THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 16

Silence.

Loud, uncomfortable silence that stretches on.

Connor shot me a look then to all the soldiers still left on the table. It's a stare that speaks a silent oath but also a warning. They nodded their heads and the movement can be missed if I weren't looking intently.

After a moment, he tilted his head upwards to focus on Roman.

There was a flicker of something akin to alarm on his face but it's gone within the blink of an eye. Like I have somehow imagined it.

Maybe I had indeed because Connor...he had been with me for a long time.
Dare I say my whole life inside the German military.

Multiple times, he saved me.

In a way, he's the older brother I never had and the twins spouting these confusing questions doesn't connect a dot at all.

These implications are messing with my train of thoughts.

Maybe that's the purpose of this all, to confuse me, twist me against my own but I shook my head, refusing to fall to another one of their lies.

Of course, they delight in torment and I'm neck-deep in it. I am tormented between hating and wanting them.

They had already claimed my body. Now, they are after the rest...to take all of me, soul and all to wholly possess.

But I refuse to succumb.

"The truth..."Connor drawled, unbothered by the gun trained at his face.

"The truth that when the colonel finds what you did to her daughter, death would be a mercy"

With each words, he moved closer towards the pistol, tempting Ronan to abandon the rules and shoot him.

Goading Roman into killing him. Each move slow and calculated.

However, he had underestimated the sadism thrumming on the twin's veins. The control Roman kept on a tight leash. Freeing and losing it only when his cock is buried inside me and he's groaning my name.

"Or the truth that you need a viagra to get her wet. Which truth do you like, hurensohn?"

A muscle jumped on Roman's jaw. His finger straining on the trigger but with a grit, he lowered the gun and spun the bottle. His hand is visibly trembling with rage which he momentarily placed on the table.

Spin.

Stop.

Shoot.

Another one down.

His movements turning monotone in the dim light as if he can't just wait to get this over with but he needed something to happen first.

Meanwhile, Ronan licked a path to my cheek. Not needed to be told to fuck me because the next minute his fingers went on my aching breasts and began to knead.

I whimpered.

"You're one to talk considering you never even touched this sweet cunt. Tell me, Connor did you ever make her slick that it's so easy to slip inside her?"

Ronan taunted, strumming my clit when another stretch of silence followed.

But there's something amiss with his tone. There's that constant playfulness of Ronan being Ronan but there's something too...like...wrath.

Suppressed rage as if they can't wait to get rid of Connor if only he will just serve his purpose.

What's his purpose though...