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Icome to some time later lying in the dirt covered in dried blood and cum with K’s hard cock still buried deep inside my arse as he lazily thrusts into me but judging by the steady rise and fall of his chest he’s still asleep. Every muscle in me aches as I try to brush my hair off my face and shuffle into a slightly more comfortable position but the arm across my chest tightens, refusing to let me. Always so possessive, a small smile curves my lips. I remember waking up in his arms over the summer, and it feels like I’m living in a memory. His tight hold settles some of the nervous energy inside me but I still need to understand what he meant about making Neil suffer like he did.

“Don’t leave me.” The barely audible whimper makes my skin prickle and my chest ache. I reach behind me, my hand landing on his hip as I try to soothe his worries away.

“I’m here, angel. Always.” The feel of the coarse hair of his thigh under my palm tickles as I continue to run my hand up and down his cool skin. A shudder works its way through me that has nothing to do with the feel of his cock buried deep inside me but the cold air that’s blowing over my skin.

I slowly take in the inside of K’s safe place, the old concrete walls are damp and stained from seeping water, with lichen clinging to the rough surface. Old battery powered lanterns hang randomly off rusted nails embedded in the walls, they’re dimmer now then when we first came. I wonder how long we’ve been here, it’s almost pitch black with the only door shut and heavily bolted the light from the outside world is non-existent. Judging by the way my stomach is tightening and rumbling I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the early hours of the morning or even later in the day.

“You’re thinking awfully loud over there,” K’s sleep-laden voice is sex personified, it’s rough and gravelly as it crawls over my skin. He rolls his hips languidly thrusting in and out of me. The gentle drag over my prostate has a needy sound catching in my throat.

“There’s a lot to unpack from the last few dayssss,” I hiss, as he shortens his thrusts, rolling his crown over and over that magic place lighting me up inside.

“That’s true.” His lips find my ear and tease it between his teeth. “I could stay like this forever.” His words dissolve into a moan as he nuzzles my neck taking long inhales of my skin.

“Naked in the dirt?” Letting loose a derisive snort, teeth skim along my neck before sinking into my skin. Kayden sucks hard, making me groan and angle my head to give him better access.

“No,” he breaths against the tender skin. “Buried inside you. I’d chase you to the ends of the earth then fuck you until you remember who owns you.” A dark coil of desire unravels inside me, heating the blood in my veins as images of me running through the woods with Kayden hot on my heels flitter through my mind like fireworks.

Cool fingers trail over my hip teasing the sensitive skin with feather light touches as they work along the top of my taint and toy with the short hairs at the root of my now straining dick. “Looks like someone wants some attention,” he muses his breath ghosting over my ear eliciting a shiver of desire.

“Mmmm.” My head rolls back as he wraps his hand around my aching length, working it from root to tip with tight twisting strokes that soon has precum beading from my slit. “Yes, baby.” My hips thrust forward chasing his touch as his thumb rolls over my tip, collecting the precum and working it down my length.

“I can feel your walls rippling around me, baby. Your tight cunt is squeezing the life out of my dick. You’re close already aren’t you, you dirty cum slut.”

“Oh god, oh god.’’ His filthy words stoke the fire inside me and I feel my balls draw up hugging the root of my dick. Electricity zaps along my skin, every nerve is a light inside me. The sensation of his thick length swelling deep inside me has me on the precipice of coming in an alarmingly quick time.

“Such a good boy, little devil. I want you to fill my hand the same time I fill your ass.” Kayden grazes his teeth along my neck making my stomach swoop as I feel my orgasm build and build at the base of my spine. His grip tightens on my length as a steady stream of precum is building on my tip. Just as his palm circles my crown, his thumb toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves just below my glans and waves of pleasure start to surge through me, superheating my insides as ecstasy pulses through me.

“I need… I’m…” An unintelligible sound passes my lips as they part in a silent scream as my orgasm is on the edge of detonating, stealing the air from my lungs.

K’s cock swells, stretching my walls to breaking point, his thrusts erratic and wild. A growl reverberates through my back and tears out of his mouth. “Come, little devil. Paint my hand with your cum.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan. My body locks up tight every muscle incinerated as one of the most intense orgasms washes over me, taking out my brain cells as my vision whites out. I can just hear Kayden’s thunderous growl like a distant echo as his cock pulses deep inside me.

