Chapter 5

FIVE

My father’s letter hangs over my head the entire day. I barely slept the night before, debating his meaning and trying to figure out where he is, but it’s no use. Clearly, he thinks I can, but I’m drawing blanks.

Not only that, but he ruined the family meal we were having, the atmosphere becoming tense afterwards. All that laughter disappeared into stone-cold determination. We put the house on lockdown, and now we are taking turns to sleep and patrol.

I feel responsible. He wants me, while the others are merely in his way. I know how he thinks. He will hurt them to get to me, so I need to figure out his riddle before that happens, but my mind is blank, hence me beating up the punching bag.

I’ve been down here for a few hours, beating the shit out of this bag and taking my frustration out on it.

I did my patrols this morning, and after lunch, I came down here, and here is where I will stay until I can figure it out.

Sweat pours from me, my black plaited hair slapping my shoulders with my movements. I watch the others come and go, checking on me, before Nico stops the bag and jerks his head. Without a word, he takes a fighting stance, and we spar. There is no laughter, teasing, or flirting.

We don’t hold back, trying to hurt each other. Both of us are annoyed, frustrated, and feeling useless, so we take it out on each other until he pins me with my leg thrown over his arm, his other arm banded across my throat as his lips tilt up in victory.

His dark eyes shine with triumph before desire sparks in his gaze, something neither of us will act on while so much hangs over our heads. “Better?” he asks as he releases my leg.

“Not really,” I admit, closing my eyes as my head hits the mat. “I can’t find him, Nico.”

There’s a sharp inhale. “Nova—”

“No, don’t comfort me. I’m failing. He basically fucking spelled out his location and I can’t find him! I can’t even save my own fucking family or protect you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” His hand covers my mouth as my eyes snap open, filled with fury, and meet his own angry ones. “This is not just down to you. Even if you knew where he was, we wouldn’t let you go. It’s not on you to save the world, Nova. When will you realise that? Think it through. Your father loves to play games, and this is just another one. We were playing along unknowingly, and enough is enough. We don’t play anymore. We break his fucking rules and play by our own.”

“How?” I murmur against his palm.

“We change it up and do the unexpected. He wants us to find him and expects us to react to the threat, so instead, we’ll lie low. We’ll wait and watch, and when it’s time, we’ll kill the bastard. Stop putting the world on your shoulders and locking yourself down here. It’s not good.”

“It helps,” I mutter.

Sitting up, he holds out his hand. “I know, but we worry.” He smiles. “Plus, I’m sick of dealing with Jonas. It’s your turn.”

Laughing, I let him haul me up, and together, we go back upstairs. I have a new pep in my step. He’s right. All this time, we were playing my father’s game without even realising it, and I refuse to walk into another one. Instead, I’m going to play my own game.

He wants a perfect soldier? He’ll get one.

It will be the last thing he sees.

* * *

Days pass the same way, filled with patrols and silence as we work hard to figure out the riddle. We are all determined to work through this. I try not to take it all on my shoulders like Nico said, but with each day that passes, the darkness inside of me grows.

I become restless from the sense of impending doom we all feel, and even Ana is affected.

She’s been working around the clock, going through his notes with D and Louis. Nico, Jonas, Isaac, and I take most of the patrols, knowing they need as much time as possible to come up with answers. No more letters arrive, but the first sits proudly on the table.

It’s a mocking reminder.

I’m lounging in my bedroom, debating what I could do to pass the time before I’m on patrol, when there’s a knock at the door. It opens before I answer, and Jonas ducks inside, laughing to himself. I smile, knowing whatever he’s up to will be trouble. Tilting my head, I watch him as he turns, and then my eyes drop to the object tied around his waist.

“Where the hell did you get a strap-on?” I demand as Jonas models it for me.

“Unimportant.” He smirks. “The question is, do you want to play?” He wiggles his eyebrows as I continue to stare at him, a slow smirk curling my lips.

Getting to my knees on the bed, I crook my finger, and he walks up to me. “You want me to fuck you, Jonas?” I purr, dragging my hand up his chest and gripping his neck. His eyes flare, and his lips part in hunger as I tighten my grip. “Is that right, baby? You want me to shove this massive cock up your ass and fuck you with it?”

“Baby, I want you every way I can get you.” He groans. “Ride me, use me, fuck me, claim me, do whatever the hell you want. I’m yours.”

“Is that right?” I purr, leaning up until my face is level with his. “How about we test that out, shall we?” Dragging my lips along his, I bite the bottom one before falling back with my arms and legs spread. “First things first, we need that cock nice and wet, don’t we, baby?”

