Pawn (The Pawn Duet #2) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,48

breath, and to my relief, it doesn’t hurt even though my body wasn’t anywhere close to being ready. “Trust me,” Percy whispers again.

I want to trust him, but it’s hard with all the nonconsensual sex going on.

“We will have to inspect before we leave you to continue,” Daruis announces.

“Just hurry the fuck up, so I can fuck my new bride in peace,” Percy grates. His words are crass, but the way he’s looking at me when he says it makes him appear almost apologetic for being inside of me.

If Pike wasn’t going to kill him before, he sure as shit is going to kill him now.

Darius slides the blanket off of us, and Percy leans back so Darius can have a full view of penetration.

I’m shaking as Darius nods and then claps approvingly. “We have consummation.” The rest of the men clap as well, looking downright disappointed when Darius ushers them from the room as they hold their books over their crotches to hide their erections.

Percy tugs the blanket back over us and rests on his elbows beside my head. He isn’t touching me anywhere except for where our bodies are connected.

This wasn’t a consummation. This was an exhibition for a bunch of pervs. Although now that they are leaving, I have no idea what’s going to happen.

What if he wants to continue? To finish?

“Congratulations,” Daruis says as he leaves the trailer and shuts the door.

I’m about to reach for the knife under the pillow when Percy grabs my wrist. “Hold on,” he groans, pulling out from my body. He pushes his hand between our bodies once more and sits up on his knees.

And then he takes his penis off.

Wait, he’s taking his penis off!

“What the fuck?” I gasp as he tosses what I realize is a flesh toned dildo to the side of the bed. He then reaches between his legs. His face twists in agony as he removes a long strip of flesh colored tape, freeing his actual penis which was tucked up between his legs. “God fucking damn it!” he cries out, falling beside me on the bed and covering himself with the blankets. “I knew it would hurt, but holy shit,” he laughs as his eyes tear up from the pain. “It was fine until I saw you naked. I didn’t think I’d even get fucking hard, but I’m a fucking guy and ahhhh…it hurt so much worse.”

He sits beside me and covers himself with the blanket. His face is red, and his teeth are gnashed together.

“What the fuck just happened here?” I ask, pulling the covers over my naked body and sitting up.

“What happened was that a bunch of old pervs think I fucked my non-legal wife on the night of our forced fake-wedding,” he groans and takes a deep breath. When his pain ebbs, he turns to me. “Sorry if I hurt you with that thing. It’s the closest I could get to the real deal on such short notice.”

His eyes point to the dildo.

“So, you didn’t. We didn’t.” I sigh in relief and let my head rest against the headboard. The relief doesn’t last long. I snap my head to look at Percy who is breathing hard with a similar grin of relief on his face.

“No, we didn’t.” he says, sitting up next to me.

“But, why?” I ask. “Why go through all of this trouble? Why not just do it for real?”

“Because you can’t get someone to trust you just because you ask them to. Someone recently taught me that trust has to be earned.” Percy smiles. “And because I wanted to prove to them, and maybe even myself, that I’m not the monster they want me to be. Not anymore.”

“Thank you,” I breathe, suddenly at a loss for words while trying to understand this new revelation and what it means.

“So, what now?” I finally ask after a few beats of silence between us.

The window slides open, and a dark shadowy hand reaches over the ledge. I reach for the knife.

Percy picks his robe on the floor, wrapping it around his body. “What happens now is entirely up to you.”

“Who the hell is that?” I ask as large a man pulls himself over the ledge. I clamor to the far edge of the bed, clutching my knife and wondering why the hell Percy isn’t as concerned about someone climbing in through the window of his trailer.

Percy smiles. “Consider this a wedding gift.”

The light shines on the man’s arm, a rusted handcuff around his