The feeling of warm liquid being rubbed into my abs and chest slowly pulls me back from the ecstatic bliss I’m floating in. Soft kisses pepper my neck as he whispers against my skin. “Come back to me, baby. Come back to me.”

“Angel,” I groan, my throat sore and dry. “T-that was…” I sigh, unable to get my mouth to cooperate with my thoughts. I sink back into his embrace.

“It was, wasn’t it.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he slowly pulls out of me. I wince as it pinches, dreading the feeling of his cum pouring out of me like a cream pie but as soon as his soft length slips out his fingers slide in plugging me. Moving me with his body in little nudges and soft laughs when I grumble Kayden slowly settles in front of me. His eyes are light and less haunted than usual and pride swells in my chest knowing I was the one to make him feel that.

“Morning.” With a chuckle, he leans in and brushes a chaste kiss over my lips, warmth spreads through me at the sweet gesture. “We need to talk.” I wet my suddenly dry lips with my tongue, feeling rather than hearing him sigh.

“We do, I thought you’d have questions.” The lightness fades from his eyes and my heart squeezes but we have to do this. I need to know if what he said was serious. I’m not sure how I feel about it to be honest.

On the one hand, he deserves his pound of flesh, his retribution. The logical side of my brain says this is something for the authorities to deal with, because that’s what they do right? Punish the bad guys, the criminals or in this case the paedophile who groomed, molested, abused and raped his step son.

But then the part of me that knows my father—fuck, I can’t even think that without bile burning a path up my throat—with the amount of power, influence and money he has he can make anything disappear. Even murder. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has killed off his rivals by proxy, obviously because he’d never want to get his hands dirty. Unless its when he was raping your brother.

“I do and I’m not… not sure what to think. I don’t even know if what I think I heard was true or just something I imagined.” I shrug taking in the strain on his face. I think I have my answer. What surprises me is that I don’t cringe at the thought of what he suggested. What the hell does that make me?

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll tell you everything.”

“Where have I heard that before, angel?” I give him a stern look but he fucking laughs in my face, smacks a kiss to my lips and withdraws his fingers from me, making me groan.

“Rude.” He sticks his tongue out at me and steps over to the plastic crate in the back corner tiptoeing around his journals on the floor.

“Here.” A soft square of fabric lands on my face. “There’s no running water so you’ll just have to make do. I know it’s not the five star you’re used to.”

I roll my eyes and reach between my legs to wipe away the cum oozing out of my arse and throw it back at him. “Oh, you fucker,” he growls. It doesn’t take long for us to get cleaned up, brush the dirt off our skin and get dressed. But just as I’m pulling my jeans up pain lances through me at the base of my spine.

“What the fuck?” Kayden snickers behind me, adjusting his hoodie so it sits right before plopping down to pull his boots on. “What? What is it?” I spin around in a circle trying to see what it is but obviously can’t because one I’m not that flexible and two it’s at the base of my spine.

A flush works its way up my neck burning my cheeks to the tips of my ears. I pin Kayden with a glare and grit my teeth in indignation. “What the fuck have you done this time?” He just sits there with a shit eating grin on his face and shakes his head as he pulls a fag out of the crumpled packet he found on the floor.

“Just marked my property,” he mumbles around the filter held between his lips as he sparks up. “I like it. It looks good on you.”

“I fucking bet you do,” I grumble and gingerly do my jeans up before before sinking to the floor in front of him. “I’m going to find out what it is one way or another.”

Smoke pours from his lips giving form to his words. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Then he has the gall to wink at me as he starts to fiddle with the piece of shit Nokia in his hands. “Are you sure you wanna do this here? Would you prefer to have a shower and a cup of tea before we get into it?”

“I know what you’re doing, you little shit.” That smirk grows across his face again and even if it is at my expense it’s the fucking best thing in the world to see. Even if it’s just for a fleeting moment, happiness looks good on him. I run my hand through my hair trying to work out if it’s best to rip the plaster off right now or wait until I’m feeling human again.

“I’m good either way.” He shrugs, trying to appear natural but I can feel the tension rising in him with every second that passes.

“Alright, how about we pack up here. You grab anything you want to bring with you—” He jumps up quick as a flash, stuffing his journals in his bag then squirrels away the tin of weed into his hoodie before flicking his wide eyed gaze to me.

“Done!”