The smile he gives me is wicked. “That we do, so be a good girl and come all over it for me. I want your cream in my ass while you fuck me.”

“Make me,” I taunt, tilting my chin up.

With a flick of his wrist, he produces a huge knife and advances on me. He presses one knee to the bed and with his eyes on me, he cuts through the thin material of the biker shorts I wear. I don’t flinch, not once, and the heat in his eyes only grows. As he drags the sharp edge of the blade across my exposed stomach, I quiver under his lethal touch. My eyes drop to track the movements as it wiggles under the edge of my sports bra.

“I love it when you look at me like that, all needy and demanding.” He groans. “I love it even more when you’re all marked up for me.” With a quick twist, he cuts my bra away, and it flutters to either side of me, freeing my breasts. Groaning, I arch my back, offering them to him.

My frustration turns into desire. It’s what he wanted, and what we both need to keep us occupied.

The hard edge of the metal slaps one of my nipples, making my eyes close as I cry out. Desire surges through me as he teases my nipple into a stiff peak with the cold edge of the blade, only to do the same to the other.

“So pretty, so needy, you love this, don’t you, baby? You love the threat. You love that you never know what I will do next.”

“Yes.” I groan, arching higher, begging wordlessly. My thighs clench together and rub for friction.

One of his hands delves between them and rips them open as he drops between my splayed thighs, the cool rubber of the cock pressing against my overheated, wet pussy. He lays it against me as he toys with me, the sharp edge of the knife circling my nipple.

His hips move slowly, nudging the strap-on across my pussy until the blunt edge hits my clit with each shallow thrust. Pleasure builds within me as my eyes snap open and meet his wild gaze.

Glancing down, I see the pink marks across my breasts from the knife, and I can’t help but moan and reach for him, but he slaps my hands aside. “I’m playing, behave,” he snarls, “or I’ll turn you over and slam this cock into your ass instead.”

Huffing, I drop my hands and roll my hips to grind against the fake cock, the rubber warming with my body until we find a quick rhythm. I hump it as he plays with my breasts, tweaking my nipples until they are sore and achy from the attention, but he still doesn’t stop.

“Nova, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful. I love you like this, begging for me to make you come. You are all soft curves, hard edges, power, and muscle, and yet you are so pliant for me, wet and wanting. You’re such a good girl when you want to come.” He groans, moving faster as he winds me higher and higher.

“I fucking love you. I knew it the moment I saw you, but I fall harder each and every day. Our life is going to be like this, baby, with me coming to you with toys and you dripping to play with them. Fuck everyone else. Fuck normal. This is us, baby, and I’m loving it, so be a good girl and come for me so you can bend me over and I can feel you fuck me.”

I writhe below him, jerking with my pleasure, and it causes the blade to slip. The quick slice across the top of my breast makes me scream as my release slams through me, leaving me gushing over the rubber cock. Jonas snarls, and while I’m still fighting the aftershocks, he shoves my thighs open farther and thrusts the fake cock inside me.

My hands scramble at the bed, gripping it as I try to move away, but his arms pin me in place as he starts to move, fucking me with the toy. I tilt my hips until it hits that spot inside of me that has me crying out wordlessly.

“Fuck, baby, look at you, taking these ten inches so well. You’re getting it nice and wet for me. Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. You love this, don’t you? Love me fucking you with this dildo. Love coming all over it for me, knowing you’re going to use it on me.”

“Jonas,” I purr, reaching up to grip his shoulders. Tearing at his shirt, I pull him down and slam our mouths together. He kisses me hard and wild, our tongues tangling. It’s sloppy and delicious as he works between my thighs faster, deeper, and harder, making me lift my hips rapidly to keep up. The wet slap of our bodies is loud as he takes me, and the bed creaks with the force as he rips his mouth away. His lips are puffy and red from my attention, and his eyes are crazed as he slaps the knife across my heaving breasts. Groaning at the sight, he does it again and again. The sharp sting fades into a pleasurable burn, almost sending me over the edge once more.

It’s only when I lift my leg and wrap it around his hips to take the strap-on deeper that he shows me he was only playing. His thrusts turn brutal, almost pushing me from the bed with the force. He snarls above me as he rains hits down on my breasts until it hurts too much and feels too good.

I scream his name as a release rolls through me, taking my senses with it until all I feel is pleasure.

When I come down from the high, I’m twitching and moaning beneath him. Leaning down, he laves my sore tits with his tongue before slowly pulling that huge fake cock from my body. Groaning at the almost painful feel, I lift up on shaky arms to see it dripping with my cum.

