Redemption: Cavalieri Della Morte

by Edwards, Anna

  I part her legs and settle my body between then.

  “We can discuss that later. Right now, I’ve got more pressing things on my mind.”

  “I want a matching spiderweb on my broken arm.” I groan and Megan laughs. I ignore the rest of her conversation and lower my head down her body toward her breasts. I take each individual nipple into my mouth in turn and lavish it with attention. “It would be a good symbolism of how I was once trapped, but now, I am free. Oh god.”

  She finally falls silent as one of my hands continues to play with her nipples. My mouth attaches itself to her pussy. She’s drenched with her need for me even if she’s battling her nerves at what she’s doing.

  Before long, she’s coming on my tongue, and I’m lapping up all her essence and savoring my new favorite meal. She’s sweet and spicy all in one—a hedonistic flavor I’d happily dine on until I die. Withdrawing my finger, I place it at her mouth.

  “Taste,” I tell her, and her eyes go wide. “Don’t be afraid. This is desire. It’s all you, and it’s the reason I know you want this. You’re soaked for me, baby. That’s your body’s way of consenting and reclaiming its power.” Her little pink tongue darts out and tastes herself on my finger.

  “It’s different. The male taste is saltier.”

  “Probably because we sweat a lot more.”

  Her eyes flick to my dick, so I move up the bed until my head is next to hers.

  “You can touch him.”

  Tentative fingers reach down and stroke their way from the base to the head of my cock. She flicks at the piercing, and my dick bounces.

  “It’s pretty sensitive.”

  “C-can you take it out?” she stutters.

  “Of course.”

  “I’m just a little scared. The doctor said I could have sex but to be careful. It’ll take a long time for me to fully heal.”

  I reach down to my dick and unscrew the ball and pull the ring through. Placing it down on the nightstand, I open a drawer and reach for a condom. Megan’s breath quickens.

  “Do you want to stop?” I question.

  “No, I want to feel every inch of you.”

  I tear open the packet and roll the condom on, then I settle myself over Megan as she lies flat on her back on the bed. Her legs are parted, and I can feel them shaking on either side of me.

  I bring a nipple into my mouth and suck on it until it peaks. Megan whimpers, and her legs stop quivering. Her breathing is rapid, but her chest is rising and falling now with need, not fear. I am certain of this, because when I look into her eyes, all I see are the dark hues of lust. I position myself at her entrance and wait.

  “Do I have your consent?” I ask, needing her to give me permission, so she can stay in control.

  “Yes,” she replies and pushes her hips forward, allowing my tip to dip into her.

  I slowly enter her, and she feels tight and warm as she wraps around my dick like a vice. I don't take my eyes from hers. She’s become tense again with the intrusion, but she’s not pushing me out. Her legs come up and wrap around my backside, drawing me in closer to her. When I’m buried to the hilt, I stop and allow her to get accustomed to me deep inside her.

  “Please move,” eventually falls from her lips, and I withdraw before slamming back in with a short thrust.

  “More,” she begs, and I piston my hips quicker into her. Leaning forward, I bring my lips to hers, and we kiss with feverish passion. I’ve been inside many women, but I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s not me saving Megan from her nightmares…it’s her saving me.

  “Savior,” I breathe into her mouth and reach down between us with my hand to circle her clit.

  “Hero,” she pants as her head flops backward. “I’m going to come again.”

  A second later, her body clamps down on my length, and I bury myself deep inside her as my own orgasm explodes from my balls, filling the condom within her. I see stars. I’m lightheaded. I’m fucking flying through the sky like a fucking bird. It’s that good. I’m on a different planet for a few moments, but when I land back, my instant thought is of Megan. I don't need to worry though. My girl’s with me. She’s smiling back, her eyes glittering with lust.

  “Tell me it’s always going to be like that.”

  “Baby.” I withdraw from her slowly and kiss her. “I’m like a fine wine…I get better with age.”

