But I couldn’t be saved either. I wanted to stay down here in the dirt where the world was for the taking. We were different, we made our own laws while reaping blood and making deals in death. When the men in this place looked at me, I saw myself reflected back, and it made me feel like I belonged somewhere at long last.
His grip on me tightened as he boxed me in against the wall of the pool and that dark in his eyes grew all kinds of restless as he tensed like a man standing on the edge of an abyss. His jaw ticked and his cock ground against me again, giving me wicked ideas and things to wonder about before he snapped his eyes shut and moved his hand to grip the edge of the pool instead of my body, inching himself back just enough to break the connection between us while I practically panted for him.
“If you can swim one length of the pool alone, I will make you come all over my fingers,” he said in a low voice and excitement rippled through my chest even while he stood there fighting his demon.
I launched myself past him, swimming for the other end of the pool with determination dragging through my being. Water flew everywhere, huge splashes spraying up around me as I kicked and swam like a mad thing. I moved faster than I had so far, and a grin split my cheeks apart as the end of the pool loomed ahead of me.
“Niall,” I spluttered, catching glimpses of him lying on his sun lounger, his eyes still firmly fixed on the sky without a care in the world between the giant splashes of water flying up around me. “Niall!”
“Go on, chica loca!” Mateo called to me, igniting pure sunshine in my chest.
I can do this. I’m Flipper the dolphin. Derrick the dogfish. Spongebob Squarepants.
I lost sight of everything as water exploded around me, but I kept moving, my hands reaching for the wall and suddenly I had hold of it, whooping loudly and finding Niall sitting up on his lounger watching me.
He had a smile dancing around his lips, but he scowled the second he caught me looking.
“Next time, keep some of the water in the pool, yeah love?” He shoved to his feet, striding inside without a backwards glance and failure fell over me like a weighted blanket.
Mateo came up behind me, capturing my waist and pressing a kiss to my throat, making me instantly forget about the grumpy Irishman who was rarely pleased with me.
“Now he’s gone and done it,” he growled as he drove me back against the wall and made me moan softly in anticipation. “Left you alone with the Devil.”
Mateo kissed his way up to my ear, the feeling of his mouth on my flesh making my lips ache for the same attention before he stole a gasp from me as he knocked my thighs open with his knee, gripping the edge of the pool to hold me in place as he unbuttoned the bodysuit to give himself full access and drove his fingers into me.
“We have to hurry,” he said, a dark warning in his voice. “While I still have control of the demon in me and before the bastardo comes back.”
“Aye aye, captain,” I said breathlessly, his fingers pulsing in and out of me as his thumb tormented my clit.
I bit into his shoulder as he crushed me there against the wall with his huge body, his mouth nipping and torturing me but never meeting my lips as I tried to kiss him. Oh how I wanted to kiss him. The denial of that sweet pleasure was enough to make my chest ache even while his hand worked to destroy me so beautifully.
I was so close to bliss already, teetering on the edge of fun town as my hips bounced in time with his hand. He pushed another finger inside me, making it a hattrick and I moaned as he stretched me, leaving me hovering on the edge of pain. But I liked the edge of pain, it was a place where I danced barefoot howling to the moon.
His thumb moved to an endless, delicious rhythm against my clit and as I started to come, Niall’s voice bellowed in my ears.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he roared and suddenly electricity was pouring from Mateo’s body into mine, his fingers zapping my pussy in all the right ways and making me come even harder.
I couldn’t keep quiet even if the Devil had commanded it. I cried out, my head tipping back against the wall and Mateo continued to pump his fingers like a man possessed to fulfil this one deed even as he growled through the pain of the shock collar.
The water carried the charge all over my flesh, my nipples hard and aching as the electricity crackled across my body.
“Holy tits, Batman,” I said breathlessly as I came down from the high and the electricity finally subsided.
Mateo was gripping the wall tightly, pain written into his face as he sneered up at Niall.
Niall’s hands suddenly knotted in my hair and he hauled me out of the pool by it, dragging me away from Mateo and wrapping me in a huge towel which he must have brought out for me.
“Bad little psycho,” he growled and I swear for a second, I felt the huge length of his cock driving into my ass before he shifted back enough that I couldn’t be certain.
He led me inside and I glanced back at Mateo as he climbed out of the pool, dripping water and looking like a model as the water streamed down his bare chest and he offered Niall a murderous glare.
“Get inside, ya fuckin’ donkey,” Niall barked back at him. “Or I’ll leave yer shock collar on full blast for an hour and see if your heart can take it.”
Mateo trailed after us, smirking at me like a heathen and I swear the demon inside of him winked at me like it had barely even begun with me yet. Niall yanked my head around to face the way I was going as he marched me along like a prisoner of war.
“No more games with my captives,” Niall warned in my ear. “You’re my apprentice, under my command. If you wanna be a fully-fledged killer, then you’d better keep your legs closed and stop bewitching Mateo with yer pussy. Got it?”
I didn’t answer, not agreeing to any such thing. My pussy was a free entity, a bird on an updraft riding the wind. I couldn’t contain her wants and needs any easier than I could contain a fox in a box. And after I’d just fallen at the mercy of Mateo’s fingers and Niall’s zappy, I was only thinking about one thing. How and when I might get to do that all over again.
“I’m gonna have to cut down on your distractions,” Niall muttered to himself, pushing me towards the stairs. “Go up there, shower and think about what you’ve done.”
“With pleasure,” I said excitedly, running away upstairs with a giggle.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Niall shouted after me, but I just laughed harder as I slipped into the bathroom, peeling off my clothes and diving into the shower.
By the time I returned downstairs dressed in neon blue leggings and a matching crop top, I’d gotten myself off twice with Niall’s soap and had a smug grin on my face.
My grin fell away as I found Niall tying Angry Jack to an armchair, his head slumped forward like he’d just fallen prey to a zappy.
“What are you doing?” I hurried forward, but Niall stood upright, snatching a machete from the table beside the chair. Mateo dragged me away from him as if he really believed Niall would get slicey and dicey with me, but I knew he would never do that.
“Well I can’t kill, el burro, because I need the information in his head, but this one’s got nothing but a bunch of bluebottles buzzing around in his brain.” Niall smiled like a clown, turning to Jack and I screamed, lurching out of Mateo’s grip and running to my AJ.