“But this is Kloe,” he reminded me quietly, as though I had forgotten. Like I could ever forget. “What does your future hold with her in it? Alive?”
And that was the problem. And we both knew it.
My soul wouldn’t settle until I had sought revenge for what he had done, and what she had done. Both were more alike than they realised. Both took what they wanted from me and then cast me aside like rubbish. Together they were the final amen in my silent prayer.
I wanted to hurt them. I needed to hurt them.
My soul couldn’t lie down and rest until her agony engulfed me. I wanted to hear her screams puncture my ears; the only sound that would serenade my pain. Her spilled blood could be the only substance to sate my hunger. Yet now, now her screams would contain the tears of my child, and her blood would possess the heartbeat of my own flesh and blood.
“I don’t know,” I answered eventually.
“Where is she now?”
“I took her back to mine. She’s going nowhere for the time being.”
He shifted uncomfortably, looking at me curiously from the chair he sat in opposite me. “And Robert? What do you intend to do with him?”
That was a turn up. Kloe had perfectly deposited a bullet bang central in the cunt’s forehead. It was strange to think the girl I lived my life for now had terminated the life of my half-brother, the half-brother I didn’t know I had until a short while ago. I didn’t feel any connection with him. He wasn’t of any importance to me. Yet, when I’d seen him at Kloe’s I couldn’t resist sticking the knife in his gut and twisting. I’d seen the flicker of recognition in his eyes when he’d seen me standing over them both as he tried to bring Dave back to life – the dog he had not hours before wrapped a damn rope around its neck and squeezed every bit of life from. I could only think it had been part of their plan, to bring Kloe closer to him, to make her dependant on him. However, he hadn’t banked on my sudden appearance. And when I’d told him I was fucking Kloe, the rage that had boiled in his eyes had given me back an ounce of the pleasure he had taken from me.
Nevertheless, he was now out of the equation, even if I had wanted to be the one to suck his last breath from his lungs.
I wouldn’t have thought my little wolf had it in her. And when she’d shot at me, well… I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. The silly girl was in love with me.
And that was another thing that didn’t make sense to me. How could you fall in love with someone who was hell bent on destroying you?
Unless you prayed for destruction every single day. And your destroyer granted you everything you craved.
I could see the need for violence buried deep within Kloe’s eyes, the hunger for depravity begging me every time she looked at me. She yearned for something she could never understand. Her soul was so gentle, so compassionate, that I knew when I finally gave her exactly what she thought she craved it would extinguish everything good about her.
My dick hardened with that thought, and as if sensing my arousal, Robbie tipped his head. “You need it?”
“Nah.” I shook my head and stood, unapologetic about the hard-on that pushed against my trousers. “Although, I think it’s time we both gave Kloe exactly what she thinks she needs.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Now?”
“Tonight.” I snatched up my jacket and shrugged it on. “I have a fight. Afterwards.”
He nodded, watching me walk away. “Anderson.”
I didn’t verbally acknowledge him but paused at the door.
“Whatever happens, you need to think about what you really want. You know I’ll support whichever decision you make. But you need to accept that there’s two options now. You make one without giving the other the attention it deserves then you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
I nodded, allowing him his honesty. “I already have too many regrets, Rob. I’m not about to indulge in any more.”
It had all seemed so easy. Bring Kloe to my father and watch him fall to his knees as he witnessed the life drain from the only thing he had ever loved. To take from him what he had taken from me.
But now, to do that, would take from me the only thing I would ever love.
My own child. My salvation. My redemption. My atonement for every sin I had ever executed.
Life has a cruel way of mocking you. Of making you pay for your hopes in the cruellest way possible.
It was time to decide.
The nothing?
Or everything?
THE HOUSE HAD BEEN QUIET for way too long. I was starting to think I would go crazy. There was nothing to focus on but my thoughts and the admission of what was.
Pregnant.
Once again that solitary word brought my hands to my belly, my heart stuttering to fit in the extra beat it now catered to. I held a child, an innocent living being that solely depended on me - my child. Anderson’s child.
Red shoved her nose into my hand, trying to gain my attention. She felt my joy. And she felt my hope. But what was one without the other? Without hope I couldn’t allow the joy. And the joy gave me nothing but hope.
I wanted nothing more than a child of my own. A baby that shared my soul and my essence. It was a gift. But would he/she be ripped from me? I had to have faith that Anderson would give in to the man I knew waited beneath the darkness that had taken his core hostage. I still saw the real Anderson beneath all the hatred and destruction, the gentle and broken man that wanted more from me than he would ever accept.
Everything was different now. In a way I had accepted the end, and that Anderson would be the one to give it to me. I had even consented to it, to death. Yet there had still been a part of me that had refused it, fought it.
There was nothing but darkness left inside me. Samantha Rowan had left the fragments of her shattered soul within me. And they had festered, taken root and spread like raging ivy throughout my blood stream, corrupting and blackening me little by little until nothing but rotten flesh remained.
I was already dead, whether Anderson killed me or not.
