes are unfocused, as if her mind is somewhere else.

Damn it, I didn't think about her having flashbacks.

"Ali, sweetheart." Nothing. No response.

"Little flame, I need you to look at me.

Really look at me. You are safe. I promise.

" She shakes her head in answer but turns to stare up at me.

If my heart wasn't already breaking for this woman, it shatters as she stares up at me now.

Ali's normal bright green eyes were bloodshot, red rimmed, and completely lost. This fucker took an already cracked but strong woman and broke her.

"Oh, little flame." A heart-shattering sob escapes her before she throws herself at me.

I catch her in my arms as she all but burrows her entire being into my lap.

She grips my shirt in a vise grip as she sobs into my chest, and I let her.

I let her soak my shirt with all her tears as she clings to me like I'm her lifeboat in a thunderstorm among a sea of dread and pain.

All the while I whisper soft encouragement, letting her know she is safe, she is strong, and that she will be okay.

It might not be today, or even tomorrow, but we will be by her side every step of the way until she is.

I t's an hour or so later when the guys return and find us.

I'm still sitting on the bathroom floor, my ass completely numb with a now sleeping Ali curled up in my lap and sleeping like a newborn baby.

She lets out a soft snore as she burrows deeper into my chest, seeking more warmth.

Both guys stare at us in concern and maybe a hint of jealousy at the sight of us.

I want to smirk, but I know the reason we got here on the floor in the first place.

They must see the expression on my face because Cash's lips tilt down in a deep frown like he is trying to figure it all out.

"I told her about what I found out at the club.

She had a physical reaction," I tell them.

"She zoned out for a minute on the couch before rushing to the bathroom.

We've been here since." Looking down at the sleepy beauty, a small smile graces my lips.

Fuck, she is so beautiful, none of us deserve this woman.

I shift my hand down her leg and hit her gauze-wrapped thigh, damn.

I totally forgot she bumped it in her rush to get to the bathroom; I need to check it.

Glancing back at the guys, I nod to the bed.

"We should move her. I need to look at her leg again, but I think she has some PTSD," I tell them, and they both nod in understanding as I shift our bodies, pulling Ali closer to my chest. Riot and Cash both reach out their hands, but I don't want to let her go yet.

It takes me a second to get to a standing position while trying not to jostle Ali too much, but I finally get to my feet and move towards the bed.

Cash is pulling back the covers as I gently set Ali down.

We all stand there staring down at this tiny little slip of a woman that has captured our attention wholly.

We have shared women in the bedroom before.

I mean, the more the merrier, but never did I think we would all be so ensnared by the same woman in this way.

We all want her as more than just a bed warmer; hell, Riot's crazy ass saw her and decided to marry her without her knowing.

I know the guys probably want to talk about what happened while they were gone, but I can't bring myself to move.

My feet have a mind of their own and cement themselves where I stand.

What if she wakes up and freaks out when she doesn't see me?

What if she gets sick again? Plus, I should probably take another look at her thigh.

It's looking much better with each day, but the guys and I agreed Ali shouldn't see it yet.

Especially after the reaction I got telling her about Ethan's sick foreplay with other women.

No, she doesn't remember what was carved into her flesh, and she shouldn’t have to relive that yet.

As if she can feel our stares on her, Ali's eyes flutter open, the vivid green flashing bright before dulling some, mixing with the current bloodshot whites.

She tilts her head to the side curiously before glancing at the other two men who have also been standing there quietly staring like the creeps we are.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, staring up at me with sad eyes. Kneeling down, I cup her face.

"No, you have nothing to be sad about, baby. None of this is your fault, I promise." I hear affirmation come from behind me.

She lets out a guttural cry of pain that I can feel in my own bones as tears fill her eyes.

"I feel him," she states, and I freeze as she lets out a full body shiver of disgust. "His hands touching me.

Grabbing at me. Telling me what he has planned for me.

" Another wrecked sob escapes her. Reaching up, I cup her face in between my hands, leaning in and allowing her time to pull away before kissing her plump lips ever so softly.

I meant for it to be a quick kiss, letting her know it was me here, not that bastard, but she deepens the kiss, chasing my lips as I try to pull back.

Now I’m no saint. I know I should stop this kiss before it goes any further, knowing she isn't ready for more.

Hell, her body is probably in so much pain, but when she grabs me by my shirt and leans into me and starts kissing me like I'm her lifeline.

