Page 11 of Grave Kisses (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #1)

“Yeah,” I say. Bellamy sets a laptop down and pulls the flash drive of the rape and the spreadsheet out for Collier.

I sit in silence and watch as he gets it pulled up.

The sound of my bloodcurdling screams as he raped me suddenly coming through the speakers makes me jump up from my chair.

You can hear the noises of the rape, him violently entering my body, and his skin slapping against my bare body.

It’s so loud that I can’t think of anything else.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Marcus covers my ears with his hands before bringing me to his chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around him, and he kisses the top of my head. After a few minutes, he moves his hands and holds my face between his hands.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“You’re welcome,” he says. His eyes drop to my lips, and I nearly lean in to kiss him but stop myself.

“Okay, so… He’s definitely going to jail for that,” Collier says.

“I recognize several of these names, so I will have to pull the files. I think what I’ll do is have a team search the house and get someone out here to scan the ground to see if we can spot anything buried.

We will do that down in the basement, too. ”

“Can you prove he tried to kill me?” I ask. “I know it was him. It has to be.”

“We are working on that. Hopefully, I can give you something definitive soon,” he says. “You said you were a foster kid. Do you know who your birth parents are?”

“No. I’ve never been able to find out who they are.”

“Well, I’ll have your records pulled. I’d like to see if there is any connection there,” he tells me. “In the meantime, just keep your eyes peeled. You are already all over the news, so maybe being in the public eye will be good.”

“How is that good?” I ask.

“If the media is watching you, he will be less likely to come after you,” Julie says, and Collier nods.

“Ah. Okay,” I say. “Can I leave?”

“Yes. I will need to know where you're staying, though,” he asks me.

“54 Meadow Park Trail,” Marcus says.

“Got it,” he says, scribbling the address down on the small notepad in his hand. “You are free to go. We will seal this area off so you won’t be able to come back until we are done, just so we don’t throw anything off.”

“Okay,” I sigh.

I park behind Marcus and lay my head back.

I am trying to think of how I got here. I feel like a bum, and I am dreading walking into his home.

Not because I don’t trust him, but because I do.

I trust him even though he was just helping Archer.

I want to believe this isn’t a setup, but I’ve gotten used to the worst-case scenario.

The door comes open, and I look over to see Bellamy. “Come on,” he says, leaning down to unhook my seatbelt. I groan, and he pulls me out.

“I can get a hotel room,” I say. “I can…”

“No,” Bellamy and Marcus say simultaneously.

“This is weird,” I mutter as Bellamy pulls me onto the porch as Marcus unlocks the front door.

“Come on,” Bellamy laughs, dragging me into the house.

“What can we do to help?” Marcus asks.

“I just need to relax,” I say with a sigh. “I haven’t just… chilled out… in a while.”

“How about this?” Bellamy says. “You go take a shower. I will make us some dinner, and Marcus will bring you something to wear. We can eat and watch a movie. Does that work?”

“Yeah,” I say with a heavy sigh. “I hate this. I hate feeling dependent on people. I don’t have anything and—”

“Kendra,” Bellamy says, interrupting me. “Baby steps, darling. First, go take a shower. Upstairs and the second door on the right is the master bedroom. Use whatever is in there, and relax. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say.

They both smile sweetly at me, and I follow the directions up to the master bedroom.

I am struggling to remember, but I don’t want to ask again.

There is a giant king-sized bed that instantly grabs my attention.

It is a four-poster bed, and the footboard looks like it is a stockade.

There are various restraints and hooks on the headboard and on the posts.

At the top of the posts are more hooks. It looks almost like if someone were standing at the end of the bed, they would be restrained that way.

“Holy fuck…” I say to myself as I scan the room. I am stunned by all of this, but I think I might have gone into the wrong room. I turn to leave, and Marcus is standing in the doorway, making me yip like a fucking dog as I jump back.

“This isn’t the second door on the right, Kendra,” he says with a devious smirk.

“It’s… not,” I say, my face heating with an intense blush. “I… forgot which door. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh. It’s fine,” he says as he walks closer. “I must say, Kendra. Seeing you in this room, blushing and unable to make eye contact with me, is doing something for me.”

“I… what the fuck is all of this?” I ask. “Don’t answer that. I’m just going to find the right room.”

