Page 16 of Fall of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #3)

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CASH

I lean against the doorframe, taking in the sight before me.

A small part of me wants to end this right now.

Tell the guys this is not what she needs right now, that she needs time to heal, but I would be lying to myself.

Ali is a smart girl, strong and hardheaded; she wouldn’t ask for this unless she truly needed it.

My cock grows thick and hard in my pants as I cross my arms over my chest. I’m stronger than this.

Just because she needs this doesn’t mean we all do.

I clock Riot in the corner of the room, dick in hand, eyes trained on our woman’s pussy as Arsen devours hers.

It’s hot, erotic really, I won’t lie. But that’s just Ali.

Even bruised and pale looking, she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or had the pleasure of claiming.

It's been weeks and I still can’t believe we found the perfect woman for the three of us.

We had talked about how it would be, joked even that we needed a woman that suited all of us, but never thought it would happen.

But here she is. Through the trials and the rocky start of being kidnapped multiple times, she’s still here. Still fighting beside us.

I’m pulled from my wayward thoughts when Ali lets out a low, pleasure filled moan.

The sound bouncing off the walls, sending an arrow straight to my dick.

I twitch, my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans and begging to be released.

Riot has started stroking himself, eyes glued to Ali’s body as Arsen continues his assault, licking and tongue-fucking our girl.

Her body begins to arch, her toes curling as she reaches down and grips Arsen’s hair.

As if all she was waiting for was an anchor to hang on to, she cums. The sight is magnificent, almost like it actually healed a piece of her, her skin becoming flush and color returning to her cheeks.

Fuck, I’m actually a little jealous now.

My cock throbs at the sight, but I continue to ignore it.

She might have needed this, but she is not ready for all three of us again.

Arsen drinks her in before leaning up and grinning like the cat that got the cream.

Fucker. Ali’s face is serene as she stares up at him, glancing over at me and then Riot with a soft giggle.

The bastard is still slowly stroking himself, a hungry smirk on his face.

When he sends her a wink, she flushes even more.

This is the Ali we haven’t seen in days.

Her attention is pulled back to Arsen, grinning wide, she wiggles beneath him, his cock rubbing against her core and making him let out a groan.

“I need more.” Those three simple words coming from those soft, bruised lips would make any man crumble.

Arsen’s eyes snap to mine, then Riot’s, and back.

A question of concern in his eyes. I know what he is asking, but it’s not for us to decide, so I shrug.

“A, either you fuck her into oblivion like she wants or move over and I will.” Arsen’s head snaps in Riot’s direction, narrowing his eyes on the man still just content on watching and stroking himself in his corner.

“Please. I need more.” Ali’s words break whatever silly little stare-off they were having before Arsen lines himself up. He doesn’t need to be concerned about her being ready, that woman is so wet I can see her glistening under the dim lights from here.

“Same rules apply. If it hurts, I stop.” He doesn’t enter her until she nods her head in understanding.

But the moment she acknowledges him, he is slowly sliding home.

Their groans and moans of pleasure fill the room, sending a shiver down my spine before I finally give in and readjust myself.

I don’t go as far as Riot, who is now actively jacking off to the sight on the bed, but my dick is definitely weeping.

Arsen keeps a steady pace, nothing hard and rough, the way we have fucked her before.

No, this is slow and steady and intimate.

Ali’s head is thrown back against the pillow, her black and pink tangled hair spread out like a fan.

Beads of sweat dot her and Arsen’s skin as he attempts to hold back the urge to pound into her.

Not that I think she would care right now; she looks completely lost in bliss as she revels under him.

Riot lets out a series of grunts and groans before cursing softly to himself a moment before his seed covers his lower stomach, his head falling back as his chest rises and falls in rapid beats.

Ali’s sounds shift, her moans becoming longer, raspier as Arsen picks up his pace, starting to chase his own release.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she begs, making Arsen double his efforts before Ali throws her head back, releasing a guttural moan that has my cock straining to be released and sheathed inside of her.

Fuck. This is testing all of my restraints like never before.

Moments after Ali’s falls over the edge, Arsen follows, his own body tensing as he releases inside her.

Another few seconds pass before Arsen rolls, slumping to the bed beside Ali’s now content looking body.

The room is quiet, everyone lost in their post-lust daze before I decide to take charge again. Reaching down, I readjust my dick once more before stepping forward and scooping up Ali into my arms. She lets out a squeak of surprise followed by a giggle.

“Cash, what are you doing?” she asks as she eyes the bathroom we just stepped into.

I kick the door shut behind us, giving us some privacy as I set her down on the counter, turning to start the bath.

I was surprised by the cabin having an actual tub, but Riot said it was probably used to help keep the house clean if they ever needed to skin an animal inside.

It made sense; Riot would know. He had a room made at one of the warehouses just for easy cleanup when things got bloody.

Ali watches me from her seat as I go about checking the temperature and adding some bubbles and Epsom salt for her sore body.

“Cash?” She calls again, and I finally turn to her.

She can no doubt see my raging hard-on as I strip out of my clothes.

Her eyes snap down at the movement and my dick takes notice of her sudden attention.

“Oh. Round two.” I shake my head with a smirk as she makes grabby hands at me.