“Sure you are,” I mutter and roll up the sleeping bag and pop it in the crate at the back. “You won’t be coming back here, angel. No matter what happens…” I shake my head as words fail me. I wrap my arms around him as he works with nimble fingers undoing all the bolts on the door and I feel him melt into my embrace. A memory pricks at my brain, an echo of the sight before me. A million bolts on the inside of another door to keep the bad guys out.

“You good?” Kayden looks at me over his shoulder, furrowing his brows as I shake myself out of the memory.

“I’m good. How long till I get signal on my phone?”

He licks his lips, clearly not buying what I said but ignores it anyway—apparently we’re good at that. “Once we’re out of here you should be good.”

* * *

I walkinto the kitchen just as the clock over the oven ticks over to seven o’clock drying my hair with a towel while Kadyen has a shower. I pulled on an old pair of joggers and haven’t been brave enough to put another top on ‘cause my back is stinging like a bitch after the hot water from my shower aggravated whatever he did to me.

“Want a tea?” I raise my eyes to see Gale pouring himself a cup and grunt in response going to get the milk out of the fridge. “I was expecting you back last night, where the hell were you?”

“Kayden took me to his safe place.” Gale’s eyebrows shoot up to his hair line a million questions flickering over his face as I shove the milk at him and head to the table.

“Oh my fucking god” you’ve got a tramp stamp,” Gale screeches, his cold fingers ghost over the skin at the base of my spine. “You are some kinky fuckers… h-how did he…?”

“He used a butterfly knife.” I rub the heel of my hand into my eyes trying to wipe away the exhaustion gripping me. “I didn’t even know he’d done it till I got dressed this morning.”

“There are so many questions there.” I slump in a chair as he passes over my tea and takes the one opposite me. “I take it, it hurts now.” He blushes gesturing to my lack of top with his hand.

“Yeah, shower fucking stung.”

Gale snickers, his hazel eyes bright for this time in the morning even if the circles under them are darker but nothing I can say will get him to open up about what’s eating away at him. “It could have been worse,” he mumbles into his steaming cup of tea.

“What do you mean by that?” I enquire, wrapping my hands around my own steaming mug.

“What’s on your back?” His voice raises like it’s a question. I don’t have the energy today so I just stare at him blankly. “You do know what it says right?” I remain silent, embarrassment heating my cheeks. “Oh my god,” he snickers. “You don’t, do you?!”

“Will you tell me? Kayden wouldn’t tell me either.” I clear my throat. “He just said he marked his property,” I grumble, taking a swig of boiling tea. The liquid scolds my throat as I swallow it down but I welcome the distraction.

“Owned.”

“You own what?”

“No. That’s what your back says. Owned. I guess it’s kinda poetic really.” I raise my brow at him. “Well didn’t he do mine on your chest?”

I scoff, that fucking shithead, but I can’t help but smirk. Maybe I should get them tattooed. “I guess you’re right. Do we have any savlon?”

“Mmm.” Gale gets up and disappears through the door just as Kayden walks in, smirk firmly in place.

“Guess he told you what it said then?” I stare dumbly at him, hypnotised by the water droplet sliding down his temple. I want to lick it off. “Rhys?” He looks at me with confusion and before I know what I’m doing I’ve got his head between my hands and my tongue is trailing up the side of his face. “Fuck,” he grunts a shudder rolling through him, making me snicker as I step away and plonk myself back in my chair.

Kayden slips into the one next to me, the brick of a phone twirling in his fingers as he absentmindedly chews on his lip. “Let me get you a drink.” I squeeze his shoulder before grabbing the kettle. “Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee is needed for this.”

“Sure,” I work in silence, busying myself because I’m not ready to face what he has to tell me. I never am when it comes to my broken angel but I promised to love him no matter what and to do that I need to be by his side and support him through everything. I owe it to him, to us and our future to give it everything. “Here.” I place the cup down in front of him and I’m just about to sit down when there’s a knock at the door.

Kayden’s wide eyes dart to mine in alarm. “H-he… he’s…”

I shake my head. “No, he’s not here, he’s still in London. I’ll just get umm...” I roll my lips between my teeth. “Just stay here and keep quiet.” He nods but doesn’t look at me, his shoulders are hunched up by his ears as he gazes resolutely at the table tracing the grain in the wood with his finger tip. “I’ll be right back.” I press a kiss to his still damp hair and slip out the kitchen to the door.

