Chapter 23

Zailah

The sun shone, which took away some of the autumn chill. I blinked at the bright light. I couldn't remember the last time I saw the sun, but I was glad to leave the laboratory. The only memories I had within that room were horrid. Seeing the old doctor made me want to smash his face into a bloody pulp.

“Why do you have such a bloodthirsty look on your face?”

This was why I hated being chained to Remus. He watched me like a hawk and never missed a single thing. I needed to learn how to keep a passive look on my face. Irrespective of his delusional thoughts about me, I intended to be free, and I couldn't do that if he kept me chained or collared me. This limited my options, and I needed him to trust me long enough for me to stab him in the back, preferably with a silver knife.

“No reason,”

I said with a shrug.

“You're a terrible liar,”

he said, shaking his head.

“I was thinking about how much I wanted to hurt that old bastard. There, are you happy?”

I spat out at him while I tried to push his arm off me.

“You can do whatever you want with him once he has completed his job,”

he said, tightening his arm around me.

I peeked up at his face, but he wasn't joking.

“What if I wanted to do the same to you?”

His lips tugged up onto one side, forming a crooked smile that made my heart beat faster. He had a decisively evil look in his eyes.

“You can try,”

he said before looking at me. “But be prepared for me to retaliate. There are so many different ways that I would love to torture you with.”

My jaw dropped at his words. I didn't know why I was shocked at his words.

“Hang you upside down and fuck your face. Tie you to a bench and fuck your asshole until it is a bloody mess. Whip your cunt until you beg for my dick, or simply tie you to a bed for days on end and edge you. Yes, I like the last one. You would do anything to cum by the time I was done with you,”

he said with a chuckle. “Please come at me with everything you've got.”

He always knew how to rattle me because now I was thinking of all the things he could do to me and how I might want to try them before I stabbed a knife into his black heart. I wasn't taking any chances with a knife to his back.

We walked around the rundown gardens of the property, and I was surprised to see how tall the fence was. I couldn't believe that I’d jumped over it.

“Your wolf, how did you control it?”

he asked as he scrutinised the fence.

“I don't know. I guess we had the same purpose, to escape,”

I said, keeping my answer vague because I wouldn't be telling him about the vision I’d had about my Mum.

“You were pretty impressive for a second shift,”

he said grudgingly, which amused me.

As we walked, he talked about how he became a werewolf, his past and his businesses. It made me uncomfortable that he had a strip club, but I didn't know why. I wasn’t as forthcoming about my life, and I didn't mention Emma or Charlotte because he was unpredictable, and I didn't trust him.

“I will need to speak to my work at some point,” I said.

“There is no need. You emailed them and quit while you were in a coma,”

he said casually.

I clamped my lips together and decided to stab him repeatedly in the dick when I got the chance.

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I nervously entered the aeroplane, and the thought of human trafficking came to mind since I didn't have a passport with me. When Remus put a hand on my lower back, I almost jumped.

How much profit would he make selling a werewolf?

“The flight isn't too long. There is no need to be nervous,”

he said as he guided me towards the seating area.

He had no idea what I was nervous about. I glanced around the interior of the plane. The decor was unlike any I’d seen before. It was all dark brown and black with some strategically placed lighting, which didn't make it feel as claustrophobic. I was about to sit down when he gripped my wrist.

“Don't do anything stupid,”

he murmured.

I swallowed and nodded. He had removed the chains for this trip, and I knew it was a test. I needed him to trust me.

“Bend over the table and lift your skirt up,”

he said making me freeze on the spot.

“No,”

I said, but even as the word slipped out of my mouth, I thought about his long, hard cock.

“If you don’t, then I will do it for you and force my dick up your asshole so violently that the pilot will hear you scream,”

he whispered.

I gulped and bit my lip before I looked at the polished black table with black leather seats on either side. After taking a deep breath, I did as he asked, and he lifted my skirt up before I could.

“Spread your legs,”

he said huskily.

Now I knew why he had given me these clothes to wear today.

A stewardess walked on board, and I tried to pull my skirt down, but Remus held it up. I closed my eyes because the brunette woman looked as if she had a tiny dainty ass.

“You can go about your business,”

he said to the woman while I choked on my saliva.

I felt him tear my thong off before he slapped my ass. The sound seemed to vibrate around the aeroplane. He rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy.

“Bad girl. You’re wet but not dripping. Don't tell me you're shy,”

he said before he brought his hands to my blouse and tore it wide open.

I was still trying to see where the stewardess went when he peeled the cups of my bra down. He pushed my head down on the table, forcing my cheek on the table so my face wasn't squashed. I was startled when my eyes met the stewardesses. She looked just as startled as she looked at Remus and bit her lip. I tried to get up, but Remus was too busy fingering my pussy while trying to crush my skull against the table.

“Two glasses of scotch,”

he snapped at the other woman.

I could do with some booze trying to cope with Remus and his outrageous behaviour. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. My ass was out in the open, and my pussy was on display while he continued to finger fuck me.

She returned holding two glasses in her hand with the amber liquid. She placed one beside me on the table and handed one to Remus. Before I could reach for my glass, I felt liquid trickle down my ass and onto my pussy. He continued to spill the whiskey on me while he plunged his fingers in and out of me.

He released my head and removed his fingers, only for me to feel his face between my thighs as he began to lick my pussy and asshole. The stewardess's jaw dropped as she watched him eat me out. I felt more whiskey being poured on me before Remus groaned.

“The best way to taste my whiskey,”

he said before he licked up my pussy before he pushed his tongue into my hole.

My fingers clawed at the table as I closed my eyes. He slowly ran his tongue upwards and began to probe my ass.

“No,”

I gasped as my eyes flew open.

“No?”

he asked as he began to rub his fingers around my clit.

My legs trembled as my pussy grew wet then he pushed his tongue against my hole. I clamped my ass as tight as I could.

“Don't worry, I will get to that tight little asshole,”

he said with a chuckle. “Would you like a drink?”

He was still rubbing my clit and pussy as he stood up behind me.

I reached for the glass, but his fingers left me to take the glass from me. When I glanced back, I saw that he was swirling his fingers in the glass. With the stewardess forgotten, I watched him take a sip from the glass before putting it back on the table. He leaned down and held my neck and head.

My confusion vanished when I realised what he wanted to do. I closed my eyes again and opened my mouth until I felt his lips against mine. His lips parted, and I felt the warm alcohol being transferred into my mouth. Some of it dripped out and dribbled down the side of my face.

When I opened my eyes, the stewardess was red-faced, and envy radiated from her. There was animosity in her eyes as she looked at me.

“I need another sip,”

I said to Remus while I glared at her.

“Bring me the bottle and leave,”

Remus said to the stewardess in his usual hostile manner.

The plane began to move.

I guess we wouldn't be seated or have our seatbelts on.