“Stop,” Marcus says, looping his arm around my waist and pulling me back in front of him when I go to walk away. He grabs my hands, and I realize I am shaking. “Are you scared, Kendra?”

“No,” I say.

“Are you nervous?”

“More like anxious,” I explain. “I… don’t have a good relationship with myself on these topics. It makes me feel dumb.”

“Have you had consensual sex, Kendra?” he says, tipping my face up to meet him.

“Yes,” I reply softly.

“But not enough to be confident with things?”

“No. It’s always been… subpar. It felt like a chore anytime I was in a relationship. Just felt like something I had to do, unless I wanted to be alone,” I explain.

Marcus leans in and whispers, “I’m going to have so much fun teaching you, Little Brat.” I swallow hard at his words but gasp softly when he gently brushes his lips across mine. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to have you in that stockade at my mercy.”

“I… You… I don’t know what to say to that,” I squeak out.

“You don’t have to say anything, Kendra. Just picture it. Give it some thought. Until then… Go shower.”

“In here or…”

“If you want,” he says with a smirk. “I’d suggest going across the hall, though.”

“I’m curious now,” I admit.

“The bathroom is a bathroom, but it’s also another playroom. There is a small room where the toilet and sink are, but the rest is where things require a bit more cleanup.”

“Like…”

“Like restraining you to a fucking machine where it will fuck both of your holes until you either squirt or come so many times you can’t speak,” he says bluntly.

“There is a table where we can essentially simulate drowning as we fuck you thoughtless. We could bend you over the tub and take you from behind as we hold your head under water. And the shower… That’s where I’d put you on your knees and fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you throw up, but I won’t stop.

I’ll keep going. And going. And going. And when I finally come down your throat, I’ll flip you around and fuck your ass. ”

I am staring at Marcus, and I am speechless. My pussy is fucking begging for everything he just said. The only thing I can manage to say is, “Oh…”

“So… Go across the hall and take a shower, hmm?”

“Yeah,” I choke out. “I’ll… Okay, bye.”

I slip past Marcus and rush across the hallway and into the bathroom.

I get the shower on before I'm nearly hyperventilating.

I then focus on getting my clothes off and stepping into the scalding hot water.

Steam has filled the room, and I sigh as I relax.

The shower rains down on me, and I can find peace like this.

Marcus and Bellamy are so fucking sexy that it should be illegal.

Marcus is stern, almost brooding, with a short, trimmed beard and perfectly styled hair.

He is tall and intimidating, while Bellamy is a little under six feet, with brown hair long enough to run your fingers through and clean-shaven.

He is quiet and gentle-natured, which is a perfect contrast to Marcus.

I am almost desperate to be fucked by one or both of them.

When the door comes open, it startles me, and the slick residue that the conditioner left behind has turned the shower floor into a slip and slide. My feet come out from under me, and I shriek as I freefall to the shower floor.

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at this point, so I cover my face with my hands and do a little of both. The shower door opens, and the water is shut off before my hands are pulled away from my face.

“Are you okay?” Marcus asks with a smirk.

“You scared me,” I say.

“I see that. Are you okay?” he asks, trying not to laugh at me.

“My pride is bruised. Maybe my ass too,” I remark.

“Come on, clumsy. Let me help you up,” he chuckles.

“Ow!” I wince. When he pulls me up to stand, I nearly fall again when I put weight on my left foot.

“Ankle?” he asks, wrapping me in a towel.

“Yeah.”

“Probably sprained,” he says. He grabs my waist and lifts me out of the shower to sit me on the bath mat.

“I feel like an idiot now,” I laugh. “Thank you.”

“You’re not an idiot. I have nearly busted my ass in there a few times also,” he says as he dries me off as I keep weight off my ankle. When he is done, he pulls a shirt over my head. Next, he helps me step into boxers.

“Thank you,” I say quietly.

“You’re welcome, Kendra,” he says sweetly.

“Come sit down. I’ll have Bellamy just come up here so you don’t fall down the stairs next,” Marcus teases.

“Ha ha. Funny,” I deadpan. He chuckles and holds my waist as I hobble into the room to sit on the bed. I lie back and rub my hands down my face. I am so fucking overwhelmed right now.

“Hmm,” Marcus says as he steps back.

“What?” I say with an exasperated sigh.

“Just admiring you lying in my bed is all,” he says. “Relax, and I’ll be back.”

“Mhmm,” I say.