  Megan laughs, and the sound is so delicious, my dick decides it wants to play again. I slide from the bed, check the condom, tie it up, and throw it in the bin. Going to the bathroom, I wash up and then bring a towel for Megan, which I offer to her, but she refuses to take it.

  “Are you sure you don’t want it? Do you need some painkillers?” I ask her.

  “No,” she replies, and dropping the towel on the floor, I climb into the bed next to her. Settling her, so she’s laying with her head against my chest, I listen to her slow breathing. “I like the ache and the wetness. I want to feel it all,” she murmurs.

  My own breath settles down, and my eyelids feel heavy. It’s been a busy couple of days, and sleep was hard to come by last night until I joined Megan in her bed. A few hours rest and then I’ll prepare dinner.

  “Gawain.”

  “Yes?” I kiss the top of her head.

  “I might not always be able to do that. Certain things still scare me. Will you be patient with me if I have a bad day?”

  “Always. Always,” I reassure her.

  My eyes flutter shut, and sleep claims me until my younger brother invades my dreams. He’s holding Megan around the neck with a gun to her head. I wake up with a start when he fires the weapon.

  Megan

  My eyelids feel overly heavy as I come around from the anesthetic. I’m not in pain, which I’m glad about, but that’s probably a result of the drugs flooding into my body. I want to open my eyes, but I’m too scared to know whether the operation to improve my arm has been successful or not. When they came to wheel me down to the operating room earlier, Gawain refused to let them take me without him joining them. He vowed to stay with me for the entire time to protect me. Our relationship has changed, and he’s no longer looking after me because he’s been hired to, he’s doing it because of the pull between us, which is unending. I never thought it would be possible to fall in love after what happened to me, but I know I am.

  “Megan.” Gawain’s deep timbre invades into my consciousness, and a warmth spreads throughout my body. My eyelids open, and my handsome hero sits next to me, holding my hand.

  “Hello.” Gawain leans forward and kisses me on the top of the head.

  “Hello,” I reply groggily.

  He picks up a glass of water with a straw in it from the nightstand and offers it to me. I take a long sip. “Did it go ok?” I ask.

  “Yes.” We both look at my arm, which is in a cast and has been elevated in a sling to alleviate any pressure on it. “The doctor said it was a simple operation, in the end, and you’ll never know it’s been broken when healed.

  “Good.” My eyelids flutter shut again with the anesthetic still working its way through my body.

  “Sleep some more. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Will you read to me?”

  “Of course.”

  Not knowing how long I’d be in hospital after the operation, I packed my copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Gawain retrieves it from my bag and flicks through to where I’ve placed my bookmark. He’s about to start reading when his phone buzzes.

  He pulls it out of his pocket and checks it.

  “Shit.”

  His face fills with worry.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Kay’s in trouble.”

  He turns the phone around to me, and instead of a message asking for help, I see a pair of boobs with ‘Meet you at Arthur’s’ typed on the screen.

  “Er, please tell me they aren’t Evelyn’s, because he really will be in trouble?”

  Gawain smirks, but then the lines of concern mar his face
again. He tucks his phone back in his pocket.

  “No, he’d gouge my eyes out if I ever see Evelyn’s tits, again. It’s a signal we use when one of us needs help. I’ll message a couple of the others and get them to go help him.”

  “No.” I can see he’s torn between staying with me and helping his friend. “Go help him. I’m in a hospital. Nothing’s going to happen to me while I’m here. You need to help Kay.”

  “I can’t leave you alone.”

  “Gawain, go. Please.” I reach out to him with my good hand and squeeze his, giving him the reassurance he needs. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”

  Gawain pulls out his phone again. “I’ll get someone to come and sit with you. My friend Erec works nearby. I’ll call him.”

  “Good idea.” My eyelids are becoming too heavy to keep open, and all I can think about at the moment is sleeping.

  Gawain kisses me, and I fall back to sleep as he leaves.

  I don’t know how much later it is when I wake, but I feel more refreshed than I did the first time. It’s still hard to focus properly. I look around the room, and a man in a white coat is standing there. He’s unplugging the cables attached to me. I can’t see his face. Neither Gawain nor his friend Erec are here, so I assume I must have only been asleep for a short time.

