Revolting
Chapter 80 -

Chapter Forty Two - The Interrogation (Sexually Explicit) Michael

It wasn't the first time in my life to be tortured. In fact, the blows that the rogue had landed on me had been inconsequential. I could see that his heart wasn't really in it. He didn't have it in him to beat a man who couldn't fight back. I spit blood at his feet and sneered at him. He was weak. And William? He refused to lay a hand on me. I'm not surprised, pretty boy was too superior for that. As I watched him now, I wondered what I had ever found attractive in him. I knew it was highly unlikely I would get out of this alive. I'd fucked up when I crossed the boundary. And my fuck up had cost the lives of four good men and one woman. I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes, leaning my head back against the pole. My pride, my ego, my mistake. I would take whatever punishment they doled out. But I'd be damned if I was going to divulge anything about my supplier.

And then they brought in their secret weapon. The tiny wood nymph with the red-blond hair. She looked so dainty and sweet and innocent, but there was a hard edge to her, a toughness I didn't expect.

She's a rogue, I reminded myself harshly. She is the enemy. Not to mention that she rejected me and humiliated me in front of the Ten, in front of William. It didn't matter, I couldn't take my eyes off from her. I couldn't stop myself from gulping in her sweet scent, like fresh baked sugar cookies. If I'm going to die, why not? Why not indulge myself in what little life had left to offer. Did my pride and my ego matter now?

She trailed her hands over my ribs, and I felt the fabled sparks fly through my chest, and seemingly straight to my groin. Damn it, this was worse than any punch, any kick, any silver wire. My body strained toward her of its own volition. My discomfort only seemed to spur her on, as her tiny little hands traced over my chest, her face a study in curiosity and fascination.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I growled out.

My little mate looked up at me, her expression full of impudence as she smiled slightly. "It looks like I can do anything I want."

She looked so sweet and innocent, but under all that was the heart of a femme fatale bent on bringing me to complete and utter destruction. She licked her full pink lips, and started exploring my body in earnest with her agile fingers. Everywhere she touched, my skin was inflamed. I wanted to be stoic, but my body betrayed me, my member growing and hardening painfully as she scraped her fingernails lightly down my thighs.

"I've never touched a man before,” she admitted to me, a little breathlessly, as she measured the span of my hips, and then ran her hands up, her thumbs flicking over my hard flat nipples. "Really," I ground out painfully. "You could have fooled me."

"Mmmm," she murmured, as though she wasn't really hearing me. She stood on tiptoe to stroke my biceps, making the muscles bunch reflexively. She tipped her head as though she were a curious puppy and reached for my face. Oh fuck me, her delicate touch on my face was the most erotic thing, yet. She traced my cheekbones, my jaw, and gently touched my split, swollen lip. I could only imagine what it could have been like, if only we'd been ordinary mates. If she hadn't been a rogue, and I hadn't been...

"I wonder what you taste like..."

She was so short that she literally couldn't reach my mouth, even on tip-toe. I cursed the bonds that prevented me from grasping her around her tiny waist and lifting her up to my level, so that she could taste my lips for herself. She wasn't deterred though, as her lips pressed just below my collar bone, and then her tongue followed, hot and wet, tasting the salt of my skin. She made a satisfied sound, and moved lower.

I'm pretty sure she had completely forgotten her original purpose of questioning me, and I'd forgotten everything. There was nothing in that moment except the most exquisite pleasure and pain of my life. I forgot my raw and bleeding wrists, I forgot the pain in my ribs, I forgot everything, except her. She was.... perfect. When she glanced up at me, I realized that the scar on the side of her face didn't detract from her beauty. I wanted to kiss it, to kiss away whatever painful memories it represented, but it was a part of her... and she was...

Her tongue lapped over my nipple, and my breath hissed between my teeth. While she nipped and sucked on one side, her fingers were playing with the other, pinching, scratching lightly. I moaned and strained, needing with everything in my body to touch her, taste her, crush her tiny body against mine and dive into her. But she was in charge, I was nothing but her helpless prisoner, and God help me, I loved it.

