Chapter 15

Iglare at the back of Dr Evil's head as I follow him down the dark corridor that leads to our prison. A few tufts of hair barely hang on at the back of his head. I don't know why, but they infuriate me. He should really shave them off and admit defeat.

I'm on tenterhooks as we approach the door. Every cell inside of me buzzes with anticipation of being reunited with Eden. There's a slim part of me that fears maybe he won't be there, that maybe Dr Evil killed him anyway just to spite me. I clench my fists in an attempt to centre myself as the lock clicks open. When we enter the room, I release a whoosh of air.

"Kai," he whimpers.

Eden's olive eyes glisten with trapped tears, and his chest rises and falls like he's struggling to regulate his breath. Pushing past Dr Evil, I rush to him, clambering onto his lap and straddling him. I couldn't give a shit about our audience any more. I need him.

My arms wind around his neck, our chests crushing together. Our heartbeats drum against one another, creating a synchronised beat. Large hands splay across my back, sending blissful shivers down my spine. I tuck my face into his neck and breathe in his homely scent. Eden pulls back, cupping my face so he can see me properly, eyes darting around my features like he isn't sure if I'm real.

"Alright, enough of your pathetic reunion."

My stomach plummets when I suddenly realise Emiliya isn't here.

"Where's Emiliya?" I ask Dr Evil accusingly.

"Now that Devlin's floating in the river Thames, Emiliya had to pick up the extra slack," he replies, with a repulsive quirk to his thin lips.

My blood runs cold at the mention of Devlin. Eden grabs my face, forcing my focus back on him. He pleads with his eyes to stay quiet and ignore Dr Evil's jeers. I manage to keep my cool and give Eden a soft kiss.

"Enough," Dr Evil snarls.

He tugs at my hood, dragging me away from Eden. I stumble backwards and fall on my arse. Dr Evil grabs my upper arm in a crushing grip and pulls me to unsteady feet, then shoves me towards the bathroom. He stares at me expectantly, and I stare back like a deer in headlights.

"Go on, hurry the fuck up, do your business. I haven't got all day," he impatiently demands.

I spring into action, freshening up as best I can with the slimy bar of soap and frigid tap water. I aggressively brush my teeth with our shared toothbrush, then chug down water from the tap, knowing Dr Evil doesn't follow the eight glasses a day health advice. Since being here, I've had a consistent thumping headache.

Once I'm done, he chains me up and then lets Eden use the bathroom before returning him to the mattress and locking him up, too. I'm shocked he's even allowed us the luxury of freshening up. Maybe the fact I completed the job with no hiccups has put us in his good books.

When the door slams shut and we hear the lock snick, we dive into each other's arms. Eden tumbles backwards, and I wrap myself around him, clinging on like a koala bear. But I want to be closer. I want to climb underneath his skin and live there.

"Fuck, I missed you," Eden murmurs against the side of my face. He peppers light kisses all over my face, brows, cheeks, chin and nose. I bask in his tenderness, humming in approval.

I've been gone for less than a day, but being back in his arms feels like all the jagged edges of my fucked up puzzle finally fit together. All my dark thoughts from earlier feel muted, at least for now. This right here is worth fighting for.

"I missed you too, honey," I whisper against his lips, our foreheads pushed together.

One of his hands leaves my waist to capture my earlobe, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He strokes it at a seductively slow pace. I shudder against him, and without even realising it, my hips grind in time to the strokes of my ear. Our hard cock's rut against one another through our clothing. Eden closes his eyes, letting out a pained moan like no amount of closeness will ever be enough.

We grind against each other for several moments, indulging in the simple pleasure of our bodies colliding. Eden's eyes ping open, and he chases my lips. When our lips lock, a zing of lust travels down my spine, igniting further desire.

We're so in sync that it feels like he's studied me like he has a PhD on how to turn me inside out. I'm a fiend for him, completely and hopelessly addicted. How easily I'm handing my heart over to this man scares me.

We should catch up on today's events, but the overwhelming need to feel my skin against his overpowers that.

"I need to feel you," I rasp.

Snaking my hand between us, I pull at Eden's waistband. He helps me by lifting his hips and dragging them down his toned, hairy thighs. His thick veiny cock bobs between us on release.

Sitting up with my legs on either side of his hips, I gaze down at his stunning cock in awe. I spit on my hand as an alternative to lube, causing Eden to breathe in harshly like he's anticipating how damn good it's going to feel once I make contact. Reaching down to engulf his shaft in my small hand, starting from the base and trailing to the top, mixing his pre-cum with my spit.

I let my other hand trail up his chest, slip under his jumper and pinch at his already erect nipple. His broad hands dig into my hips as I twist his nipple between my fingers. Eden pumps his hips, eagerly fucking the perfect ring I've created with my wet fist. I let him indulge in a few thrusts, then tighten my grip, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip and pause. With his pupils blown out and hair dishevelled, he looks like every filthy fantasy I've ever had.

Eden tugs at the front of my jeans, but he can't get them down from this position.

"Fuck, get these off," Eden huskily demands.

I chuckle, then move onto my knees, allowing him to shuffle them down. My cock is like iron, aimed at him and only him.

I get back into position, and the moment our cocks graze, we both moan so deeply it vibrates off the empty walls. I pull our dicks together, grasping them between both hands, stroking us at a leisurely pace. Eden hisses when I roll my palm over the end of our cocks and trail back down. I repeat the action, moving around our tips for longer this time. Eden shudders, then grabs my wrists, stopping my assault on our cocks.

