Reluctantly, I brought my gaze back to his face, resolutely ignoring his hard dick and pumping hand. Cruelty flashed in his single eye, and his lips curled in a snarl as I hardened my own expression.
"Stubborn bitch," he spat, grasping the handle of the knife and jerking it out abruptly.
I screamed again, and he came. Hot, wet semen splattered my chest, my neck, my face, and blood streamed from the stab wound. Chase just grunted his satisfaction and smeared the mixture all over my tits with his dick. Then he jammed a finger into my bleeding shoulder wound to make me scream again.
"That's the sweetest sound in the world," he groaned, then pulled his finger out once more and brought it to his mouth.
My whole body quaked with pain and shock, and I couldn't drag my eyes away as he licked my blood from his hand. Then he climbed off the bed as casually as if nothing had happened.
"Let's try something new," he announced, picking up a tray from the floor. I hadn't seen him bring it in, but it was laid out with three syringes. "This is a really special cocktail. Created just for you, Darling girl."
He gave me a smirk, tapping the crook of my arm to bring up my veins. One after another, he injected the drugs while I tried my hardest not to slip into a panic attack.
I wanted to ask what the hell he'd just shot me up with, but it didn't matter. All asking would do was show my fear. And fuck that. So I kept my lips shut tight and my jaw clenched as he placed the empty syringes back on the tray and scooped up his knife from where he'd tossed it.
"Wouldn't want to leave this lying around, would I?" He chuckled, waving the knife at me tauntingly. "Don't look so worried, pretty Darling. I won't leave you alone so long this time. I want to fully experience this mix for myself."
With that ominous promise, he gave a mocking salute and slammed the cell door shut behind him. He'd left the lights on, though, which was a small mercy.
Dizziness swept through my head as the mystery concoction of drugs kicked in, and I let out a strangled groan. There was PCP in there for sure, but it wasn't as strong as the last dose. Or if it was, whatever else I'd been given was counteracting the numbness and dissociation. My body flushed with heat, and I steadily grew painfully aware of every inch of my skin—total opposite of how angel dust usually made me feel.
Wave on wave of warmth washed over me, making my breathing harsh and my chest heave. The tight leather straps holding me to the bed scraped my limbs distractingly, the sensation more intense with every passing second until it was all I could focus on.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes, and I tugged against my restraints. Fear of the unknown was spiking my paranoia worse than usual while high. Not knowing what Chase had injected me with...
The door opened some time later, and I groaned with frustration. What now?
"What did you give me?" I muttered, unable to hold my tongue. "I feel... weird." I rolled my head to the side, only to gasp in shock when my eyes focused.
"Shh," Zed whispered, holding a finger to his lips.
"Zed?" I croaked, then instantly remembered him telling Chase to shoot Lucas. But shit. No, that was a delusion; it hadn't really happened. "What—"
"Dare," he breathed, coming closer with an intense look in his eyes. "You've got to be quiet. I'm getting you out." He held up a key, indicating to my restraints.
I swallowed, searching his face. Was this real? Or just another hallucination? It felt real. But what did that count for? "Zed, you set me up," I murmured, shaking my head as much as I could. "You set me up. You were working with him all along. Why?"
"No, baby," he sighed as he quickly unlocked the small padlocks on each of the leather restraints. "No, I would never betray you. I love you, Dare. That was all Chase. He set it all up to make you think I'd stabbed you in the back."
Zed reached across to unlock my other arm but brushed my hard nipples as he did so. A low moan escaped my throat without my permission, and he paused.
"This isn't real," I mumbled. "This is just another psychotic episode. Chase drugged me, and this... this isn't real. You betrayed me. Nothing can change that."
Zed shook his head, looking upset, but continued unlocking my restraints. Still, I couldn't help arching my back and writhing when his movements brushed my skin. What the hell was wrong with me? I was like a cat in heat. Every damn touch, every glance...
"This isn't a delusion, Dare," he told me in a rough voice when I was fully unbuckled from my bonds. "Please, trust me. I'm trying to get you out of here before Chase comes back." He held out a hand, offering to help me up. But the underlying message was clear. He wouldn't force me. I needed to accept his help willingly.
"Please, trust me. I never betrayed you, Dare. I love you." His face was so full of sincerity, so honest and open... I couldn't fight it. I lifted a heavy arm and placed my hand in his.
The second our fingers touched it was like a match had just been dropped on petrol. I threw myself into his arms, my mouth finding his like a homing beacon. Our lips locked, and I gasped into the kiss as his tongue plunged deep, tangling with mine and damn near swallowing me whole.
My skin was still on fire, my heart racing like it was about to explode, and all of a sudden I couldn't focus on anything except sex. I wanted him so bad.
"Zed," I moaned as his lips moved to my neck and I bucked my hips in his lap. "Zed, I need you."
"We can't," he groaned, reluctantly pushing me away. "Dare, we can't risk it. I don't know how long Chase will be gone. It's more important to get you out of here."
I knew that. I knew he was right. But I just... couldn't focus. My breathing was rough and my nipples harder than diamonds as I pulled myself back against him. "Please, Zed. I need you so bad it hurts."
No. It was my shoulder that hurt. Fuck, it was agony. Dimly I registered the fresh blood flowing from the wound Chase had inflicted, but that was dull compared to the ache between my thighs.
Zed gave a pained groan as I kissed him again, and his hand skated down my body, finding my throbbing core. "Fuck," he hissed as his fingers delved into me, "you're drenched. You really want this, huh?"
Words failed me as I rode his hand. All coherent thoughts fled my brain. All the fear, the panic, the urgency of the situation... gone. The only thing I could focus on was the intense orgasm building from Zed's rough fingering.
"Zed," I groaned again, more insistently. He knew what I wanted; he was just teasing me.
He chuckled a couple of curses, then pushed me back down on the bed. "Okay, Dare. But we gotta be quick. I'd hate for Chase to come back and catch us like this." He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and showing me that he wanted it just as badly as me. "Lie back, baby, spread those legs for me."
I moaned, doing as he said. He hovered over me, his hands at my neck for a moment, but I wasn't paying attention. All I wanted was him to sink inside me. Fill me up. Fuck me until the crazy, insane, uncontrollable need was sated.
"Come on," I all but screamed. The heat was painful now. Like my skin was about to blister.
Zed hooked his hands under my thighs, pushing my legs wider as he lined up. Then he pushed inside, and I convulsed with tremors as I screamed.