13. Kali

13

KALI

I t's the night before the auction, and the uncertainty of my future has me on edge. I sit in the dimly lit cell, my friends Alice and Luna either side of me. But none of us can speak, unsure what to say.

The cell door creaks open. Matias, Thiago, and Taren step inside. Taren approaches Alice, his expression unreadable. He grabs her arm and pulls her from the cell without a word. Alice's eyes are wide with fear as she's dragged away, leaving Luna and me behind.

Thiago turns to Luna, his dark eyes boring into her. "Time to go," he says.

Luna looks at me. Her gaze reassuring before Thiago yanks her to her feet and leads her out. And then it's just me and Matias.

He stalks closer, his movements predatory. I shrink back, my heart racing. "Please," I beg. "Don't take me too."

Matias pauses, his lips curving into a cruel smile. " My little rabbit," he purrs, caressing my cheek. I flinch at his touch, but he doesn't relent. "I've got special plans for you tonight."

Matias's fingers trail down my neck, and I shudder.

"No more games," he growls, his grip tightening. "Tonight, it's you and me."

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. "Why?" I ask. "Why are we being taken out of the cell?"

Matias's grip tightens. "No questions," he growls, pulling me out without another word and leading me down the familiar dark corridor. He stops at the metal door and takes me down the tunnel toward the forest. When it opens up, he doesn't stop moving.

I stumble beside him, my heart pounding in my ears as we venture deeper into the forest. Darkness surrounds us, and the trees loom overhead like silent sentinels.

"What's going on, Matias?" I demand.

Matias doesn't answer, his grip on my arm like a vise. The further we go, the more disoriented I become, the path twisting and turning until I've no sense of direction.

Finally, we emerge into a small clearing, and I catch sight of a sturdy-looking tree in the center.

Matias turns to me, his expression unreadable. "Climb," he orders, gesturing to a ladder leading up to a small house nestled among the branches.

I hesitate, my legs shaking. "What is this place?"

His eyes flash with warning. "I said, no questions." He takes a step closer, looming over me. "Now climb, or I'll make you."

Swallowing my fear, I ascend the ladder, my palms sweating. The tree house is simple but well-built, with a small, enclosed space at the top. As I reach the platform, Matias follows close behind, his presence suffocating.

Once inside, he bars the entrance, trapping us together. I back away, my heart thundering in my ears. "Matias," I whisper, hating the desperation in my voice. "What are you going to do to me?"

He moves closer. "I told you, no more questions." His hand trails his fingers down my arm, sending shivers through me. "I've got one night with you completely unrestricted…"

I detect the threat in his tone. "What do you mean?"

His smirk makes my stomach sink. "My boss has given you to me for the night."

I feel the blood drain from my face as his words sink in. He has me completely at his mercy for the entire night, with no restrictions. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my mouth dries.

"Why?" I ask again, my voice barely a whisper.

Matias steps closer, backing me against the wooden wall of the treehouse. He places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

"No more questions, little rabbit," he growls. His use of that nickname makes my stomach flutter. "Just be grateful I've got you all night before tomorrow."

Tomorrow. The auction.

After that, who knows where I'll end up or if I'll ever see Matias again.

As much as he terrifies me, I've grown disturbingly attached to him. I hate myself for feeling that way, but I can't deny the electric charge between us.

Matias leans in, his breath hot on my cheek. My heart hammers wildly. I want to push him away, but my limbs feel leaden.

"Please," I whisper, my voice cracking. "I'm scared."

He chuckles darkly. "I know you are, but not because of me. You're scared to lose me, aren't you?" His fingers trail down my neck. "You want me."

I clench my jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a response, but the heat pooling in my core betrays me.

Matias presses his body against mine. I gasp at the contact, my nerves lighting up despite myself. He brings his lips to my ear. "Admit it," he growls. "You're mine."

My breath comes in ragged gasps.

Who the fuck cares anyway?

Tomorrow, I'll never see him again.

"Yes," I breathe.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Matias's face. He has me exactly where he wants me, and as his hands and lips start to roam, I surrender, giving him control for this one last night.

His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I stifle a moan as his kiss becomes increasingly feral, his teeth nipping at my lips. It's rough and passionate, and I feel myself melting into him.

Matias's hands move frantically, tearing at my clothes. His kisses move down my neck, his tongue swirling and teeth scraping gently, sending shivers down my spine. I'm breathing heavily now, my body betraying me, aching for more.

He spins me and presses my chest against the wooden wall, his mouth trailing down my shoulder. I feel his teeth sink into my skin, and a wave of pleasure mixed with pain shoots through me. It's a heady mix, pushing me to the edge.

Matias's hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back. His mouth continues its descent, pausing to nip at my earlobe before trailing lower still.

He reaches around, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. My head falls back against his shoulder, and I give in to the sensations. And then he tears the ragged fabric of the dress I was provided apart, his tongue dragging down my spine.

A soft whimper escapes my lips when he sinks to his knees behind me, his hand slipping between my thighs to part them.

"That's it," he purrs. "Keep those legs nice and wide for me."

My legs are trembling as I wait. Suddenly, his tongue darts out and drags up my inner thigh, making my breath catch.

"I can see how fucking wet you are," he murmurs, blowing warm breath against my pussy and making me squirm. "Already aching for my mouth, aren't you?"

