Breakdown by Jack L. Pyke Read Free Book Online

at any time?” said Morgan. “That’s a perfect square.”
    “
It just fucking itched
. I don’t know how I eased it.”
    “When, Jack?” said Halliday, softly. “Can you remember when it first started to itch?”
    I shrugged.
    “Before or after the rape. Before or after I saw you in hospital? Before or after you were forced to stop going casual with your photo to ease your OCD?”
    One damaged fuel pump. Two.
“After.”
    “At Mr. Raoul’s? Good,” said Halliday. “Can you tell me a little about Vince, Jack?”
    Life froze.

    “Is Jan here, Jack?”
    Yeah. I nodded, just a single shift of head that never allowed Jan’s eyes to fall off mine. Yeah, he was here all right.
    “You need to take control,” Vince whispered gently, “learn to fight back. If it helps, baby, hold him down like he held you down the other night. Show him how much it hurts.”
    A stroke came at my cheek. “Hurt him back, baby.”
    Giving a snarl, a shift away from the shadows, I was there, pulling Jan kicking and crying from the darkness, forcing him down. Christmas night. The bastard had pulled a fucking piercing out of my nipple with his teeth, then splashed come all over me.
    But lying there, he felt so good beneath me, firing lips and teeth to bruise his throat, hands pinning his above his head. I rutted once, twice, loving my nakedness on his clothes, suit against skin, forcing me hard so fucking quickly as I snarled in his ear, crushing a hand between his thighs, pulling up a leg so I could tear him to pieces and make him cry all the fucking hurt in the world and—
    “Wasn’t me, Jack,” he said quietly. “Wasn’t me. Wasn’t you. Please. Don’t...”
    Life went calm, so fucking calm as a tear fell. Not his... mine. Resting my head against his, we shared a breath. “Don’t...” I mumbled quietly, “kiss me anymore, baby. Please. Don’t... just don’t.... Fucking hurts.”

    A touch brushed my arm and I flinched, jerking my head up to see Halliday crouched by the bed. He’d been close to the windows a few moments ago, now he was looking at his goddamn watch. Reis and Morgan were over by the windows too and had just looked over. Craig was now to my left, sitting on the bed and rubbing at my leg.
    “Do you know what’s just happened, Jack?”
    I looked at his watch, at how he kept
looking
at his watch, then rested my head in my arms.
    Head fuck. One huge—
    “Absence. Fifteen minutes,” said Halliday. “Were you aware?”
    I screwed my eyes shut, biting back the anger. At least I hadn’t wrecked the place. At least Martin hadn’t made an appearance and pushed someone enough to fuck the bastard streak out of him again. Christ knows that’s where Gray and Jan had found him last time, going social on two Doms, nearly drag-racing a knife across skin, loving it—just fucking loving it.
    “Jack, do you remember why Vince took you? What happened?” asked Halliday quietly. “Can you order the events?”
    Shut the fuck up. He really needed to shut the fuck up now. I shook my head, kept it hidden. “Vince...” I tried to sort through the images. “Masks, they all wore black gas masks with black eyes, and Jan. Jan was so fucking scared, and hard. They made him watch, made him touch, fucking hurt when he touched. Then rape... they raped him next to me. Just... bad scene. Felt so fucking wrong. How Vince kissed. All a fucked-up scene with no doors or windows. No safe word. Christmas dinner.” Christ. Christmas dinner. “I sat eating fucking Christmas dinner with the shit while they tied Jan in the corner, made him watch. Jan smelt so strange afterwards. Couldn’t stomach being near him. And Gray... posted it all over the Internet.” Images were tumbling out of control and I couldn’t stop it. “Gray filmed everything, the bastard. The only one with the money to arrange something like that, all his—”
    “You think I did that? You think I’d fucking hurt
you
—like that?”
    “Ah...”
    “Jack, easy,”