.. yeah, how can I tell her no? She needs this.

Needs to feel something other than her nightmares and phantom touches of a sick man.

One of the guy’s curses behind me, but I ignore them until Ali reaches down and tries to pull up my shirt.

I shake my head, pulling back as I take in her now swollen lips and dry eyes.

She gives me a puppy dog pout, and I almost give in, but I’m stronger than that.

"Ali..." I start, ready to explain that this won't fix her nightmares, and I know that's what she is doing.

Replacing her nightmares and fears with sex and other unhealthy feelings.

"Don't. That's not what this is." She glances at the other two men, who surprisingly have stayed quiet.

"I need this. I need to feel someone else.

Every time I close my eyes, it's him I see.

I know rationally he isn't here, and I don't plan on going off and doing anything else stupid.

" Riot scoffs, making Ali send him a sharp glare before focusing back on me. "I need this to heal. Please."

I try one last tactic to be a gentleman, not that my dick cares. The moment she said she needed me, he was hard as stone. I'm twisted like that, what can I say. "But you're injured." This time it's Ali that scoffs, cocking a brow as she glances down at my stomach, right where I was shot.

"If I remember right, it was a few weeks ago the tables were turned, were they not?" Fuck. She has me there.

"A, either you fuck our girl and make her feel good, or I will," Riot bites out, already reaching for her jeans button. Ali winks in his direction before giving me a challenging look.

I'm torn staring down at Ali, but my resolve breaks in an instant when Ali leans back and strips off her oversized tee.

Her naked body on full display. She lays back against the pile of pillows, spreading her legs, trailing her finger down her body until she reaches her clit and swirls the digit around her exposed bud.

Fuckkkkk... Faster than I care to admit, I jump up, strip out of my own clothes, tossing them who knows where, and almost dive bomb onto the bed and between her legs.

I pull up short, climbing to my knees and leaning over her.

"If it hurts, you tell me. I want to make you feel good, but I don't want to make your pain worse.

" She gives me a small smile and nods. I take a second to take her in before leaning down and kissing her lips.

This time I don't let her deepen it. I move down to her neck, her collarbone, and to the center of her chest. I kiss every bruise, mark, and cut I find as I go before reaching her nipples.

I take my time, swirling my tongue around the perky rosy, pink peaks before moving on.

Ali arches into my lips, but her body begging me to give her more, but she can wait.

There is a rustling of clothes being taken off at the foot of the bed before I spot Riot buck naked, taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the room.

The placement giving him the perfect view of Ali's pretty pink pussy.

Dick in hand, he starts to stroke himself as I continue my descent to the apex of Ali's thighs.

I leave Ali's thigh untouched, knowing it's the most tender part of her body right now.

Leaning back on my heels, I stare down at Ali's core, a groan escaping me at seeing how wet our girl already is.

"Fuckkk, little flame. Look how wet you are.

You're practically dripping for me." I tell her as I swoop in, shoving my face in her core and inhaling her sweet scent.

Her thigh snaps around my head as my hot breath runs across her pussy.

"Please, Arsen," she pleads, squeezing her thighs tighter. I chuckle, the air puffing against her core and making her jump.

"As you wish." Is all I say before my tongue spears her channel.

The moment her juices rush into my mouth, I'm in a daze.

A man lost to lust as I give her what she wants.

I lick her like I'm a kid with an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, not wanting my sweet treat to melt.

I fuck her with my tongue until her juices coat my chin and run down my throat, and she's a shaking, soaked mess.

Suddenly her thighs tighten, her body arches off the bed as her shaking becomes uncontrollable, and her climax is close.

With that, I double down, eating her like a man starved, as she reaches down, tangling her hands in my red-tipped hair.

A groan comes from Riot's direction making me smirk.

The sucker is probably so jealous right now, wishing he was the one pleasuring our woman.

Her body tightens and I know she is right there, so with one last long lick, I bite down on her swollen clit.

She explodes; her cries of pain long gone, replaced by pure pleasure as she finally climaxes.

Her body twitches with the release as I continue to lick her clean, drinking in every last drop of her sweet nectar.

I wait until her body calms before pulling back, grinning down at her like a madman as I finish licking my lips. She returns my grin, now more relaxed and more her. Letting out a contented sigh, she nibbles her lip. "I need more."