Forest's Fall (Captive Hearts Book 3)

by Ellie Masters

  In my life, I'd fucked a lot of men. They often left me physically satisfied but otherwise empty. Paul stunned me by the sensations which flooded my body. The thoughts filling my mind turned me into a heathen, but something else stirred deep within me.

  My emotions struggled to be free.

  I would fight. With every fiber of my soul, I would fight. But could he be the one? The elusive man physically and mentally stronger than myself?

  His chiseled chest expanded with each breath, drawing my eye to his breastbone and the well-defined planes of his pecs. Tanned and toned, his skin glowed with sun-kissed brilliance. His abdomen popped with the perfection of a six-pack I wanted to run my fingers over, explore with my mouth, and delve into every delicious groove with flicks of my tongue. The V-line angling down from his hips promised carnal pleasure beneath the waistband of his shorts, and I wanted to taste him. Even if that put me on my knees. My thoughts spun in a lusty haze as his biceps flexed, and his broad shoulders bunched.

  I wanted him to best me. Not on the mat. Not in a fight. But rather where it mattered most…in my head.

  Leather creaked behind me, as Snowden shifted. Sara sat on the far end of the couch, silent and locked within her head. I hated how Snowden forced her to watch. I despised what she must think when I allowed others to abuse and degrade me. But I would rather her watch my shameful displays than endure them herself.

  Whatever it took.

  For as long as I could endure it, I would spare her that pain.

  "Do you like what you see?" Paul broke the choking silence.

  His deep voice did things to me. It tunneled under my skin and shot along my nerves, where it lodged at the base of my cock with an insatiable need. My arousal grew beneath his command, and I welcomed it.

  His hiss, and the sharp intake of breath which followed, made me smile. He liked what he saw. That shouldn't please me, but it did. It meant I wasn't the only one affected by this charade.

  I dared not smile and show Snowden how much I wanted this, but damn if I couldn't wait for Paul to make his move.

  "Come here." Paul jutted his chin forward.

  There was no way to hide my raging erection, so I didn't try. I stood before Paul, feet centered beneath me, pulse pounding in my ears, and breaths accelerating as my arousal grew.

  I ached to touch myself. To fist my cock and give it a good tug, but I resisted that urge, waiting for Paul's next command.

  "Look at me." Paul swept his hands down his body. "You want me, don't you?"

  My gaze hardened.

  Sex had no room for idle conversation. Snowden talked during sex, lording his control over me as he forced me to accept the daily violation of my body.

  "What I want is irrelevant." Uncharacteristically, my voice broke. I tried to control myself because I very much wanted this. "You won, which makes me yours. Do as you will."

  Paul's gaze cut to Snowden. "I would say you're most definitely not mine. You're a plaything given to me to do with as I please, but you're most definitely not mine. "

  The way he said mine punched me in the gut and stole my breath.

  His eyes narrowed. "I doubt any man has bested you. They haven't earned that right, have they?"

  It scared me how he saw into the core of who I was.

  Snowden's breaths pulsed behind me. I spared a glance over my shoulder and regretted it immediately.

  The monster had pulled his pants down. He fucked his fist, hips rocking with each thrust. He watched us size each other up. We hadn't even touched each other, and Snowden was already far gone into seeking his release.

  And Sara? Poor Sara had to watch it all.

  Disgust rippled through me. The only thing keeping Sara alive, keeping Snowden's men from raping her, or Snowden from touching her, was his belief that he had bested me, and her quiet acceptance of it all.

  Paul and I prowled around each other, testing each other's strengths with verbal sparring, but it looked as if Snowden would finish first. His face bunched with exertion. His lips pressed into a hard line, broken only by rapid panting as his fist pumped his cock.

  When I turned my attention back to Paul, he surprised me with an uplifting of his eyebrow, followed by a shake of his head. The barely perceptible expression came as a shock. Paul was one of Snowden's men, one of the guards assigned to torment me, but I sensed caution in that singular look.

