Reap (Scarred Souls, #2)(53)

Pain so strong tried to shoot down my spine. I bowed my back, but my cock thrust harder in Talia. It felt too good to let the pain in. I panted. My chest heaved and I gritted my teeth as my head ached. My body fought against both pleasure and pain. I couldn’t take it, couldn’t take the confusion.

Snapping my head back, I released a rage-fueled roar and, gripping the back of Talia’s thighs, pushed her on her back, my cock still fixed tight inside her cunt. Talia shouted in surprise as I smashed my chest against her breasts. Eyes forward, my arms tensed and braced at each side of her head. I slammed forward, Talia’s legs wrapping tightly around my waist.

My nostrils flared with the severity of my thrust and I shook my head trying to fight the pain.

Below me, Talia moaned. I built up speed, the bed smashing off the wall. Talia’s hands grasped my hair. She forced me to look down.

Sweat was dripping down her chest, strands of her blond hair slapping against her flushed face. Her eyelids were cast, and her mouth was slightly open. I slammed into her even more.

I squeezed my eyes shut when her gaze met mine. Shame ran through me. I was being too hard. I tried to slow, but Talia’s hands gripped my arms.

“Fuck it out of you, zolotse. Take from me what you need.” I fought to control the urge to f*ck her hard … then I stilled as I heard what she said, zolotse, my gold.

“Zolotse…,” I murmured, getting harder still off the endearment. Talia’s face flushed red, but her brown eyes never moved from mine. Zolotse.

My head fell to her chest. Talia’s hands pushed through my hair. I panted and tried to rid myself of my rage, my confusion, my frustration, but I couldn’t. It wouldn’t go.

Then Talia’s mouth moved to my ear and she whispered, “Use me. Use me to rid yourself of the rage, take it out on my *.”

I stilled, and at her words, my cock swelled until it hurt. “Talia,” I growled.

“Do it, Zaal. Take me, zolotse.”

At the use of that word, something snapped inside me. Seeing the open look on Talia’s face, I broke. Tensing my neck, I thundered out a groan and plowed forward, Talia raking my back with her sharp nails.

I tucked my head into her neck, her scent enveloping me. And I took. I rammed into her over and over again. Possessing her. Owning her. Talia whimpered and moaned, but her * tightened like a fist and our skin burned with heat.

“Zaal…,” Talia moaned. “Yes, baby, f*ck me.”

My cock swelled at her words. Talia’s breath shortened. Her moans grew louder and louder. Her head threw back, her back arched, and her * clenched my dick.

My cock twitched. I couldn’t take anymore. Gritting my teeth, I threw my head back, and stilling, my muscles strained, I came so hard I gasped for breath. My body shook as I flooded Talia’s cunt. Then I slumped to her chest, our bodies drenched with sweat.

Since she’d freed me from my chains, we spent day and night together like this. We f*cked, but gentle and slow. This time I lost control. I felt weak. I was weak. The images in my head were making me weak.

Lifting my head, I looked into Talia’s eyes. My heart sank. Her brown eyes were wide and weary. Her cheeks were red with how hard I’d taken her.

Racked with shame, I pulled out of her. I lurched backward until my back hit the wall. I stared down at her lying there on the bed, my seed dripping from her thighs. I dropped my head in my hands.

I’d hurt her.

I never wanted to hurt her. But my head. I couldn’t control my head. I couldn’t stop the pain.

Feeling the bed dip, I froze when Talia’s soft hand smoothed across my chest. I kept my head down as her finger traced over my identity tattoo. 221 … 221 … 221 … I was 221.

I sucked in a breath. I knew who 221 was.

He was a killer.

He was Master’s killer.

He was the man that lived in chains and darkness.

But Talia called me Zaal. I did not know who Zaal was. A man freed from Master, a man with unexplained dreams and nightmares. The man who craved to be near Talia.

But there was more.

I could feel there was more, more to know, to understand.

Hearing Talia inhale a long breath, I felt her fingertip run along my knee. I raised my head. Talia was staring at my tattoo, then her glassy eyes drifted to meet mine.

I lifted my finger, and ran it over the smooth skin of her arm. “Who am I, Talia?” I asked, my voice broken. “Who is ‘Zaal’? I don’t know who he is.” I breathed in through my nose and pressed my hands against my head. “It causes me pain. I am in pain.”

Talia’s face contorted as though she was in pain too. But she finally nodded as if she had decided something, and moved to the table beside her bed. She picked up the object she called a phone.

Her back curled inward and I saw it shaking. Then suddenly she spoke. “Luka,” she said quietly, “I need you to come here now, and bring Kisa with you. It’s Zaal. He’s ready.”

*

Talia sat on the seat beside me. Her hands were fidgeting in her lap. She was nervous. I took a deep breath as we stared out of the windows, the sea waves crashing against the shore. I closed my eyes listening to those waves, imagining my feet in the cold sand, the breeze wrapping around my body and the sun shining on my face.

My eyes snapped open as I instantly thought of my dream. The boy laying in grass, his brother beside him. I shook my head from the memory. If I thought too hard the pain would return.