SICK HEART by Huss, JA (nice books to read TXT) 📗

to resist. So I’m lying back on his chest and Cort has my foot in his hand and—

I kick and wiggle, because it tickles. I laugh again. This time, I’m very sure the laugh escapes.

This makes Rainer stop and smile at me. Next thing I know, he’s looking back down at his work on Cort’s ribcage and Cort is dragging his needle over my baby toe.

Then everyone is laughing. Maybe even I’m laughing? But I don’t know what’s funny.

Cort bends my knee and holds my pinky toe between his fingers, presenting it to me like something special and precious. They laugh again.

I have to squint to make out the shape. But it’s moving all over the place like it doesn’t want to be seen. So I give up and just shut my eyes with a long, audible sigh.

And that’s three times that I know of. Three times I have made noises tonight.

I don’t make noises.

Then the boy—Evard. His name is Evard, I remind myself—he’s hissing, and moaning, and wincing, so I open my eyes to find Cort dragging a needle over the back of his neck.

But I can’t keep my eyes open long enough to see the artwork, and then I just give in to the Lectra completely, my mind spinning as I breathe to the beat of Maart’s heart, which is pounding against my back.

I am fucked up.

Maart’s fingers are caressing a long, lazy pattern up and down the side of my thigh. I open my eyes again and find Rainer is done now and Evard is whining and complaining. Rainer drags him towards an open door on the other side of the room and pushes him through, closing the door, locking it with a loud click, as he turns back to us.

His grassy eyes find mine. And then he crosses the room with a smile and kneels in front of me. Right between my legs.

Then two hands that belong to two different people open my legs up and Rainer lifts the skirt of my white dress up and out of the way.

I catch one more look at those bright green eyes and then he dips his head down and begins to lick me.

CHAPTER SIX - CORT

 

 

Anya’s entire body bucks up when Rainer licks her. She gasps, and I already know that making that little noise bothers her. Her silence goes way beyond not talking. She does not want to make any sound at all. Not a sigh, not a groan, and certainly not a moan.

Good luck with that, Anya. Good luck with that when Rainer’s mouth is between your legs. When his tongue is working its magic against your pretty little nub.

She hasn’t got a chance.

Rainer pauses and I grin at him. It has been a long time since we’ve done this and I suddenly feel great.

Last fight. Last fucking fight and I made it.

I’m done. We’re done.

And after we finish celebrating here tonight I have just one more training camp and I will have earned out. I will have bought my freedom. And I will be able to take Evard, Rainer, and Maart with me.

Do I feel a little guilty about leaving the others behind? Of course. But I gave up trying to save the world a long time ago.

Saving everyone would mean a dozen more fights. At least. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned about being on top it’s this: Someone is always coming up trying to take your place and the best time to quit is when you’re ahead.

If forced, I could probably win two, maybe three more elite-level fights. But anything more than that is just a delusion. And three more fights won’t be enough to make any kind of difference. Hell, one loss is all it takes to wipe everything I’ve ever done away. I will lose everything I’ve ever loved and sacrificed for if I don’t win.

Rainer and Maart can take care of themselves. They don’t really need me. If I die, they will make it. Somehow. But I won’t play with Evard’s future like that.

Rainer looks at Anya with those questioning green eyes of his. Then he pauses and drags the back of his hand across his glistening lips. “You gotta tell me yes before I go any further.”

Huh. This is new. But this Anya girl is very, very different than the kind of girls who end up in our room after a winning fight. When I look over at Anya I’m surprised she has her eyes open. She doesn’t answer his question. Just stares back at him.

Come on, Anya. You know you want it. Just tell the man yes and he’ll get back to business.

Maart, ever my trusty fucking mind-reader, pulls these words right out of my head. “Yeah, Anya. You have to give permission.” He caresses her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingertips. She’s practically lying on his bare chest. He didn’t get tattooed tonight and neither did Rainer, but they lost their shirts hours ago.

Hmm. What will our little Anya do? Nod her head? Whine for more? Grunt?

No. I smile big. Because our Anya reaches down, places the flat palm of her hand on the top of Rainer’s head, and pushes him back into position.

Maart and I exchange grins.

Clever girl. And horny. Though that might be the Lectra. But also so very, very committed to her fucking silence.

And I don’t know why, but I love that about her.

Maart’s turn. He wraps his arms around her, opens up her loose-fitting low-cut dress, and plays with both breasts as he dips his mouth down to her ear. “How about me? You want me to stop? I’m gonna need an answer if you want to keep going.”

He’s toying with her. Playing with her the way a cat plays with a captured mouse.

She stares straight ahead, eyes fixed on something on the far wall. One hand is still in position on Rainer’s head, guiding him as he licks her pussy. He must hit her sweet