  Behind me, Snowden's huffs deepened then broke apart as his release took him over the edge.

  The guarded expression in Paul's face changed, hardening again. Only this time, I saw it for the mask it was.

  Paul hated Snowden.

  How did I know that?

  Snowden's breaths heaved in and out. He snapped his fingers, and a female slave I hadn't noticed came over to clean his mess using her hair and her mouth. My stomach twisted at how easily he degraded us all.

  But not Paul.

  Paul was not a slave. He was a trusted guard who watched over Sara.

  What was I missing?

  "You two going to stare at each other or fuck?" Snowden's acidic tone pulled me back to the matter at hand. "I'm surprised, Paul. I thought you wanted Forest. Isn't that what you told me?"

  "Yes," Paul answered immediately. "But I thought you'd want me to wait so you could watch."

  "Oh, I'm watching." Snowden gestured to the girl lapping his cock as she cleaned the cum from his body. "Watching the two of you together is fascinating. I don't know who is going to pounce first." He made a vague gesture toward Paul. "It's not like you to hesitate."

  "Oh, I want him."

  "Then what are you waiting for?"

  "You said I could have him, however I wanted."

  "I did."

  "I want him…privately."

  "We're not taking this to your room. Fuck him now and get it over with."

  "You misunderstand. I'm taking him."

  My eyes widened at the way Paul spoke to Snowden.

  Snowden tilted his head and let out a cackle. "You want my sloppy seconds?"

  "You have him in the mornings. I want him at night. I want his pain. I want him to know there's no escape. Whether serving you, or serving me, he's nothing but a plaything we pass back and forth, and I want the girl."

  My jaw clenched. "No one touches the girl."

  Paul canted his head. "No one but you."

  Rage burned within my gut, and my fingers curled into fists. I launched at Paul, intent on murder.

  "Stop!" Snowden's shout slammed me to a halt.

  My hands pulled back from Paul's throat, and the bastard grinned at me.

  "That will cost you, boy." Snowden snapped his fingers. He pointed to the floor.

  I fell to my knees and folded over myself as fear coursed through me. I crossed a line, and I would pay.

  Please, don't hurt my angel.

  I couldn't speak those words. They would encourage Snowden to do precisely that. I chastised myself for losing my shit. Anger, along with the rest of my emotions, was something I'd bottled up and shoved deep inside. It was the only way I survived each day.

  I couldn't react if I didn't feel.

  Sara didn't move. My attention shifted to her, and Snowden's gaze followed.

  "The girl's off-limits, son. Forest and I have an agreement, don't we boy?"

  "Yes." I ground out the word. "No one touches her."

  An agreement?

  We had an understanding.

  If he so much as laid a hand on her, the next time he had me in his bed would be the last. I wouldn't think twice about snapping his neck, and there would be nothing his guards could do about it.

  He'd gotten lazy.

  As I surrendered more and more, he excused the guards from his room. It was just him and me, and I let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

  Snowden moved his hard gaze to Paul. "The girl is not to be touched."

  Paul shifted beside me. "But what about him? I want him."

  "You can have him. You won that right."

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nbsp; "I want more than this." Paul didn't seem concerned about overstepping his position. He spoke with the assurance Snowden would give him what he wanted.

  "Forest belongs to me."

  "Of course, but when not with you, he belongs to me."

  Snowden gave a dismissive wave. "If that's what you want, then fine. He's yours."

  "And the girl?"

  "The girl is not yours."

  "He behaves best when she's around. I want him, which means she needs to be there."

  Snowden laughed. "He behaves perfectly for me, but I see your point. You probably need that leverage."

  "Then, we agree. I can have him whenever I want?"

  A look of irritation crossed Snowden's face. "If you insist."

  "And the girl?"

  My fingers curled again, but I resisted the urge to punch Paul in the throat. I could only cross so many lines before putting Sara's life in jeopardy.

