“What?” she questions. I finally see the hard woman’s exterior crack. She trembles, knowing the damage I could do to her with just my little finger.
“I want access everywhere. I want your level of clearance. You want me to protect your business, then you give me what I need to do so. No more lies. I know you’ve done things to me. I want to know what they are.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She turns away from me, but I grab her arm tightly.
“You want me at your side, then trust me. No more secrets.”
She tries to escape, but I’m gripping her so tightly she has no chance. “You’re hurting me.”
I pull her closer, flush against my body. “Newsflash, darling, you created me the way I am. If you don’t like it, then there's nobody to blame but yourself. Will you give me what I want?”
“You’ll bring me their heads?”
“I’ll bring you their broken bodies so you can remove the heads yourself if you want.”
“Ok.”
I let her go, and she pulls her phone from her pocket and dials a number.
“Good day. I want Archer King’s security upgraded. His clearance is level one. Exactly the same as mine.” She pauses. “Yes, you heard me correctly. Now do it.” She ends the call and puts the phone back in her pocket with a smug smile. “Enjoy what you’re about to find out, Archer, because the day you chose to stay here, you became as much an accomplice in everything as I am.”
With that, she turns on her heels and stomps off. I have no time to waste. I head straight to my computer room and swipe the screen to bring up the file I know I had no access to before. My personnel file. I open it and flick through the information at rapid speed. Most of it is mundane and stuff I already know, but my fingers halt on the mouse when I read the title.
“Mind-altering treatment: Experiment One — Archer King.”
I read through the document as quickly as I can, my mind struggling to take it all in. It explains that a chip was implanted in my skull that triggers a reaction whenever my brain patterns deviate from the norm. It causes me to forget anything that creates unusual patterns.
It was an experimental treatment I consented to when I was eighteen. It has since become standard in soldiers who don’t follow the rules. I bring a memory stick from my desk drawer and copy everything in my file to it. I know I don’t have much time. If what I’m reading is right, any minute now, I’ll forget it all.
I search through the drawer for a pen and anything I can write a note on. My head starts to ache, my eyes growing tired as I try to focus on my task. I need to finish this and quick. The file stops downloading, and I find a pen.
I remove the memory stick and write Samara’s name on it and pop it in my pocket. I don’t know why, but somehow, we are linked. The game has just changed. Rather than stalking her for killing my doctors, I’m about to start hunting her to try and find out what the hell I am.
The pain in my head cripples me, and my mind goes blank. I look up at the computer screen, finding nothing on it. What am I doing in this room? Oh yes, I was going to try and find out more information on Diana to get one step ahead of the people trying to kill my doctors.
I better report back to Rebekah at some point as well. She’ll be getting frustrated that she hasn’t heard anything since I left her asleep in my bed last night. It will hopefully give me a welcome break if I can get her to suck my dick. It feels like forever since I’ve had any sort of action, even though I had Rebekah in my bed most of the previous few days. She’s a little firecracker with damn good suction. Who could want for another woman?
Chapter 17
Samara
The drive back is longer than the one that took me to Archer. I still ache from how roughly he fucked me. His fingers that gripped my hips violently must have left bruises. I still feel everything — each movement, every sordid touch.
Pulling into the drive, I exit the SUV and stroll up to the door where I know Hunter is on the other side. I’m wanton for two men, fucking them both, needing them both. When I push open the door, I find Hunter on the sofa. He’s only wearing a pair of blue boxer shorts, and I can’t help drinking him in slowly.
“You smell like you’ve been fucked,” he murmurs when I settle at the far end of the couch. His words jar me, causing me to whip my head toward him. “You found him?”
I nod in response.
“And you let him put his dick in you? Even after all that he’s done to you?” He’s hurt, angry, and he has every right to be.
I blink, allowing the tears to streak down my face. Hunter is pulling me into his arms in seconds, holding me closer than he’s ever held me before. I’m so fucked up, so broken that I’ve gone and messed up my life by choosing the man who walked out on me.
