The Destruction of Sevyn (The Vengeance of Luther Book 1)

by Ember Michaels

  “Is that your way of fishing for compliments?” he mused. I rolled my eyes, though he probably couldn’t see that.

  “I’m just saying that you don’t have to say things like that just to make me feel better,” I clarified. He shrugged.

  “Just telling the truth. Anyone would be blind to not see that for themselves,” he said. I could feel his heated gaze on my skin as I forced myself to look out at the ocean. “You know…if you weren’t friends with my sister, I totally would’ve tried to date you.”

  His words sent chills running up and down my spine, but I willed myself to keep my budding excitement off my face. “Is that really the truth? Because when I’d drunkenly asked you out, you told me I was too young,” I reminded him.

  He chuckled, low and deep. “While that was the case then, it’s not the case now. You’re eighteen now, and no longer jailbait.”

  “So, what’s stopping you?”

  He nodded toward the direction of the house. “Logan. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friendship with her if things didn’t work out with us.”

  “I see,” I murmured.

  He was silent for a good while, the only sounds around us being the crashing waves. He turned his body toward me. “That is…unless you don’t tell her until we actually become serious,” he murmured. I only looked at him, no idea what to even say to a proposal like that. It wasn’t like I already didn’t have fantasies of this guy. I’d had a crush on him ever since Logan and I became friends. In fact, the initial reason I’d became friends with her in the first place was because she was the new girl with the hot brother I’d wanted to get close to. I knew how agitated she would become if I even mentioned making a move on her brother, so I knew doing something like this would be risky. But I wanted to try. I wanted something in my life that I could hold on to, to get love from someone that I didn’t get from home, even if it was temporary. I could handle that…right?

  “Yeah,” I finally replied, a small smile on my lips. “No strings attached right now until we figure it out.”

  His hand reached out to cup my cheek. “I kind of want to kiss you right now,” he whispered.

  “I kind of want you to,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement. He slowly closed the space between us, my lips tingling in anticipation. He kissed me, his lips soft against mine as his hand moved through my hair to cup the back of my neck. A soft whimper slipped through my lips as he roughly pulled me to him before cradling me in his arms. His warm skin smelled of sandalwood and sand, the strength of his arms around me giving me a sense of security.

  I didn’t fight him as his hand wandered under my bikini covering, raising goosebumps on my skin as his fingertips caressed my outer thigh. He broke away from the kiss when his hand reached the string on my left hip that kept my bikini bottoms together. “Should I stop?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

  I shook my head. “No,” I whispered and connected our lips again. He pulled the string loose and slid his hand along my exposed ass cheek, squeezing it slightly in his hand.

  “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked as he kissed along my neck.

  “No,” I replied as I closed my eyes. “Wait. Do you have protection or anything?”

  “I wasn’t planning on having sex with my sister’s best friend,” he said. “I’ll pull out in time.”

  Even though that definitely didn’t sound like a safe idea, I was so anxious for whatever he’d had planned for me that I didn’t care. I made a mental note to get a Plan B as soon as we touched back down in Miami just to be on the safe side.

  “Sevyn?” Luther called out.

  “Sorry.” I gave him a soft smile. “That should be fine. I’ll get a pill when I get back home just in case.”

  “Good,” he murmured. “Let’s make this a birthday you’ll remember.”

  He sat me up and pulled the bikini cover up my body and over my head before tossing it aside in the sand. I helped him untie the strings of my bikini until I was naked underneath him. Lust harbored in the depths of his eyes as he looked down at me, his hand resting on my throat.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured before devouring my mouth once more. He reached between us, his fingers circling my clit. I fisted the sand above my head as pleasure overwhelmed me, rolling my hips against his hand. I kept my moans low despite the fact that we were outside, the stars and the moon in the sky being the only witnesses of our passion.

  “Yes,” I moaned when he took my nipple into his mouth, his fingers still working my clit. He wasn’t the first guy I’d been with, but he was the first that had an actual clue on how to please a woman. Everything he did made my body hum in pleasure, a pleasure that I wanted every day of my life. My walls squeezed him when he finally slipped two fingers into my wet pussy, eliciting a sexy chuckle from him.

  “Would you look at that? See how wet your pussy is for me?” he murmured before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Mmm…so good,” I whispered, closing my eyes. His fingers moved quicker as he continued stroking my clit with the thumb of his free hand, watching as I came undone before him. “Oh…oh…right there, right—ah!”

  My body shook beneath him, the stars in the sky seeming to quickly multiple as my vision blurred. Luther didn’t let up though, only mirroring my movements while continuing his pleasurable assault with his fingers. After a few moments of my squirming and moaning, he finally pulled his fingers from my pussy and put them in his mouth, humming in satisfaction. I looked up at him breathlessly, so turned on by the man before me. I whimpered when he thrust his fingers back into me a couple of times before removing them again, holding them to my mouth.

  “Taste yourself,” he ordered, though his voice was still soft. I held his gaze as I took his fingers into my mouth, sucking my essence off of them. He removed them and devoured my mouth with so much passion that it nearly took my breath away. His hand lightly squeezed my throat as his other hand worked to free his hard cock from his swim trunks. I moaned when the head of it pressed against my clit, shivering when he slowly rubbed the head up and down my pussy. “So wet for me, pretty girl.”