"Kiss me, baby," he groans.

I lay out on top of him and taste his mouth. Our kiss is hungry and desperate. We kiss as if it's our last day on earth because, for all we know, it could be.

Our throbbing cocks and heavy balls glide against each other. I can already tell I'm close. The way he's kissing me is going to send me over the edge. It's filthy and wet. I feel delirious as I climb closer to the peak. Crushing me to his chest, he bites down on my earlobe before tensing and spraying cum all over my dick and his stomach.

"Fuck Eden, I'm so close."

I gather cum in my fist to further get myself off. The feel of Eden's warm cum creating extra moisture sends me tumbling over the edge seconds later. My body tenses, and my vision blurs as I coat him in my own release.

Every inch of my body feels tight and tingly, like I could burst with a prick of a needle.

As the grinding of our hips subsides, I kiss him once more, rolling my tongue sensually around his at a leisurely pace. His large hands squeeze my arse, spreading my cheeks and palming them roughly as he moans into my mouth. The cool air flows against my pucker, making it twitch. It's titillating, but I resist the urge to grind against his leg and go for round two. Easing my heavy limbs off him, I reach for an abandoned sock and wipe our mixed release off his stomach and our cocks. I lay against Eden's side, my head resting on his broad chest and my arm curled around his trim waist.

"You're quiet. Are you ok?" Eden cuts through the silence.

I swallow hard, thinking about my breakdown and dark thoughts in the back of the Mercedes. Part of me wants to tell him I'm not ok, but we still need to get out of here. There's no point in burdening him with my twisted thoughts. I've already caused him enough worry and suffering. I can face all that once this is over.

I clear my throat, "I'm fine. It's just been an intense 24 hours."

Eden tips my chin up so I'm forced to meet his eyes.

"Baby, tell me what happened."

I relay my horrific journey, and Eden listens intently while drawing hearts and other symbols on my back with his fingertips that I can't quite decipher.

"What happened while I was gone? Did you see Emiliya? Is she ok?" I ask.

His brows furrow and his mouth draws into a harsh line.

"She's fine. She came back not long after you left, but they had her on another job a few hours later. I guess we're down one person, so it makes sense. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm up next."

Eden avoids my eyes and tightens his grip on me.

"What else happened? There's something you're not telling me."

There are a few moments of silence before he looks up and gathers a deep breath before releasing a shaky exhale. Heaviness sits in the centre of my chest as I wait for what can only be bad news.

"Jeremy came to bring me some food earlier, and he's a mess. Dr Evil really did a number on him. He could hardly walk, and his face looked like it'd been repeatedly hit with a hammer."

Sick climbs up my throat as I imagine what Jeremy had to endure because he showed us kindness. I reach for Eden's hand, squeezing it tightly and bringing it to my lips to place a featherlight kiss on his rough knuckles.

"I tried to speak to Jeremy. I told him he could escape with us, and we won't report him. He listened to what I had to say. I think he was considering it, but then he left without a word."

"Fuck, I feel terrible. I know Jeremy's part of this fucked up operation, but there's some good inside of him, I can tell. But at this point, I think he's a lost cause. He's had enough opportunities to help us escape and free himself. I think we'll have to figure this out ourselves," I say softly, knowing that isn't what he wants to hear.

We lay in deafening silence for several minutes, and I rag my brain for an idea of how to escape. A depraved thought hits me, and I almost debate not telling Eden, but I know it might be our only option.

"Eden," I murmur.

"Yes, baby?"

My chest squeezes, and my stomach flutters. Maybe it's from the term of endearment, or perhaps it's because of what I'm about to suggest.

"Jeremy's weak right now. Maybe we should attack him when one of us goes to the bathroom."

Eden sits up, pulling me with him so we're face to face. He grimaces at me. He's not violent, and neither am I, but we might have no choice. He swallows, and I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he mulls it over.

"Ok, and then what?" Eden asks.

I sigh in relief and intertwine our fingers, pinning him with my eyes.

"When Jeremy isn't looking, I could tackle him from behind. When he falls, I'll hit him, I don't know. Grab his gun, maybe. He always has it stuffed in the front of his jeans. I'll threaten him with it, get the keys, release you and Emiliya and then we'll climb out the window."

Eden frowns and bites his lower lip.

"No," he says sternly, shaking his head.

"What do you mean no? We don't have any other option," I snap while keeping my voice low in case someone can hear us.

"You're not going to be the one to attack him. I will. If something goes wrong and he manages to reach his gun before you do, he could—"

He doesn't finish his thought. I know the risks and am willing to take them to get us out of here. I need to give Eden his life back, and I need to figure mine out.

"It's not up to you to make that decision, Eden," I say, unable to hide the irritation lacing my tone.

"I don't know if you've noticed Kai, but I'm double your size. I have a better chance of taking him down. I won't let you do it."

"Alright, fine, Hulk. No need to brag."

I roll my eyes and the side of his lip quirks.

"Don't worry, you'll play your part. When he's waiting for me to use the bathroom, you'll distract him. Turn on that charm."

Eden pinches my earlobe, making my cheeks heat and any annoyance disappears.

"You think I'm charming," I say with a wink.

"I think you're insufferable."

I gape at him and widen my eyes.

"But you're my insufferable bastard," he says playfully, with a twinkle of hope in his eyes—something I haven't seen in days. I want to keep it there.

The butterflies in my stomach retake flight. I have no idea why Eden wants to keep me, but he can, at least for a little longer. I release his hands and grab the side of his neck, pulling him in for a firm kiss.

"And you're mine."