Page 23 of Point Proven
“Did you miss choking on my briefs?”
Panic bloomed in the center of my chest, my body instinctively recoiling with the realization—Stefan had found me. Thrashing against him, I reared back, my head colliding with the center of his face.
“Fuck! Little lamb,stop.”
Loosening his hold, his hiss burrowed beneath my skin as I ripped the fabric from my mouth. Gagging instinctively, I attempted to continue up the stairs, wanting nothing more than for Simon to hold me.
This was a bad dream. Ithadto be.
“SIMON!”
Nails digging into the back of my neck, he hauled me further from the one place I wanted to be. Slamming me chest-firstagainst the nearest wall, his body pressed flush against mine, and the hardness I felt earned an uncontrollable whimper from me. Thick, coarse rope tangled around my wrist, and with a forceful yank, my other joined.
“Liam?”
Simon.
Crying out for him again, my voice fractured, the fear strangling my plea. “S-Simon!”
Crashes sounded from the bedroom, curses mingling with a desperation I knew resided with his leg. He hadn’t put on the prosthetic; the effort of even getting out of the comfort of the sheets we’d tangled in was difficult.
“Stefan!” Simon screamed.
As if in response to his name, he rubbed his cock against my ass, licking the nape of my neck. “Did you wear this forme?”
“Stop…Stop!” I sobbed, struggling against him as I called for the only man I wanted. “Simon!”
“Sunshine, I’m coming!” His shouts permeated the thickness of the air, but the thuds that followed suggested his battle.
“Stop?” Stefan tugged at the towel, sliding his fingers along the edge. “Your broken man is upstairs hobbling while you’re writhing against the wall. You think I could fuck you before he shows up?”
A dry heave was my response, tears tumbling down my cheeks. Forcing my head backward again, his hand slammed against my skull before forcing my cheek against the wall.
“That wasnaughty.”
Curling his hand around the fabric, one yank was all it took to expose me. Brushing his fingers down my spine, he chuckled, exploring every inch as if memorizing what he’d missed.
“D-Don’t!” I yelped, thrashing even harder. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Your legs are trembling in want, and we’re going to enjoyeverymoment of those ten years you escaped me.”
It was not a desire. It was fucking fear.
The scream that carved itself from my throat left a coppery tang in the back of my mouth. He was going to take me from Simon… Simon, who couldn’t help me because he’d fallen asleep without his prosthetic, his fear of helplessness coming to fruition.
“Simon—”
Stefan shoved two fingers into my mouth, a visceral gag following. Curling them against my tongue, he snarled. “Stop saying hisfuckingname.”
With all the force I could muster, my teeth sank into flesh and bone without any remorse. Tensing even further, my bite force only increased with the determination to rid him of the two digits he attempted to defile me with.
“F-Fuck!” he screamed, ripping at my jaw with his hand.
Nails tore into flesh, my essence blooming to the surface, but I continued to hold with a strength that earned a satisfying crack. Iron flooded my senses as my sharpened canines burrowed themselves even deeper.
“Goddamn it!” Yanking at the ends of my hair, he used the momentum to crack the side of my head into the wall. “Fucking. Let.Go.”
Ignoring the building ache and blooming warmth on my temple, I shifted my hold just slightly to lock his fingers between my molars. One intentional grind of my teeth was all it took as I yanked his hand to the side, taking one finger with me.