Here I have Hunter, who’s willing to love me the way I need to be loved, but deep down, I know I’ll never reciprocate his feelings. His arms are heavy as he spoons me, almost as if he’s trying to shield me from the shit-show we’ve stumbled into.
The gentle, warm breaths from his mouth tickle my neck, sending a shiver through me. I hold on. I’ve never needed anyone in my life. Never thought that someone could save me, but when Archer turned so cold after he fucked me, I knew that nothing could save him. Perhaps it’s better that way.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper, my voice raspy with emotion as I stare at the table. I feel his smile on my neck, his lips curling into that grin I’ve come to love.
“I do. Let me.” There’s a gentle urgency to his voice, and the little girl who got used only moments ago by the one boy she loved all her life breaks down. She cries inside. The tears trickle down my cheeks, leaving salty trails of sadness in their wake.
“I don’t know how to let go, Hunt,” I confess, swallowing the lump in my throat, hoping to tamper all the anger and confusion down with the affection from the man behind me.
“Love isn’t something you just let go of, Buttercup,” he murmurs in my hair, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I push back, allowing my body to mold to his. But I’m cold. My bones ache from the chill Archer left. “Love is something you hold onto, even when that person doesn’t feel it anymore,” he tells me.
“How do you know?”
“Because that’s how I’m here for you. I love you, Sam. Since the moment you walked into that fucking warehouse, to this moment where all I want to do is fuck you so hard that he’s a distant memory. But I know I can’t. And I won’t. I’ll never put you in a position to choose. I’ll always love you, but you’ll always love him.”
The sadness that hangs heavily in the air threatens to choke me. I blink once, twice, a few more times because my world has just been tipped on its axis. His arms tighten around me, his mouth hot on my skin, suckling the sensitive flesh. Harshly, he bites down, causing me to whimper, and once again, he’s calming my erratic heartbeat, the agony clawing at me with a mere kiss.
He doesn’t move anything else. His body turns rigid, but I can feel his heartbeat thudding against my back. His thick cock pressing against my ass unbidden. It’s always been like this between us, this magnetic pull. A sexual force that always connected us.
“Hunter.” My tone is filled with wariness, warning that this isn’t a good idea. In hindsight, it never was. I should never have fallen into bed with him, but nothing could’ve stopped us. We needed an escape, and we found it in each other.
He was my salvation.
But I was his curse.
“I can’t help it, Buttercup.”
“I know,” I murmur, reaching for him, my hand squeezing the throbbing hardness of him, causing him to let out a feral growl against my skin. His hips buck into me, his body needing release as his fingers taunt my nipples that have hardened to peaks behind the soft material of my tank top and bra.
We continue the torture.
We don’t hear the click before it’s too late.
I glance up to find Archer in the doorway. As much as I want to, I can’t
stop. He watches as Hunter’s body and mine meld even through our clothes. Archer lifts his hand to his belt buckle and tugs it free.
“You here for the show?” Hunter grunts, but Archer merely smiles. I know the gun Hunter normally keeps close must be within reaching distance, but he doesn’t make a move for it.
“Why are you here? You walked away,” I accuse him.
Archer stalks toward us. My body rigid when he stops inches from where I’m positioned on Hunter’s lap. Gripping my hair, Archer pulls me to sitting, and I’m practically clawing at him, but he only grins. “You want us both? Want to play house here with him and spread your legs for me?”
I don't respond because his words are harsh, but he doesn’t stop.
“Let’s see how well you remember me today, baby girl,” he smirks. A glint of the blade he’s holding moves with such precision I can’t move away fast enough, and he slices through the material of my top.
“You fucking hurt her—”
“I love her.” Archer’s voice is laced with need and confusion. He blinks twice before gripping his hair, tugging the strands as if there’s something hurting him from the inside out. “No. No.” He shakes his head, but when his eyes open again, I see the agony glaring back at me. His gaze is on me, and that’s when his eyes land on the ink just above my heart.