  “May I have some water, please?” I ask the man.

  An eerie laugh comes from him. His back is still to me, but the sound is hauntingly familiar, and it freezes my blood. The last of the cables attaching me to the machines is removed, and he turns around. He may be Gawain’s brother, but they are nothing alike. Gawain’s eyes are full of emotion and love. Mordred’s are as dark as the hell he made me live through.

  “I don’t think so, slave,” Mordred taunts with menacing authority. He pulls me toward him, freeing my newly mended arm from the sling cradling it. “You’ve been a very naughty slave. I think it’s time we took you home and started your punishment because I’m not happy.”

  I want to scream, but I can’t. I’m frozen. There’s nothing I can do to save myself. The abuse this man has perpetrated on me is ingrained in my psyche.

  “Up,” he commands as he pulls me to my feet. I’m wearing only pajamas, and they make me feel vulnerable. “You’ll keep quiet. We’re going to walk out of this hospital and into a waiting car. If you make so much as one sound, I’ll make sure my brother is dead by the end of the day.”

  Mordred runs his tongue over my cheek. I feel sick.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing with him. You let him touch you in places that belong to me. I purchased you—I own you until the day you die. I’ll make sure that by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll regret ever meeting him.” He clamps his hand over my pussy. “We’ve got a plane to catch. If you’re good, I might just fuck you the entire flight!”

  Mordred holds me tight as he pulls me toward the exit of the room. But before we reach the door, it opens and I see Erec standing there.

  “What the fuck?” he exclaims, but his words are drowned out by the sound of a gun going off. Erec looks down at his stomach where blood is already starting to seep from a wound.

  “No!” I scream as I’m hauled over the body of Gawain’s friend when he collapses to the floor. I see doctors and nurses taking shelter from us as Mordred pulls me through the corridors. A security guard appears with his own weapon drawn, but Mordred is faster, and the guard goes down. I’m being taken away from safety. I try to jerk away from his grip, but I’m not strong enough.

  “Move.” Mordred pushes me forward, and I stumble and fall onto my arm in the cast. Sharp, shooting pains race through my body, and I’m screaming in agony. Mordred grabs me by the hair and drags me out and into a waiting car. I’m shoved into the back seat, and after he climbs in next to me, the car speeds away from the hospital.

  “Stupid, slave.” He takes the gun and brings it down hard on my cast. I cry out in pain. Next, he forms a fist and punches me hard in the face, twice. “Once I get you on the plane, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

  Gawain

  At the speeds I’ve been driving, it doesn’t take me long to pull up outside the front of Arthur’s mansion. I notice Kay outside, washing his red Lamborghini. He looks relaxed and is laughing with Dagger.

  “What the fuck?” I slam my truck to a halt and jump out in a rage. “You sent me a pair of tits just to get me to help you wash your fucking car!”

  I’m livid and ready to send my fists flying. Kay drops the sponge he’s holding and prepares to protect himself, but Dagger gets in between us and pushes me away.

  “What the hell are you on about?” Kay questions in confusion.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and show him the tits he sent me.

  “Megan’s alone in the hospital because you sent me this.”

  Kay’s face pales.

  “I didn’t send you that message.”

  “What?”

  When Dagger realizes I’m not about to kill Kay any longer, he finally stops pushing me away. Kay grabs my phone from me and fiddles around with something on the screen.

  “This is from my regular phone not my burner. I would never send you tits from that phone. I don’t even have it on me today. Shit. It’s at home.”

  “Evelyn!” I’m instantly worried for his fiancée. She wouldn’t be the sort to play games like this.

  My phone rings, and Kay almost drops it like it’s a bomb that’s about to explode. I grab it from him and answer the call on speaker when I see it’s the hospital contacting me.

  “Mr. Vincent?” The feminine voice asking for me sounds terrified.

  “Yes.”

  “There’s been an incident at the hospital. Miss Ragnell has been taken, and Erec, the man you authorized us to allow into her room, has been shot. I’m sorry, we did all we could for him, but the wound he received was too extensive. He died a few moments ago.”

