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Iused to balk at the idea of any man touching Azadeh, but then I fell in love with Cyrus, and my notion of love expanded. Love went from a possessive idea to a holistic one. No longer was it about exclusivity; instead, it formed into a community.
Love is an ocean with endless waterways.
Nasrin was the first person I willingly confided in about my sexuality. I ran to their house after my father took a baseball bat to me in another fit of rage. If that man took one thing seriously about the Bible, it was never to spare the child and constantly use the rod.
I was a scared kid, sixteen years old, confused about my urges and the homophobic rage it unleashed. Nasrin sat me down and silently cleaned my wounds with the gentle hands of a mother I’d never known until her. When she found out that my father’s latest violent outburst was because of my sexuality, she wrapped her arms around me and told me about the great love between prominent Persian poets, Shams and Rumi. That conversation created a lifelong fascination and appreciation for the great Persian poets and helped shine a light into my darkest times.
Rage consumes me at what Levinston has done. He took Mona and scared her by not revealing himself, which forced her to run. Nasrin taught her daughters never to surrender. She instilled in them that it’s better to die fighting than to break at the hands of a man. Lev knew Mona wouldn’t wait quietly until he got what he wanted.
I glance at the corner of the room, where I figure one of Lev’s cameras is placed. I hope he’s watching this. “You’re so fucked up, Lev,” I say to the camera. “Cyrus is obsessed with fire, but you throw the lit match on everything good you’ve found in this miserable world.”
I don’t take my eye off the camera as I shove Azadeh forward, exposing her thick, round ass. Kneeling over Cyrus, I line up the tip of my dick before I sink into her with one full thrust. “Hope you’re watching this, Lev. Spit on your hand while you sit in your office and jerk your cock, wishing it was buried deep in her pussy. Keep watching us fuck, pretending it’s you.”
I grip Azadeh’s hair and yank her head back. Her hips circle as she attempts to get the best friction between my cock and Cyrus’s face. “I hope the day you decide to join the living, she makes you beg like a dog for scraps.”
Ignoring the camera and the man lurking behind it, I focus on the two people in front of me. “You got any lube in here, Az?”
“In the bathroom. Top drawer,” she pants. “But please don’t pull out. I’m so close. Please.”
I tug harder on her hair. “Does it feel good, pretty girl? You like me fucking this wet pussy while you ride Cyrus’s face?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
The way she begs has me on edge. I want to hear more, so much more. So I pull out.
“No,” Azadeh whines. “Zeke, what are you doing? Please.”
“In all the years I’ve known you, Az, I’ve never heard you ask me for anything. It’s shocking how much I enjoy hearing you plead in that whispering tone. You know you’re my queen, and I’ll always worship you. I’d kneel like a dog for you, the knight ready to die at your command. But hearing you beg does something to me. Something dark and depraved that wants to dominate you until you’re on the cusp and can’t take anymore.”
“Please, Zeke. Please.”
I slam into her, holding her hair like a rein and pushing in deep. I need her to know what she does to me and how I come undone for her. “Such a good girl. You feel that, Az? How deep I’m in your perfect little pussy?” I yank her hair until she turns her head. “That’s it, Princess. Look at me while I fuck my tight little cunt. You belong to us, Azadeh. Go off and fight, save all those lives, and make the world right. Do what you need to do. But know this, baby girl, your wet little hole will only ever be for us. You belong to us.”
Azadeh screams in ecstasy and pain as I bend and bite the delicate flesh of her shoulder, my teeth sinking in like an animal starved for far too long. I’m ravenous. Consumed with desire. All logical thoughts are vanquished, and only desperation remains.
“I’m going to pound in this cunt so hard and cum so deep in you. Maybe I’ll put babies in you, Az, to keep you tethered to us. What do you think about that, pretty girl? I’ll force you to stay. Tie you to a bed so we can breed you. Load after load of cum until your belly is big with our child. You can justify abandoning us to save the world, but would you be able to deprive your child of your love?”
“Zeke.” She says my name like a prayer, a plea that has me unsure if it’s from ecstasy or something else.
“The best and worst thing I’ve ever done was falling in love with you, Princess,” I growl, the words hibernating in the part of my heart that’s only ever belonged to her. The only girl I’ve ever been with. The only girl who’s ever held my heart. “You’re the girl who never wants to stay, no matter what I do. “Divaneh shodam, jané del-am.”
I’ve gone crazy, the life of my heart.
I whisper the words in Persian, hoping to make it clear. Because that’s what Azadeh is for me, and has been from the moment I saw her that day when I was a scared, confused boy. She’s always been the spark that lights my heart. My reason for living. Sure, over the years, I’ve found another type of love with Cyrus and Lev, but without Azadeh, there’s always been a missing core. Without her, we’re simply bodies walking around without hearts—Tinmen from The Wizard of Oz.
“Why can’t you stay?” I grit the words through clenched teeth, my restraint holding on by a fraying thread.
I thrust inside her with force and spit above her ass crack, pushing my saliva down to her puckered asshole. Inserting the tip of my thumb, I press it inside her. Removing my hand from her hair, I shove my fingers into her mouth. I want to invade every single inch of her. To have her full of me, to show her with my actions what she does to my being. “We need you. We desperately need you. When you come home, we’re whole. Then you leave, and the darkness takes over, Az. You’re our fucking light, don’t you see that? Fuck, Lev took Mona because he needed you. He fuckin’ needed you, and you weren’t here.”
I tug at her, forcing her neck to turn as her mouth opens further for me. “I’ve never wanted to debase you, Azadeh. Never wanted to be cruel to you. Even when you admitted to liking degradation, I still refused. I didn’t think I should say those words to someone who represents the divine. But right now, I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. With everything I’ve gone through, the years of abuse from my father, losing my eye, the years in prison, none of it compared to the pain of waiting around for you.”
Chapter 21
Lev—Age 30
Present Day
Darkness shrouds me in the little surveillance room I’ve set up. My little shelter of deviance. The room that houses my secrets and perversions. I grip my dick as I watch the monitors. Forty screens cover three naked bodies, and the surround sound captures every filthy word and moan uttered in ecstasy.