A crown with the script My King written below it.
Hunter’s seen it far too many times, but when Archer’s dark gaze burns through it, he blinks four times. I count because it feels as if he’s moving in slow motion. And then he meets my gaze.
“You’re taking us both, right now,” he growls.
Hunter seems to be in on it because they’re both pulling at my clothes, tearing material from me, ripping zippers and buttons until I’m naked. Hunter holds me hovering over his lap while Archer dips two fingers into me.
“Get her ready for my cock,” Hunter grunts from behind me, and the stranger before me wets two fingers with his saliva and pushes them into my ass. The tight ring of muscle protesting as he scissors me open.
My head falls back as Hunter’s hungry mouth latches onto my neck, biting hard, bruising me, only making me wetter for both men.
“This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?” Archer questions as he pulls his fingers from me, allowing his accomplice to slowly sink my body down on the thick cock waiting for me.
My heels are on either side of his legs, spread open for Archer to nestle himself between my thighs. He slaps my almost smooth, slick lips with his erection, and then thrusts into me. The thickness of both men entering me causes me to moan, needy and loud, like the whore that Dr. Monroe always called me. Even though I had never been with anyone before, she was adamant I was fucking all the boys at The Factory.
Our bodies move in sync, like a melody of filth and desire, sex and lust, and I’m clawing at Archer’s shoulders in my attempt to hold onto something, any semblance of who I am as they take me. Fucking me harder, faster, rougher. Archer’s hand grips my throat, causing my eyes to snap to his.
“Samara, my sweet little doll,” he murmurs, and the recognition once again flits through his gaze. He does remember me. In that moment, he sees me.
Both men piston into my body, thrusting wildly as my release beckons.
“Come for us, Buttercup. Drench our fucking cocks.” Hunter tugs my nipples harshly, causing tears to sting my eyes, and I come. My body finds pleasure and euphoria, and my eyes roll back, my toes curl, and my nails draw blood from Archer’s body as I cry out in pleasure.
Chapter 18
Archer
I’m home. I’m free for the first time in what feels like forever. My cock is buried deep within Samara’s pussy, and she’s drenching it with her orgasm. I can feel every wave of pleasure as it ripples through her because it wraps me in a vice so tight, I bury myself deep inside her and call out a desperate release. I feel the other man in our ménage sheath himself fully within Samara’s ass and his cock twitching with his own climax. Part of me is seething. Another man is inside my girl. I should take the gun from my jeans and shoot him between the eyes. He has no right. But then I look at the pleasure on Samara’s face and know, at this moment, both of us are what she needs. She has something special with Hunter. He saved her when I couldn’t. My release finishes, my cock starts to soften, and I start to withdraw.
“No,” Samara breathlessly whispers. “Stay.”
My throat dries with the honesty in her plea, and I still with her in my arms. Hunter curls his body into her from behind and doesn’t move either. We stay like this for I don’t know how long, but eventually my cock starts to harden again. I feel Hunter’s do the same. Slowly, tenderly, we both move once more within the angel cradled in our arms. There is silence all around us except for Samara’s lascivious breaths as we ignite the heat in her body again.
Soon, we’re both thrusting hard. My eyes capture hers. Her eyelids are heavy, and her pupils are black as night. She’s in the throes of passion. It’s tearing her apart but rebuilding her at the same time. I’m doing that. She loves me. She leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. My dick jumps within her, and my rhythm falters. Her taste is intoxicating. I feel as though I’m losing all I know about myself because it’s all been a lie. Hunter jerks, and my eyes flick to his. They are focused and dangerous. His pupils are also black, but it is not from lust. It’s from the knowledge of rescuing Samara. He hates me and wants me dead. His face bears the scars of our previous fight; that time will come again, but now, we’re at a truce.