Red’s ears pricked as the bolt shifted from its housing on the door to the basement. Once again I was contained in the depths of Anderson’s hell. However, what he thought was punishment, wasn’t. Strangely, I felt at home in the lower floor. The cold seeped into my bones, numbing all the pain that threatened to drive me insane. The familiarity of the tools Anderson pleasured himself with made me feel close to him, honoured to be privy to his deep, dark secrets. And the bed I sat on brought me nothing but content memories.
Yes, I was sick. Maybe a little insane. But it was what it was.
He looked straight at me as he slowly descended, his heavy footfalls on the wooden steps ricocheting through the quiet of the room. I tried to gauge his mood, work out which Anderson joined me, but it was an impossible task until he allowed me the privilege.
“Kloe.”
The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me goosebumps, the unknown catching my breath as he strode across the concrete towards me. The light was dim but it granted me the sight of a black eye and a deep wound on his cheekbone that had been stitched haphazardly.
“You fought,” I murmured. My neck hurt to look up at him when he came to hover over me.
“I did.”
“I’m pleased you won.”
Neither of us were sure whether I was being sarcastic or not, but Anderson still grinned. “So am I.”
“Are you?”
He blinked. “Today I am.”
“Why today?”
I didn’t flinch when he reached out and his hand encompassed the side of my head. His touch was warm and soft, but not as tender as the way he looked at me. My heart softened when the gentle Anderson smiled affectionately at me. “Because you’re here.”
I lifted my hand and rested it over the top of his. “You don’t need to lock the door, Anderson. You know I will always be here.”
His eyes narrowed, and he inhaled deeply. “Yet not hours ago you wanted to put a bu
llet through me.”
I laughed, finding humour in what I shouldn’t have. That was the state of my mind. “And you would have just let me, would you?”
He smiled, that cocky smile that made hot blood spread to my belly. “So you only wanted to shoot me because you knew I wouldn’t let you?”
I shrugged, unsure of my intentions. “Maybe.”
“And if I had let you?”
Lowering my eyes, I frowned at the unanswered question in my head. “Who knows?”
I jumped when he suddenly dropped to his haunches in front of me. His beautiful face was level with mine and I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and drag the tip of my tongue across his sinful lips. I wanted to pull his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, and take his blood into my system and ride high on it.
Sorrow covered his face, and appearing to struggle with himself for a moment, he swallowed. “What the hell are we doing, Kloe?”
A chill spread across my skin and I shivered. Giving into my needs, I softly ran my thumb across his lip, watching the flesh plump under my touch. “Living. Before we die.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. The hand that held my face shot into my hair and his fingers snatched a handful. He dragged my face to him, forcing my mouth to his. His tongue pushed through my lips and angrily whipped at mine. A growl full of rage broke from him as both of his hands crushed the sides of my head and he deepened the kiss. The force was bruising, merciless, and my soul soared with pleasure at the pain he gifted me. Because it was a gift, an offering that gave me so much more than I ever thought possible. And deep down Anderson knew that, and he gave it to me.
“You know I give myself to you, Anderson,” I whispered against his lips when I pulled back for breath. “I would die for you. I want you to offer me to your father. Because I want you to have the peace you need.”
He stared at me, shocked, horrified, and tortured by my confession. I think I even shocked myself. But only because I had finally accepted who I was, and why I had been given a life from the ravaged spirit of Samantha. Kloe Grant had just been an incubator for Samantha. To nurture her and protect her, ready for when she was needed again.
And her fate. It had always been this. To give life back to Judd Asher. Our lives had been intertwined from the very day Terry and Janice exchanged what should have been their most treasured possession for something as meagre as a few tatty quid.
“But I now have a gift for you other than my own sacrifice. Our child.”
Turmoil seeped into his eyes and he shook his head. “Stop it. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I love you, Anderson Cain. I love you, Judd Asher. Samantha Rowan has always loved you. Just as Kloe Grant always will.”
“Stop it!” His breathing shortened to sharp gasps and his head shook from side to side. But I saw it. Behind the storm in his wild eyes. I saw the hope, and the need - the desire and the devotion. To both of us. To me, and to our baby.
“I was created to serve you, Anderson. I was made from the very horrors of hell that birthed you. We were cast from the same mould. But which gift will you take?”
My blood surged when he gripped the tops of my arms and yanked me off the bed. “You think I can’t have both, little wolf?”
My chest heaved against his, my hard, aroused nipples scraping against the thin cotton of my top with the firm touch of his solid body against me.
“You think I can’t wait until the child is born? I’ve waited thirty years for retribution. Another nine months is not going to seem like that long.”
I nodded, holding his gaze. “You lost your parents at such a young age. Are you telling me you would snatch that away from your own son or daughter? That you would take away her mother?”
Anger poured from him, suffocating me as his hold on me grew more painful. “You don’t know me very well, Kloe. I’d have thought by now that you’d understand who – what - I am.”
A smile brushed my lips. “Oh, I do.” Reaching up on my toes, I placed a soft kiss over his lips, my body shivering at the faint touch. “You’re my master. And I am only here to serve you. That’s what I understand. And to be honest, I don’t think there’s anything else to know.”