Gently I grab her wrists, placing them beside her as I step between her thighs.

Her carved thigh, still wrapped, bled some more but not nearly as bad as the first two nights.

I debate for a long second on whether it’s time to show her.

The guys and I have talked about waiting, but the longer we wait, the more possible it is that she reacts worse.

We want her to heal, but she has more than just skin-deep wounds that need healing.

“This isn’t about sex. Just let me take care of you, bunny.

” A scoff escapes her lips as she simply nods.

“I know why we needed this, but I think you need this more.” I nod to the bath.

Another nod. “Ali, I know we haven’t known each other for long, weeks really.

And I know we didn’t meet on the best of conditions, but we are here.

We want you for the long haul. Shit, Ri already tied you down with marriage.

” I wanted to add that all that was next was knocking her up, but I didn’t think that would go over well right now.

“Whatever you need, whenever you need it, we will make sure you have it. No matter what it is. Need someone to take your rage out on? Ri has a list of men waiting. Need frosted animal cookies and fuzzy socks? Already in the kitchen waiting for you.” She jerks her head down as a tear slips free.

Can’t have that. Placing my hands on her cheeks, bringing her face up to meet mine.

I hate seeing her like this. “Don’t hide from us.

Never hide from us.” Leaning forward, I place a gentle, chaste kiss on her lips.

I stare into her bright green eyes, the life and color slowly coming back to them as I wait for her agreement.

A tiny, barely there tilt of her head is all I get, but I’ll take it.

I give her a second to gather herself as I turn off the water.

“I want to see it.” I know what she wants, and though we decided to wait until it was healed fully, it’s her body.

She can’t heal her inner wound until she sees what she lived through.

Letting out a deep sigh, I nod, not saying anything else as I take my spot between her legs and slowly peel away the tape holding the end.

Out of all the wounds and cuts on her body, this one is by far the worst.

When I get to the last wrap-around I pause.

Ali’s eyes are already zoned in to her thigh; tears threaten to cascade at any second.

I wonder for half a second if I should call the others in but decide against it.

She is going to need a minute. We’re both naked in the small space, the once charged sexual energy gone.

Of course, my dick didn’t get the memo; our woman is hot no matter what, and if she is ever naked, he is going to be ready.

I try to think about anything else—old gym socks, sports, upcoming meetings, Ri in his workshop, but nothing deflates me.

Hopefully she can ignore it for now. Catching her eye, I ask, “Are you ready?” She gives me a shaky nod right as the first tear falls, the sight sending a pang of guilt to my heart.

Slowly, I pull away the last of the gauze before quickly grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping away some of the dried blood smears.

She flinches at the sight before her, her eyes widening in horror as the waterfall of tears begins.

Deep, heart-wrenching sobs escape her throat as she reaches for the letter now forever carved into her flesh.

“No. no. no. no. no. no,” she repeats, her voice hoarse as her fingertips run across the raised, damaged skin.

I can’t watch this. Watch her fall apart like she is reliving this moment over and over again.

Reaching up, I grip her hands, stopping her from exploring the damage any further.

She flinches, her eyes snapping to mine with so much pain in them it’s like watching a lone ship on a sea of sorrows.

Searching and hoping a lighthouse will guide them to safety.

I will be that lighthouse right now. “Hey. Focus on me. The piece of shit might have marked your skin, but you are not his. You are a fighter, strong and unyielding in life when all it wants to do is break you down. So, I’m giving you tonight to throw yourself a pity party.

Cry, scream, or hell, beat the shit out of me if you want, but tomorrow morning when you wake up, it’s done.

He took something from you, so tomorrow we plan to take back what he took tenfold.

” Her eyes are unfocused as she looks back down at her thigh; tears still fall, staining her cheeks with salt.

When she doesn’t say anything I’m worried I might have pushed her too far.

“Okay.” It’s quiet. Almost too quiet that I think I might have imagined I heard it, but she looks up at me, and there is a flash of acceptance.

“That’s my girl. Now what do you need from me?

” Turning, she eyes the bath and then her flesh, a concern tilting her lips down in a frown.

“It will sting at first, but it will help.” She nods.

Without further words, I scoop her off the counter and climb into the tub with her.

Ali lets out a hiss of pain as I settle her between my legs.

It’s a tight fit, but with my knees bent and dick plastered to her back, we make it work.

I get to work, using a cup and washing her hair as she lays against me silently.

We sit there lost in our own thoughts as I go about washing her.

“Bunny baby. Let it out. I’ll catch you as you fall.

” As if my words broke the lock she had holding it all back, she crumbles.

Her cries have Riot and Arsen slamming through the door in worry, but when they take in the scene, the wrap on the counter, and now Ali curled in my lap crying her heart out, they understand.

Arsen mumbles something about getting food started as Riot just looks like his own heart is being ripped out before rage replaces it.

He stomps out, no doubt planning the death of multiple men in his head.

I let Ali fall apart in my arms in the tub until the water runs cold and her body begins to shiver.

Then I move her to the bed where she continues to cling to me with her body trembling.

She falls asleep like that. Broken, sad, and lost, but I know the moment she wakes up, she will start rebuilding her armor, and the sons of the Hellfire Society will make sure she claims her revenge.