Lost Highway(22)

I remove and fold my shirt before setting it on the work bench along with the key for the chains. Sitting on the ground, I wrap one of the metal cuffs around my left wrist. Odessa watches me, still standing on the stairs.

“Come latch my other wrist.”

Odessa hesitates before finally obeying. Once I’m chained, she steps back and wraps her arms around her body.

“You did this,” I tell her. “This is your fault, so you need to fix it.”

Confused, Odessa only watches me. Her inability to understand infuriates me, and I jerk against the chains.

“You wanted comfort. You did this to me, and now you need to fix it. I can’t think with this fire inside me. You need to make it stop.”

Odessa shuffles closer and leans forward, so her soft hair drapes my face. “Does it need to be this way, Quill?” she gently asks.

“I want to hurt you,” I growl. “The heat makes me want to tear apart the world.”

Resting her hands on my shoulders, Odessa lowers herself onto my lap. Her inner thighs nuzzle my hips while her hands slide from my shoulders to my chest.

“Make it stop,” I whisper.

Her mouth covers mine, sucking at my lips. I squirm at the feel of her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. The feel of her hips rolling against mine sends a blistering wave of rage and desire through me. I don’t know how to respond to such powerful sensations. I bite her bottom lip, but she only pulls away and kisses my forehead.

“Quill, do you remember when we first met? How you came out of the woods like a ghost and swept me off the ground as if I were a feather?”

Her words mean nothing in my mind saturated with hunger. I can’t think of anything besides I need her to fix what she broke. Despite my insanity, I understand how her tone promises relief. Her lips on my cheeks are rainfall against my overheated skin.

“You are so powerful. Nothing can hurt you,” she promises even though her very existence is destroying me.

I want to tell her how much I hate her for making me feel so out of control. Her lips cover mine before I can speak. Soon, her fingers linger on my chest before reaching for the button on my pants. Bucking, I want her off of me, but Odessa refuses to stop.

Once her fingers wrap around my scorching hard flesh, I’m blinded by pain and pleasure. After years in this place, I’m undeniably lost.





Chapter Twenty-Three


Odessa



Quill howls with relief when his body releases a lifetime of pent-up need. I stroke him as his body erupts, sending liquid heat over my fingers. My other hand presses against his chest, holding myself steady over his writhing body.

Tears burn my eyes when I see Quill this vulnerable. Unable to understand his body’s desires, he’s innocent in a way I can’t fathom. Death he knows, yet tenderness remains a mystery.

I can’t bear to see his primal expression. Or how his wrists bleed from his frenzied movements. Quill remains part beast even after he softens in my hand. The orgasm brings him no relief, and I know I can’t unchain him yet. He’s out of control. If I freed him, Quill would likely kill me.

Never could I redeem my soul after letting Athena die. I hated knowing I got to live when she didn’t. My pleasure was always a cruel joke and worthy of punishment. Much like Quill punishes himself now. He doesn’t do it out of guilt but from innocence that he shouldn’t possess. I can never fix what I did to Athena, but I’ll find a way to save Quill from the madness I see in his eyes.

My mouth welcomes his cock. I hear him growl in anger at how his body betrays him. He wants the desire to disappear. He needed relief, but once won’t be enough after a lifetime without.

His shaft swells, hardening as the head presses against the back of my throat. I steadily suck at him, wanting him to find a release. Quill yells my name, and I look up. He’s enraged at his body’s reaction. Or he doesn’t like how I use my mouth on him. I don’t know what he wants. The never chatty man is barely verbal now.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, stripping out of my clothes.

I straddle him and guide his hard flesh between my legs. Quill instantly yanks at the chains, wanting free. I don’t know if his hands would caress my body or tear me apart. What I do know is his furious expression turns angelic once the head of his cock enters me. The more of him I take, the more relaxed his face becomes. His body only wants carnal pleasure, yet the terrified man inside Quill needs reassurance. He finds it when I whisper to him while our hips move together.

“You’re the only one,” I tell him. “The strongest man I’ve ever met. You’re so powerful and handsome. You always protect me.”

Quill watches me. His face is tranquil, though his eyes remain wary. I don’t blame him for fearing me. No doubt he hears lies from the voices, just as I do. They probably warn that I’ll destroy him by making him weak.

“They’re jealous of you,” I whisper in his ear while my * sucks hungrily at his flesh. “The voices want to be strong, but they’re weak. They want to be you, but they failed. Don’t listen to them.”

Quill hears the reason in my words, but I still see fear in his gaze. He doesn’t want to be locked up. He hates the lack of control. Pleasure and violence mix inside him, and he doesn’t know what he truly desires. Killing me might feel as amazing as f*cking me does.