  "Put her in a cage or tie her to the wall. I don't give a fuck what you do with her, but don't touch her. That's non-negotiable. Do you understand?"

  "Got it." Paul's gaze shot to me.

  Snowden pulled at his chin. He slid further down into the couch, spreading his legs and grabbing the girl by the head. Forcing her head into his crotch, he closed his eyes.

  "Fuck him, already."

  The girl's head bobbed as she worked on raising Snowden's flaccid cock. I knew his stamina, and the bastard needed a lot more than these few minutes to recharge. I didn't envy the girl her task.

  Paul came to stand in front of me. He rubbed his hands together. "You need this, Forest. Let me show you how much."

  I stood before him, insanely aroused, but growing more confused by the second. That confusion made it impossible to keep hold of my rage.

  "You're going to give me what I want." Paul ground the words out as he reached for my cock. Without hesitation, he took me in hand. His voice lowered for my ears alone. "I'm going to take this from you now, but imagine how good this will feel when you give yourself to me later."

  My eyes closed as I fought the sensations filling me. I'd had men jerk me off before, but I'd never had a man hold me like this. There was no hesitation in Paul's hand. He stroked me like he already owned me.

  He leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Close your eyes. Imagine you're somewhere else. It's just you and me with my hand on you, taking control, and giving you what you need. Let go, and I'll make this feel incredible."

  His thick musk infiltrated my nostrils. I breathed him in, and a little piece of me died inside because I wanted to do exactly as he said.

  But I wasn't someplace else.

  I was a prisoner and a madman's plaything.

  "If you ever touch Sara…" My breathing hitched, and I let out a low groan as he pulled sensations from my body I wasn't willing to give. My hips bucked, overcome with the urge to rut.

  "I have no intention of touching her unless that's what you both want. She's yours, but you're mine. Do you see how that works? Imagine the two of us fucking you? I know you've thought about it. My cock sliding in and out of your ass while you fuck her cunt." His fist tightened and damned if his filthy words didn't nearly tip me over the edge. My hips bucked, thinking about what he said.

  "I want you." His words were barely above the threshold of my hearing, but the rumble of his voice penetrated my chest. It lodged someplace deep within me. "Imagine taking her while you give yourself to me."

  "Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Her." My words came out in short staccato bursts.

  "The only way to keep her safe is to keep her with us. Do you understand?"

  All I could imagine was the three of us in bed. Now that Paul planted that seed in my head, I couldn't move past it. Sara's soft moans as my dick slipped into her wet heat. Her breathy sighs as I glided in and out. The softness of her breasts as I sucked on her nipples. The hardness of Paul's chest as he bent over me. His fingers working my ass. The burning sting as he shoved inside. The movement of three bodies finding a rhythm as we chased the unimaginable.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I grabbed his arm. I needed to slow this down. I needed to stop the madness. Fuck, I needed to come so badly it was insane.

  "Let go." Paul's sharp command pierced the lust-fueled thoughts clouding my head.

  Without a thought about what I did, my fingers let go. Paul resumed his punishing stimulation of my cock, expert fingers raking along my turgid length, thumb rubbing the sensitive nerves just beneath the head.

  "Shit…"

  "That's it." Paul cupped my balls and gave a squeeze. "You see it now. Give it to me. Give yourself over to me."

  Sparks gathered at the base of my spine and shot to my cock. I wasn't going to come. I was going to fucking explode.

  "It's just a body." I gritted the words out and ground my teeth together.

  "No, Forest, it's my body. Give yourself to me."

  I tried to deny his words, ashamed this one act could undo me to such an extreme. It was nothing more than a fucking handjob. He was fisting me to orgasm. That was it.

  Nothing different than any of the men before.

  Nothing different.

  Except for how it felt.

  How I felt.

  And what I wanted to happen next.

  My gaze dropped to his chest. It felt less personal to stare at the chiseled perfection while he stroked me to toe-curling oblivion.