Her eyes widened as she slid lower, dipping her wet tongue into my navel. I never knew my belly button was an erogenous zone, but as her tongue flicked over the tight indentation, I nearly lost it. I was on fire, burning to death under her hands and her hungry little mouth. When I thought she had finally reached my cock and would put me out of my misery, she skirted around it, and sucked and nipped at the skin on my inner thigh instead.

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips then. "Woman... you are killing me..."

Her hands ran up and down my thighs, kneading the muscles gently. "Tell me what you want, Michael." Her voice was breathy and soft, I could feel it against the heated skin of my thigh, so close to my sex that my eyes wanted to roll back in my head.

"You," I groaned. "I want you."

"Me?" She sounded surprised. "The rogue bitch?"

"Yes!" I hissed. Fuck my pride, fuck my ego. I would do anything, anything to have her.

She reached up to the buttons on her dress, and took a step back, far enough for me to see her. She stared right in my eyes as she undid the first button, then the second. My breath came in gasps as the fabric parted, revealing more and more of her creamy white skin. She shrugged the open dress off her shoulders, and let it slide down her hips. She wore no bra. Her breasts were small and perfect, her hips slightly flared, her legs slender and graceful. She slid her hands over her own body, cupping her breasts. I gulped with difficulty, longing to touch her soft skin with my own hands, wanting to suck those perky nipples into my mouth, and suck until she begged me for release.

But I was the only one begging now. She came close, and pressed her soft body against me. Her skin was cool and silky smooth against my heated flesh. Her small breasts pressed into me, even as my hard-on was pressed against her abdomen. Jeezus, she was so damn small. She made me feel like a monster.

I was a monster.

I closed my eyes and let that sink in.

I would have killed her without a second thought.

She was getting her revenge now. Her hands curled around my cock. She was acting like a vixen, but there was still something sweet and innocent about the way she touched my body. She was exploring, satisfying her own innate curiosity. These were not experienced hands, but oh god, they were driving me insane. Her touch was too light, teasing me, touching me without satisfying me. Tracing the veins, the edges, the tip. I tried to press closer, increase the pressure, arching against the pole in desperation, but she only backed away.

And then she moved in with her mouth. Her tongue touched my sex experimentally, tasting for herself. She made a purring sound in her throat, and went back for more, licking me like an ice cream cone. And then she looked up at me, peeking through those long, dark lashes, licking her lips with promise. Her hand squeezed me lightly. "Tell me."

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"Ugh," I groaned. "Tell you what?"

Her finger slipped over the pre-cum on the tip of my cock. "Tell me the name of the lab."

I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to tell, I swear I had no intention. "Ryborg Pharmaceuticals." The name slipped off my tongue without my consent. She had bewitched me, and I couldn't deny her anything.

"Mmmm, good boy," she murmured. Then her sweet mouth was back on me, and I was lost. She had no technique, no guile, just soft lips, a hot wet tongue, and the mate connection that made everywhere she touched hum and sing with power. When the tip of her tongue traced along the bottom edge of my shaft, I stiffened and came hard, crying out.

She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, and shimmied back into her dress, pulling it over her head, and smoothly closing the buttons. She didn't look at me anymore. Her naughty little mouth was silent as she moved around behind

me.

I heard her hiss, and felt a sliver of her pain. She had touched the silver wires. She was loosening my restraints. Loosened, but did not release. She would leave the real work of escaping to me. Clever girl. My respect and appreciation for her grew tenfold. She turned and started to walk away.

"Wait," I called after her. "I don't even know your name."

She paused, glanced back over her shoulder. I saw sadness cloud her face, and her hand reached up and touched the scar. Then she straightened, squared her shoulders, and lifted her chin. "Hannah."

"Hannah!" I called, as she walked away from me, her back straight and proud. "I will come back for you."

She waved her hand dismissively. She didn't turn around again. "No, you wont."

She disappeared out the barn door.

"Yes," I said to no one in particular. "Yes, I will."