With this man behind me on his knees, my brain can't form a coherent response. Instead, I stand there trembling with anticipation.

His fingers skim my inner thighs, skirting closer to my pussy. "Such a good little slut," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "But you know what I do to naughty girls like you, don't you?"

"Wh-what?" I manage to breathe.

He chuckles. "I make them beg."

Before I can respond, his tongue finds my core, flicking lightly through my slit. I cry out, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through me.

His tongue dances over my soaking wet pussy, exploring every inch of me. I'm panting now, my head spinning as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper as he teases me relentlessly, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. "Matias, please..."I don't know what I'm begging for. I just need release.

"Just like that, baby," he urges. "Beg me to make you come."

I've got no shame. "Please," I breathe. "Please, I need to come."

"Not yet," he growls. "Not until I say so."

His tongue moves higher, and I freeze. His fingers slam into my pussy, and he teases my asshole with the tip of his tongue, making me cry out, my knees buckling. I feel his tongue swirl and probe, pushing deeper into my most intimate place. No one has ever touched me there. It's shockingly taboo, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"Oh, God," I moan, my hands grasping for purchase against the wooden wall. "Matias, what are you doing? "

"Tasting you, little rabbit." His tongue probes deeper, thrusting gently into my ass. "Relax and let me in."

I bite my lip. The sensation is strange but not unpleasant. His fingers are still moving rhythmically inside my pussy, in sync with the thrusts of his tongue.

His tongue delves deeper, swirling and flicking, pushing me closer to the edge. I'm panting now, my body on fire. "Oh, God, Matias!" I cry out, my hips thrusting involuntarily. "Please, I need?—".

He silences me with a sharp slap on my ass, the sting only adding to the pleasure. "Not yet," he growls, his voice thick and tortured. "I'll tell you when."

His tongue drives me crazy. It's wrong, so very wrong, but it feels unbelievably good. His fingers curl and twist inside me, finding all the right spots over and over.

My moans fill the treehouse, my body writhing with pleasure. I'm losing control, my hips moving in rhythm with his wicked tongue and fingers. I'm so close, teetering on the edge.

Matias's tongue thrusts faster, his fingers curling and stroking. "Come for me," he growls against my sensitive flesh. "Make that pretty little pussy come on my fingers."

His words push me over the edge, and pleasure explodes through me. My body shudders and bucks, waves of bliss pulsating through my core.

Matias groans as he feels me clenching around his fingers, his tongue moving from my ass to drink my come. "That's it, my naughty girl," he purrs. "Savor it because now it's my turn. "

My body is trembling from my orgasm when Matias returns to his feet and forces me around to face him. Without a word, he hauls me into his arms and crushes his lips against mine. I taste myself in his mouth, which only fuels the burning fire.

I want him. God help me. I want him so badly.

His hands are everywhere, tearing at his clothes now, desperate to get them off. My fingers work frantically at the button of his pants, needing to feel his skin against mine.

His mouth crashes down on mine again, his tongue dueling with mine. My hands roam his chest and his shoulders, dragging nails down his skin, eliciting a harsh groan from him.

Matias lifts me, pressing me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I'm breathless, desperate for more contact, more sensation.

His cock presses against me, thick and hard, and I yearn to feel it inside me. God, I want him inside me. Now.

Matias tears his mouth from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his eyes dark with hunger.

I tremble at his words, feeling anything but beautiful at this moment. I'm a mess of desire, my inhibitions stripped away. "I need you," I whisper.

Matias smirks, his hands sliding up my thighs. "I've been waiting to hear you say that, baby," he purrs, his thumb teasing my clit in circles.

I let out a soft whimper, bucking my hips against his hand. His other hand reaches down to guide himself to my entrance.

With a harsh groan, he sinks into me, filling me. We both freeze, our eyes locking. I can see the raw, primal desire in his dark eyes, sending a jolt through me.

He moves slowly at first, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting deep. I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist.

He groans at the sensation, his eyes hooded as he thrusts hard and deep, hitting that spot deep within repeatedly." Oh, fuck, yes," I moan, my head falling back against the wall. "Harder, Matias, please."

He obliges, his thrusts becoming increasingly powerful. The treehouse creaks in rhythm with his movements, the platform shaking with each thrust. The structure is so rickety I'm not sure it can withstand the onslaught, but I don't care.

Matias's mouth finds mine again, swallowing my cries as he plunders my body. I'm teetering on the edge, my body burning with need. "Matias, I'm close," I gasp, my hips bucking wildly.

"Come for me," he growls against my mouth. "Come on, my cock."

His dirty words push me over the edge. My body convulses around him, waves of bliss crashing through me. I cry out, my nails digging into his flesh as I ride out my release.

He groans, and his thrusts become more erratic as he chases his climax. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grits out, his eyes squeezed shut as he plunges into me .

I feel his body tensing, his thrusts becoming urgent. "Come with me," I whisper, my hands framing his face. "Let me feel you."

At my words, he throws back his head and roars, his release pulsing hot inside me. I tighten my legs around him, milking him through his orgasm.

We remain locked together, chests heaving, for several long moments. I feel his heart pounding against mine.

Eventually, he softens inside me and lowers me to my feet. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I see something in his gaze—something raw and vulnerable—before it's quickly shuttered away.