I steel myself as I pull the door open to find Sarah standing there with a sheepish smile on her face. Anger rolls through me when I think of our last conversation as if she can see my mood souring she shoves a box at me. “This came today, for Maxie. But I thought it was Gale with you, not max?” She talks a mile a minute wringing her hands as she goes. “Oh and Mr Dixon asked me to remind you about the New Years Eve Masquerade ball he’s hosting this year and to tell you to bring your guest with and a plus one if there’s a lucky lady in your life.” She sucks in a gasping breath. “His words, not mine by the way.”

“Is that it?”

“Yeah? Umm… yeah, yeah that’s all.”

I go to shut the door but something itches in my brain making me ask, “Has he given everyone New Years day off this year?”

She releases a sigh, shoulders dropping as she relaxes infinitesimally. “Yes, he has. Once all the guests leave at one am other than the two staying in the cottage across from you the staff have been given two days off,” she squeals. “Two days. He never gives us that long off, normally it’s only a day… if we’re lucky.” I nod in agreement, Neil is an arsehole and treats his employees like shit.

“Alright, good. Make sure everyone is off the grounds before two am at the latest. You all deserve some time away from here with your friends and family so take advantage. I’ll make sure the clean up is do?—”

“Oh, Master Rhys, no, we couldn’t. I mean it’s our job… it’s in our contract.”

I raise my hand to silence her, “It’s alright, I’ve got it. I want you to make sure everyone gets the time off they deserve.”

She smiles weakly at me, tears glistening in her eyes as she takes a shuddering breath, “T-thank you.” I give her a curt nod and shut the door trying not to drop the box she handed me.

That’s my good deed done for the day and if I’m honest it makes me feel a bit lighter like I can actually face K and find out once and for all what he was going on about as he fucked me into oblivion last night or this morning. The whole concept of time over the last twenty four hours is a bit fractured after the emotional roller coaster we’ve both been through. What I wouldn’t give to be on a beach in the Maldives or maybe the Seychelles. I’m really not fussed but we both need a break from here and the chance to rest and heal properly.

“Delivery for Maxie.” I drop the box on the table and flick the kettle on desperately in need of more caffeine.I turn around leaning against the worktop, curious at the look of surprise on Kayden’s face as he runs his hands over the box then grabs his phone and starts scrolling through the messages. “Something you want to share, angel?”

“Uh, yeah.” He rolls his shoulders and licks his lips nervously. “It’s umm.. For me.”

“Maxie?” I snort just as the kettle boils and quickly make myself a fresh cup.

“Yeah, umm. Michelle kept trying to work out what my name was and Maxie seemed to be her favourite.”

“What’s that got to do with your phone anyway?” He eyes me suspiciously but just shakes his head and focuses on peeling the tape off the box. A thought pops into my mind, “But she called you Kayden when you introduced us officially?”

He looks up in shock, “Yeah, I told them everything just before Thom turned up at Horizon House.” he shrugs like its no big deal, when in actual fact its fucking massive. He doesn’t talk about shit to anyone, let alone that. Releasing a weighted sigh he drops his hands to his lap, tips his head back and closes his eyes. “Might wanna take a seat.” He finishes in a small voice.

I grab my tea and a packet of Hobnobs out of the cupboard and place them on the table, pushing a couple his way as I haven’t seen him eat anything in forever and it’s concerning to say the least. I shift my chair around so it’s facing him and lean back trying to make my posture appear as relaxed as possible. “Talk.” It’s not a request, but an order I’m done with this shit and him evading giving me the truth at every turn. I take his hand, entwining our fingers and bring them to my mouth and brush a kiss over his fingertips. “I’m not mad, angel,” I say softly. “I’m worried, concerned about you. I want to help.” I look up at him with puppy dog eyes, he manages to keep a straight face for all of two seconds before cracking a smile.

“Just listen first, okay?” He takes a fortifying breath and empties the contents of the box on the table. There are a couple of USB’s. Some sick looking black rope I can’t help but run through my hands. It’s lightweight and flexible but seems really strong as I fiddle with it. K continues to put things on the table. Some kind of black tactical mask that looks like it should be used in a war zone or a gas attack, gloves, a knuckle duster, a very large blade and a few other items. With every item that lands on the table my heart rate picks up, fear creeps over my skin, chilling me to my core.

“What the fuck have you got yourself into,” I growl.

Kayden goes rigid and narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll fucking tell you if you just give me a fucking chance.”