He froze, his eyes wide and fixed on me. He couldn’t control the emotion pouring through him and his eyes hooded over when I pressed my hips into him. The hardness of his cock made my knees buckle.
“I am here to fuck you. To take whatever depraved act you want to enact. I am here to feed from your merciless lust, and to quench the undying thirst for degradation you have.”
Snapping out of his shock, he laughed. It wasn’t humorous and happy, it was cold and cruel, his eyes dripping with the same maliciousness as his laughter. “Then let’s find out, shall we?”
As if he had conjured him, Robbie walked down the stairs. He held the same harsh grin that Anderson did and my bones creaked.
But I wasn’t scared. Far from it. It was liberating to free what had been hidden beneath the artificial Kloe for so long. Excitement flowed quickly, and Anderson frowned when he saw it tremble through my body.
My breath hitched when I was abruptly pulled across the room and my wrists were quickly snapped into the same cuffs Robbie had secured Anderson with.
My cunt throbbed, the hot blood that raced through me almost as torturous as the anticipation that made my mouth dry.
My ankles were fixed into more metal cuffs and Anderson yanked on a lever until the chains moved and coaxed my body into an ‘X’ shape. I was left helpless, the tightness of the restraints not allowing any give at all.
Robbie smirked as he spun a long, thin knife in between his fingers. It wasn’t until I recognised the steel glinting under the soft light that I realised I had maybe bitten off more than I could chew.
But when he gently pressed the tip of the blade against my skin, a serenity trickled within the marrow of my bones and I sagged in the chains that provided the support my bones no longer could.
My jaw dropped and I shivered when, very delicately, he drew the edge down the side of my throat. My skin split. But it didn’t just give freedom to my blood, it gave the very essence of me space to breathe. As if someone had performed a tracheotomy after I had struggled to breathe for hours, my clogged lungs rushed with air and the tightness of my skin relaxed in bliss. My whole core sighed in relief and my mind let go.
A rapturous moan rushed from me and my head fell back as pleasure spiralled into my veins. Each tiny capillary filled with a narcotic that made my heart rate slow down to a placid pace, and my eyes rolled at the high.
“Anderson?” I only just managed to recognise the confusion in Robbie’s voice.
Fingers snatched at my chin and I forced my eyes open. Anderson’s curious gaze stole the serenity that floored me. “What happened?”
I frowned, shaking my head. “What?”
“What changed?” he demanded as he pressed his palm against the slice Robbie had drawn across my skin.
I smiled, still drugged with ecstasy. “My mind changed.”
He gnashed his teeth together, but what I thought was fury was lust. He tore at my t-shirt, ripping it from my body in one powerful wrench. Grabbing the knife from Robbie he hacked at my jeans like they were made of paper, shedding them from my legs quickly and efficiently until I stood in just my underwear.
I watched in delicious delight when Anderson pulled his cock free from his trousers. He wrapped his fist around himself and slid his hand up and down slowly. My mouth watered as I watched him masturbate, his smooth length so utterly beautiful that I couldn’t help but stare in awe.
His cock was so hard that each one of his strokes looked painful. Pre-cum glistened on the swollen head and I licked my lips greedily.
Anderson flicked his head then stood back when Robbie came to stand in front of me. “Fuck her!”
My eyes widened and snapped to Anderson. He smirked and chuckled. “Fuck her arse ‘til she bleeds.”
Robbie grabbed my
hair, tilting my head back until I was looking at him and him only. “You hear that, Kloe? He wants me to make you bleed.”
I nodded. “Do it.”
They both looked confused when Robbie shot a glance towards Anderson.
“You think this is a lie?” I questioned them both. “Well, it’s not. I told you. This is me. The real me. You wanted me to set her free, Anderson. Well, here she is.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying!” he growled, angered by my surrender.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Yes I do. I just ask that whatever pain you inflict on me that you don’t harm my baby – our baby.”
Vulnerability shone from him, his brow creased, and he looked scared for a moment. Shaking himself, anger once again contorted his handsome face. He nodded to Robbie again. “Do it.”
The chains that held me rattled as Robbie repositioned me, turning me on the axle that held both chains so my body turned and my back faced both men. Anderson walked around me until he stood in front of me. His eyes bore into me as he sliced through my underwear and it dropped in a pool of material at my feet. Robbie pushed me forward and his hand ran down my spine, a finger dipping between my arse cheeks and tickling at my anus.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip at the sensation, I concentrated on Anderson and his self-pleasuring. I wanted to touch him so bad, to feel him under my hand, to take his pre-cum between my fingers and smear it across my lips.
As Robbie pushed a finger inside me, I allowed myself to relax, to take what he forced inside me.
Anderson snapped, “Open” when my eyes fluttered closed. “I want to watch the pain in your eyes.”
I forced my gaze to his, fighting with the need to close my eyes as I absorbed the hunger pouring from him.
Robbie fucked my arse with his fingers as Anderson fucked his hand. Pleasure twisted my belly when Robbie gripped my hips, holding me still, and pushed inside my backside. His cock wasn’t as thick as Anderson’s, but he was long. Pain seized my breath the further in he pressed, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh to hold me still from the instinctive need to move away from him.
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