The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Eighty-Two

"There is only one reason you aren't bent over the counter, Blue," Charlie's hand tightens around my neck, "and my patience is wearing thin."

I know the reason, and it's unfolding in this labyrinth.

When he burst through the French doors, firmly planting himself before the closest exit, I lost my footing. It wasn't long before I was in his arms, sinking into the familiar scent of his cologne. Greedily, I inhale it, hoping to commit it to memory.

It won't work.

When I'm away from him again, it won't capture everything I feel when I'm near him. Charlie Hendrix is meant for first-person experience and I'm an idiot to believe anything else. Still, I can't stay.

"Did they hurt you? Did Bane touch you? If he did, I'll hunt him down an—"

He cuts himself off as the entire enclosure shudders. Bits of ceiling break into pieces, showering my escape route with piles of thick concrete and wood. Sadly, I'll need to find another way out.

"Keep looking at me like that, princess, and see what happens. I'm at the end of my rope and I haven't felt your cunt in weeks...."

Those brilliant blue eyes of his hold mine captive. They're wickedly seductive, clinging to my every move as I squirm in his embrace. Unfortunately—fortunately—there is no way to escape.

I'm trapped between him and a square column, sequestered from the mess of groaning, gunshots, and violent ends on the other side of the estate. Are the others with him? I can't tell and I can't get my mouth open to speak.

Ruefully, I clutch the wrist of the hand imprisoning my throat, and moan as his other hand slips under my shirt to tug my nipple.

"Do you have any idea how we felt when we found you gone? When we couldn't find you?" His next pull steals my breath and I grunt, whining as his hips push his hard cock against my stomach. "How about when you sent those ridiculous transfer requests?"

When I don't answer, his hand engulfs my breast. He palms it, massaging until I'm desperately clinging to him. I want more. I need more.

"Hmmm...? No words for me, princess? No explanation for cutting us out of your life?"

All thoughts of revenge flee from me. The only thoughts I have revolve around us in a private space and his dick inside of me. I should be raging. I should be fighting,

But, stupidly, I can't think why.

"Did you really think we'd leave? Did you really think there was anywhere on this Earth you could go and we not follow? You belong to us and we belong to you."

He speaks those words so casually as if it erases the past. Why was he here? Had they come for me?

Or was he here because of the unfinished business? Did Jasper understand I would never tell him a damn thing, but Charlie holds my broken heart? This was far worse than sitting in a dark room.

I'd easily go back without a complaint to avoid this sticky situation and the sickly feeling roiling my stomach.

"Blue?" His voice teases. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

Stiffly, I nod.

"Then you shouldn't have a single problem with following my instructions. If you don't, the next time I catch you—and I will catch you, princess—I won't let you come until I'm damn good and ready. Do you understand?"

When I don't answer, his hand leaves my nipples and flattens between my breasts. Slowly, he drawls it downward, trailing along my abs, my belly button, and the belt affixed at my waist. A soft clink echoes as he pops it open, undoes the button and zip on my jeans.