  I try to form words to ask her questions, but nothing comes out. Dagger grabs the phone.

  “Do you have a picture of the perpetrator?”

  The woman on the other end hesitates. Arthur pretty much owns the hospital. It’s why we use it when one of us needs medical treatment. The cops will be called, but in the meantime, she’ll give us the information we need to get a head start.

  “I’m sending it to you now.”

  Dagger hangs up, and a picture message pops up on my phone. There’s no mistaking the man holding a terrified Megan. His facial features are different to mine, but I see the boy in him who disappeared all those years ago. My brother.

  Kay pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Evelyn. She answers immediately in tears and tells him their house has been burglarized. She was out and had just come back to find it in a mess.

  “Go look after her,” I tell Kay as I walk back to my truck. Dagger appears at my side. I halt his progress. “No, get a backup team in case I go down. Whatever happens, Megan has to be saved.”

  “Gawain?” He raises an eyebrow.

  I ignore his concern and flick open an app on my phone. Last night after I woke from my dream, I told Megan of my concern for her. We both agreed that until we knew she was safe, she’d have another tracker injected into her, so I could trace her if the worst happened. I’m glad I did, for when I open the app, I see she’s headed toward an abandoned airfield. I show Dagger, and he disappears into the house to get back-up sorted if it’s required. Kay disappears down the driveway in a cloud of dust, and I follow him out. I’m going to save the woman I love.

  I’m lucky I don’t get stopped by the police on my short trip to the airfield. My driving is bordering on dangerous, but I just want to get to my girl. I don’t really have a plan other than to shoot my brother in the head, dick, chest, hands, legs, and anywhere else I can until the motherfucker is dead, and Megan is back in my arms where she belongs. When I arrive at the airfield, I bring my truck to a screeching halt just as the car door opens of the only other vehicle there, and M
egan is dragged out from it. Her lip is bleeding, and I can see bruises forming around her eyes. My blood boils, but I need to get myself under control and think clearly like the assassin I am. I have to remove all emotion from the situation, despite the fact it’s my brother and the woman I love involved. I take a few seconds to compose myself before grabbing my Glock from the glove box and tucking it into the back of my pants. The other car pulls away, and I see no one else around.

  Mordred notices my truck, and just like in my dream, he pauses with a gun pointed at Megan’s head. I clear all thoughts of what happens next from my mind, open my truck door, and get out. Each footstep that brings me closer to where they’re standing feels like I’m wading through cement. It’s hard, and possibly futile.

  “Long time no see, Brother,” Mordred greets me with a teasing smirk. “I’m afraid it’s going to be a flying visit as well. I just came to collect some property of mine, and I’m leaving with it now.” He presses a kiss to Megan’s cheek. She doesn’t move—her coloring is as ashen as a cloudy day. Her eyes are intently focused on me, though. “I think I’ll have to search you for trackers when I get you on board. It seems my brother’s as mistrusting of whores as I am. He found us a little too quickly, don’t you think?”

  “She’s not a whore,” I spit toward my brother.

  “What would you call a woman who belongs to a man but allows another to stick his dick in her?” my brother taunts.

  “Free to choose,” I reply.

  Mordred laughs, and for the first time, I see none of the little brother who I used to play computer games with. He’s a monster.

  “Not when I paid good money to take her choice away. She’s mine. I can do whatever I want to her. Feed her if I choose. Fuck her when I want.” He pushes the gun closer to her head. “Kill her when I’ve had enough of her. You don’t understand. You’re weak. Our father told me all about how weak you are.”

  “I’m not weak, Mordred. I’m just not twisted by our old man’s insanity.”

  “He was the sane one. It’s our mother who was sick. Always nagging at him and telling him what to do. She tried doing the same with me after you left. She was there, constantly. She was a bore. Why couldn’t she understand that all she had to do was feed me and clothe me? I didn’t need her mothering me all the time. Our father was right when he taught me the difference between women.”