He slides his fist down it then drags it along my messy pussy with a moan. “Fuck, baby, you come so prettily for me.”

“I love you too,” I rasp as I push myself up, forcing my muscles into action even as my legs spasm from how hard I came. I tug him back down and kiss him as I roll my hips, sliding my pussy over the length to get it nice and wet. When I pull back, he’s panting harder. “Now be a good boy and get on all fours for me. You wanted my cock, and now you’ll get it. No safe words, no backing out. You’ll take it and love it until you come so hard, they all come up here thinking I’m killing you.”

“You better.” He reaches behind himself and something clicks before the strap-on falls off, then he stands. With his eyes on me, he reaches back and rips his shirt off, exposing his exquisite chest. “Keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’ll come before you’re even inside me.”

“We don’t want that, do we? Pants too,” I order.

He shoves his shorts down, his huge, hard cock springing free. Biting at his lip, he fists his length and strokes himself as he watches me.

Climbing onto shaky feet, I smack his hand away. “Uh-uh, the only way you get to come is with my cock in your ass, darling. Get on all fours now or I’ll make you suck it instead.”

He quickly drops to all fours, his perfect peachy ass pointed towards the door. Smirking, I quickly strap the cock on, liking how it feels. Moving towards him, I drop to my knees on the hardwood floor, ignoring the sting as I part his cheeks and rub the dripping head across his ass.

He jerks forward, so I grip a hip and pull him back. “Now I get what you mean. I love seeing you like this, begging for it and so easy to control. You want this cock inside you, babe?”

“Yes.” He groans, his head falling to the floor as he pushes back. “Please fuck me, Nova.”

“I didn’t hear that,” I tell him, dragging the cock across his ass as I reach down and palm his balls, rolling and squeezing them until he cries out. “Louder.”

“Fuck me!” he snarls. “Please, baby, fuck my ass and make me come.”

“Since you asked so nicely . . .” I release his hip and part his ass farther. “Now, just like you all say to me, relax and take it.” I slowly start to push the huge, wet length in.

He jerks, trying to escape, but I pull him back and work his tight asshole around the length a couple of inches before pulling out.

“I promise it will feel good, babe. Just relax for me and take it.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” He relaxes slowly as I work it back in again, a few inches at a time, until I reach down and palm his cock. I stroke and squeeze it to the point of pain, just like he likes it, until he cries out, and then I slam the cock all the way inside him. My hips meet his ass as he shakes below me, his cock jerking in my hand.

“Not yet, baby,” I coo, leaning down to kiss his back. “You’re doing so well. It’s all in. How does it feel?”

“Good, wrong, good.” He groans. “Move, please fucking move.”

Chuckling, I release his cock, grip his hips, and start to move. It is hard to find a rhythm at first, but when he starts pushing back, I get the hang of it. I pull out until just the tip is seated inside him, and then I slam back in as hard as I can. Each time I do it, he moans, and I see his precum dripping to the floor below as he fucks the cock, his arms and legs shaking.

He’s already so close and I’ve barely started.

“You like it, baby?” I purr.

“Yes, there’s a spot . . . Oh God, it feels so good.”

I make sure to twist my hips and hit that spot that has him screaming and clawing at the wood.

There’s a noise, and I turn to see the door opening. Isaac stands there, and his mouth drops open. With a confused chuckle, he starts to shut the door. “Nope,” is all he says and then he’s gone, so I focus back on Jonas, on fucking my lover.

Reaching down, I palm his cock and make a circle with my hand so he’s fucking into it as I take his ass. He whines, his precum spilling over my fingers as I speed up. He screams, and his cock jerks in my grip as his cum shoots out, spilling over my fingers and onto the floor. I see his asshole clenching around the cock as he yells, still fucking into my hand and pushing back onto the cock until, suddenly, he stills.

“J, did I kill you?” I tease, but he doesn’t reply.

Frowning, I pull the cock out slowly, hearing him moan, and then I flip him. His eyes are closed, his mouth is slack, and drool runs down his chin. His chest is heaving and covered in sweat, and his whole body shakes.

“Jonas!” I slap him, and his eyes slide open lazily.

“We are doing that again,” he mutters with a full body shudder.

Laughing, I unclip the cock and crawl into his arms. He tries to wrap them around me but they fall back to the floor with a thump. Kissing over his racing heart, I lie beside him, just soaking in his warmth. “Sure thing, baby, you can take my cock anytime.”