  “Luther,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

  “You can always tell me to stop,” he murmured. I shook my head as I ran my hands along his firm shoulders and biceps. I’d thought about this man in this very position every time I masturbated after seeing him at Logan’s, never thinking this would ever happen. As he looked down at me, a ball of guilt sat in my gut. A part of me felt as if I was betraying Logan, especially when I’d promised her that I wouldn’t go after him.

  All thoughts of Logan dissolved when he slowly eased himself into me, robbing me of my voice. Slight pain licked up my spine as he sank into me, his hand between us again as his thumb rubbed circles on my clit.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Keep going.”

  And he did, slowly stroking me and taking his time as he gave me inch after inch of his cock. I wrapped my legs around him as the pain melted into pleasure when my body finally adjusted to his size. He sat up a little and grabbed my throat, slightly squeezing. He growled as my walls contracted around him every time he squeezed my throat.

  “Does my pretty girl enjoy being choked?” he murmured, his hips snapping a little harder against me.

  “Yes,” I moaned. What started off as the worst birthday in history turned out to be the best in my life, spent with the one person that I never thought I’d get alone time with.

  “No matter what ever happens between us, you’re mine now. Understand?”

  “Yes,” I answered. I didn’t care what he wanted of me. I didn’t want anything else but to belong to the very man I’d crushed on for years.

  “Everything of you is mine. Your mouth,” he kissed me hard, “these tits,” he let go of my neck as both of his hands reached up to tweak my nipples, sending another wave of pleasure through me.

  “Yes,” I agreed.

  He le
t go of my tits and moved his hand back between my legs. “This sweet pussy is mine, too,” he murmured against my lips as his fingers quickly circled my clit. I nodded, unable to speak as the pleasure consuming my body nearly strangled me. “And your tight little ass is mine, too.”

  “It’s all yours,” I squeaked out, my body tingling all over. “I…I think I’m gonna come again!”

  “Come for me, pretty girl. I want you to come all over my aching cock,” he groaned, leaning forward to rest on his elbows, which sat on the sides of my head. His hips moved quicker, faster, his breathing quickened he moaned. “Fuck, Sevyn, come with me now.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I tightened my legs around him as he pumped his last few strokes before he quickly pulled out and jerked his cock over my belly, his seed painting my skin as he moaned.

  “Oh my god,” I panted before I giggled. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  I prepared for him to fix his swim trunks and prepare to walk off as if nothing happened, but he hovered back over me instead, placing a kiss on my lips.

  “I don’t know how we’re going to keep this from Logan for long when I can’t see myself leaving you alone long enough to not be suspicious,” he whispered upon my lips.

  I smiled. “I think we’ll deal with that when the time comes,” I replied and kissed him again.

  “Happy birthday again,” he said with a cheeky grin.

  “Thanks. You were right; I’ll remember this one forever.”

  I jumped when the door opened and the light flipped on. Luther stalked toward me holding a tray in his hand. Tears burned my eyes as I looked up at him. It broke my heart that he was no longer the guy I remembered, but I couldn’t blame him. Circumstances that I had a hand in made him that way. The person I knew died when Logan did and every time I saw him, I could only associate him with pain. Suffering. A thirst for vengeance and blood. He put the tray next to the bed and released my wrists from the shackles. He’d left the door opened and a part of me wanted to make a run for it, but I knew there was no logical way out. I could barely turn over without pain; I already knew I wouldn’t make it far before he caught me and did something else sinister to me.

  “I’m sure you’re starving by now. Eat,” he ordered and sat down in the wooden chair. I winced as I slowly pulled myself up, opting to lean on my hip because sitting upright hurt too much. I could feel his eyes on me as I grabbed the tray holding a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a cold glass of milk. It was nothing that I’d eat outside of here, but anything was better than nothing.

  I didn’t say a single word to him, only eating what he provided before curling up in the corner away from him. And even though I’d continue my silent treatment until I finally died, my full bladder wouldn’t allow me to wait much longer.

  “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Luther cupped his ear and leaned forward. “What was that?”

  I swallowed hard, my throat sore. “May I use the bathroom, please?”

  He stared at me for a long moment before he finally stood to his feet. “We have to go upstairs anyway, as it’s a new day and time for a new person to die,” he said with a chuckle. I ground my teeth. He said it so casually as if he was talking about an everyday activity that normal people did. Maybe this was normal for him and his equally psychotic friends. Perhaps they killed people for sport on a regular basis. I mean how else do you explain them being so comfortable with watching others die?

  Luther frowned at me and cocked his head. “Are you going to get up or do I have to drag you up the stairs?” he asked.

  I slowly forced myself to my knees, unable to stop myself from crying out in pain. Luther grumbled under his breath before he stalked back over to me. My body froze as he reached for me, squeaking when he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll. It burned like hell as he held my legs closed. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as he carried me out the room and down the hall of the basement. I dropped my head as he ascended up the stairs to the main floor and back to his bedroom.