He looks down toward his hand running protectively over Samara’s breast. He pinches the nipple. I trail mine over the other breast and do the same. He growls and brings his mouth to Samara’s ear and starts to explore the lobe. She relaxes back against him.
“Hunter,” she moans.
“Here, Buttercup.”
“Archer.” She hisses my name when I find my rhythm again. It’s punishing this time.
“Never leaving, Dollface. Fly for us again.”
“I . . .,” she stutters and then explodes. I feel her orgasm all down the length of my dick. It pulsates around me furiously. I look back to Hunter, and he buries himself deep inside her, roaring his own second release. I feel mine in my body, as it unfurls its way from my tightening balls to the length of my cock, buried deep in a haven so sweet it never wants to leave. My seed shoots from my body in endless jets, washing Samara inside and marking her forever mine. My head is spinning. My chest is tight with the gasps of air I struggle to inhale. A fine sheen of sweat soaks my body.
Fuck. I’m done. I’m gone. I’m ruined for the rest of my life.
“You remember me?” Samara’s voice floods into the high I’m experiencing.
“My Dollface,” I reply and kiss the tip of her nose.
Hunter swallows loudly behind us, and Samara cries out in tender pain when he withdraws himself from where he’s seated deep in her ass. He places her on the sofa, causing her tits to bounce with the harsh movement. He pulls up his boxers and tucks himself away.
“I’ll be next door if you want me.” He turns on his heel to leave.
“Hunter, no.” Samara is off the sofa and after him. Her body looks well and truly fucked. She has my seed dripping down her thighs, Hunter’s leaking from her ass, and her nipples are rosy red from our torturous play. Her hair is a tangled mess. “Stay.”
“I’m not what you want.” Hunter looks over her shoulder at me. She turns her head to look back at where I’m still standing with my dick on display. I offer a smirk and pull my trousers up, tucking myself away. I retrieve my jacket and shirt from the floor before placing my discarded gun into the back of my pants.
“I . . . I . . ..” she stutters her attention, re-focusing on the other man. “I need to talk to him.”
“He betrayed you once. He’ll do it again.” Hunter strokes his hand down her cheek.
I cock my head at these words.
“What do you mean?” I question.
“
You know full well what you did,” Hunter snaps back at me. “Don’t play dumb.”
“Dumb.” I step forward with a menacing stance.
“You chose them over her.” Hunter pushes Samara to the side and snarls toward me. “You abandoned her and left her with nothing after everything they’d done. I picked up the pieces. I rebuilt her when you destroyed her.”
“Hunter, please.” Samara wraps her tiny hands around his arm and pleads with him to stop.
“No, he needs to be told. While he swans around playing the big boss at The Factory, forcing kids into God knows what, you have been struggling to rebuild your life after what they did to you. Does he know everything? Does he know Dr. Chamberlain raped you? Dr. Monroe cut out your womb?”
The world freezes on me, and I look down to where my release still drips from within her. We didn’t use protection, but it doesn't matter because she can't have children. Memories start to hit me like a stampede of elephants. They rip through me: Samara and I growing up together, disappearing at night to be together, breaking the rules, tears, arguments, our best friend’s death. I double over and encircle my hands around my stomach. I feel sick when the realization hits me: I chose them over her. I’ve become a monster.
“Archer?” Samara steps forward.
“You finally realized what you are? What you’ve done to people?” Hunter sneers.
“Hunter,” Samara shouts.
“I abandoned you.” The pain in my stomach shifts to my head. “I became a toy soldier, a killer.”
The pain in my head intensifies. No, I can’t let this happen again. The chip implanted inside me will erase the memories from my mind. I’ll take a step back again and become a killer. Hunter and Samara have no idea what they are about to face. I bolt upright and reach behind my back to bring the gun into my hands.
“Take it quick.” I offer Hunter the weapon.
“No.” Samara jumps in front him. They both wear a confused expression on their faces. I have no time to waste though. I dig down into my boot and retrieve the knife I know is there. I hold it out with the gun.
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