Page 52 of Hellebore

“I’ll go to Lucille’s…” I say quietly.

“That’s not going to happen.”

He reaches into his pocket and before I can run, his arm wraps around my waist and I scream. His other hand presses a cloth over my mouth and nose. It’s sweet and floral.

“It’s time, Briar,” he whispers against my ear, voice dark velvet and smoke as my knees buckle. “I’m taking you to Hellebore.”

“What—” I manage, the word slurring as darkness rushes in.

The last thing I feel is his strong arms catching me as the world fades to black.

Chapter Fifteen

DRYSTAN

5 Hours Before

The car roars as I merge onto the interstate, devouring the dark miles toward Hellebore.

Why the fuck is he there?

I had one rule. One single rule while I rotted in that cage: No one enters Hellebore. And he broke it. I don’t care if he’s my father. He never cared that I was twenty-one when he forced me to take the fall for him.

Five fucking hours of black road stretch ahead. I keep one eye on the live feed and the other on the empty highway.

On the screen, Briar stirs.

She’s still on the floor, naked, legs slightly parted. Her hand drifts between her thighs as she watches the video of me devouring her. A soft, broken moan slips from her lips. My grip tightens on the steering wheel until the leather creaks.

“Not now, baby,” I growl under my breath. “Fuck me.”

My cock hardens instantly, straining painfully against my pants. I lower the music, turn up the volume on the feed, and let her desperate little sounds fill the car. I can’t drive three hours like this.

I yank my zipper down and pull my thick, pierced cock free. The silver bar at the head is already slick with precum. I wrap my fist around the base, stroking slowly at first, feeling all the piercings, matching the rhythm of her fingers circling her clit on the screen.

“Oh God—” she whimpers.

I snap my head back against the seat, jaw clenched, stroking harder. My abs tighten. Veins bulge along my forearm as I pump my cock in time with her frantic movements. The wet sounds of her fingers sliding through her soaked pussy mix with her soft, needy moans and nearly make me lose control.

On the screen her back arches, thighs trembling. I hear myself in the video growling “Fuck” and she comes undone hearing it.

That’s all it takes.

“Fuck, Briar—” I snarl, stroking myself brutally fast. My balls draw up tight, muscles locking, and I come hard with a guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum splatter across the steering wheel and my fist, pulse after pulse, until I’m breathing like a beast.

I slow the car, pull onto the shoulder for a moment, and grab a clean cloth from the glove compartment. I wipe myself and the wheel clean, chest still heaving.

She’s lying on the floor now, flushed and dazed, eyes closed, lips parted.

Beautiful.

I start driving again, speeding up, the dark road blurring beneath me.

On the feed she finally stands, pulling on an oversized shirt. Then she begins tearing her apartment apart, searching frantically for the cameras. She finds the decoys, the one in the couch, above the TV, in the bedroom lamp. She misses the real ones completely.

I smile behind the wheel, slow and dark, watching her frustration build with every empty corner she checks.

Good girl.