  He put me back on my feet when we entered his bathroom. “You had to go to the bathroom, so go. And when you’re done, get in the shower. A friend is going to help you get cleaned up. Don’t want you getting an infection before I’m ready to kill you,” he said, leaning against the bathroom counter.

  I dropped my gaze and turned to the toilet, raising my blood-stained nightgown before sitting on the toilet. I tightly gripped the edge of the toilet seat as I emptied my bladder, silent tears of pain pouring from my eyes. It burned so bad, making me wonder just how much damage he’d done. I thought back to my dream of him. I never thought he was capable of something like this. A killer. An abuser of women. He and I had history, but it no longer meant anything to him.

  “Hurry up. I don’t want to keep my friends waiting,” he said. “And while you’re in the shower, you should think about who you want to choose to die today.”

  I gave him a nod, already knowing who I’d choose. I didn’t know how much I could deal with being in this hell with him. I couldn’t keep watching my friends die one by one every single day and deal with Luther torturing me at night. So, I knew exactly who I’d choose today.

  I’d choose myself.

  LUTHER

  I watched her silhouette as she stood in the shower. From what I could see, she only stood under the spray for ten minutes, unmoving. Just as I was about to give her another reminder to hurry up, her form finally moved. She looked pathetic when I went into the room to get her, her skin pale with dark purple bruises on her thighs from where I’d gripped her to keep her still. My mom’s words bounced around in my head, reminding me that I needed to ask the guys about her request.

  After a few minutes, the shower finally turned off, the glass door slowly opening soon after. She stepped out and grabbed the towel without a word, patting herself dry. Once upon a time, her body used to turn me on in ways that I couldn’t explain. She was addicting back then, which was part of the problem. While I was only looking for a fling before going back to school, there was something about her that beckoned me back to her time and time again. Even after I broke things off with her, it took everything in me to just stay away and not fall back into the that trap with her. She was like a poisonous spider, infecting me with her poison to where I’d always come back to her no matter where I was in life.

  But then my hatred of her became my antidote.

  Any lustful thoughts and sexy memories I had of her became redundant when I’d learned the full extent of what she’d done to Logan. I beat myself up daily for not taking Logan as seriously as I should have. She never went into details about anything when she’d call me, only saying kids were giving her a hard time. I gave her the pathetic advice of “telling someone or ignoring it,” not knowing how bad it truly was. Sevyn’s unknown secret came back to the forefront of my mind, even more so now that my mom also wanted to know the truth as well.

  She grabbed the clean nightgown I’d put next to the towel on the counter, her baby doll face contorting in pain as she pulled it on. Her eyes scanned the rest of the counter before settling on the floor.

  “Are there no panties?” she asked, her voice soft.

  “Not yet. Still need to get you patched up,” I said and pushed off the counter. “Let’s go.”

  I stepped back into the bedroom and motioned for her to get on the bed, which was covered in a sheet of plastic. She looked at it, hesitating a bit before she slowly limped over to the bed and slowly got on it. I strolled over to the bedroom door, nodding for Richard to come in. He was a retired Sergeant in the army and the second-in-command of The Collective. He was a medic back then, now using his skills whenever they either wanted to play with their toys a little longer after nearly breaking them or when one of the guys got hurt.

  “Who do we have here?” he said when he stepped into the room. Sevyn kept her eyes low and didn’t say a word.

  “Someone
I waited seven years to kill,” I responded. “I need you to clean her up a bit. I don’t want anything to get infected. I want her death to be by my hands, not an illness.”

  “Ah. Preserving our toys, are we?” he mused as he moved over to the bed and placed his bag down on it.

  I shrugged. “Something like that. She’ll be dead in a few days anyway, so she doesn’t need to be preserved too long,” I replied.

  He nodded knowingly as he unzipped the bag. He pulled out packs of gauze, a pair of rubber gloves, a cleaning solution, a stitching kit, and creams. I raised a brow when I saw the tube of lidocaine cream.

  “Don’t use lidocaine,” I ordered.

  He looked back at me, confusion creasing his already aging skin. “You sure? From what you described, she’s gonna need stitches right?”

  “I want her to feel every ounce of pain here, including the stitches,” I ground out. Sevyn trembled on the bed, fat tears trekking down her cheeks. Ever since sense she claimed that I couldn’t hurt her worse than she’d already hurt herself, I was set on proving her wrong. I was always up for reminding people why I was called Lunatic Luther when I was younger.

  “As you wish. It’s your toy,” he finally said with a grin and looked to Sevyn. “Lay back.”

  She looked at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. “Please. Everything hurts so much and—”

  “Lay back, Sevyn,” I ground back.

  “Luther—”

  I didn’t allow her to finish her sentence, grabbing her tightly by the throat and roughly pushing her onto her back. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Do you understand?” I growled. She only gagged and clawed at my hand in response, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. “If I tell you something and you don’t listen, I promise you I won’t have a problem with ripping every single one of those stitches with my cock. Do you understand?”

  I loosened my grip on her throat for her to speak. She greedily sucked in air before the sobs came, her entire body shaking.