  His grip tightened. His hand moved up and down my shaft, and I huffed against the pleasure building within me. Stabbing heat gathered in my groin, a frisson of need melded with my disgust for how easily this man drew pleasure from my body.

  Ashamed of the release moving too fast toward inevitability, I tried to stare through him. This man was going to ruin me. I fought against the insane need of my hips to jerk and rock against Paul's hand.

  "Don't fight it. Surrender to me, let this happen." Sin dripped from his mouth, and I wanted to kiss him.

  Devour him.

  Come for him.

  I fisted my hands and tried to resist the orgasm barreling toward me.

  "God, you truly are magnificent." Paul held me with an expert touch, stroking and stimulating until my entire body vibrated beneath him.

  I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want him to win what felt like a battle of wills between us, but I couldn't stop the freight train of sensations racing to my cock.

  I tried.

  God, I tried.

  I'd never had normal sex. It had always been a measure of unhinged aggression tempered by my fear of going too far. My childhood had not been kind. I'd been forced without my consent into situations no young boy should ever experience.

  There was nothing salvageable about me. The thoughts inside my head corrupted any chance of a healthy sexual relationship.

  I could never have sex with Sara. I knew that now. She was too soft, too fragile; I would break her with my corrupt needs.

  But a man?

  A man with a firm grip who pulled and tugged and…dear God, Paul's hand felt terrific. My toes curled, and I rested my head on Paul's shoulder. I leaned into him and sank into the sensations he pulled from my body.

  He cupped the side of my head and placed his cheek alongside mine. He stroked the skin along my jaw with reverence. There was no cruelty, but rather an aching tenderness which made the rest impossible to bear.

  Paul shifted his stance. The long, hard ridge of his erection pressed along my hip. His lips pressed against my cheek, firm, grounding, soul-shattering.

  "Do you see what you do to me? The need I have to fuck you? Give me your pain, Forest. Let me bear it for you." Soft, melodic, he spoke in a tender whisper, hinting at an intimacy we might one day share.

  Snowden couldn't hear, not above the pulsing of my breaths and the low moans spilling from my mouth. I was a rutting beast, desperate for the climax Paul promised. Despite the show for Snowden's sick pleasure, Paul accomplished the unimaginable. He allowed me to believe this was a moment shared bet
ween just the two of us. Everything around me disappeared except for him.

  A rush of heat filled my groin.

  There was no stopping the flood of sensation crashing through me. My hips bucked, and thick ropes of my cum splashed over Paul's abdomen.

  He glanced down, then slowly ran his finger over the sticky mess. His eyes were on me as he lifted his finger. Slowly, evocatively, he slipped his finger in his mouth, tasting me. Then he withdrew it and pressed the tip against my lips.

  "Open for me. Taste how delicious you are on my skin. Imagine how wonderful it'll be when you finally give in and take me into your mouth."

  He left unsaid that I would do so willingly. Not that I cared. Not anymore. I would have him, and he would have me. We were a force of nature that couldn't be stopped.

  I nodded, agreeing to his words.

  Paul sealed my promise and pressed his finger to my lips.

  While I couldn't see Snowden, he watched us. My role in this was to obey without question, and that's exactly the show I gave him.

  Paul inserted his finger into my mouth. I licked the tip and sucked, licking his thumb the way I would suck his cock. Paul's eyes widened, then his expression shifted, not in victory but something more profound. There was eagerness, anticipation, physical need, and affection.

  I didn't know what he expected or how I was supposed to respond. Retreating into myself, I let everything fall away.

  Whatever happened would happen.

  There wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it.

  If Paul wanted my surrender, he had it.

  I couldn't fight it anymore.

  Snowden said he would break me, but Paul made me fall apart.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Sara

  Forest collapsed into Paul’s arms as he came. I wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion from the fight, or the intensity of his release, or some combination of both. He wouldn’t look at me.

  Each passing day had taken him further from me as he slipped away inside that head of his.

  How could I help him if he refused to speak to me?