Evanesce (The Darkness #2) by Cassia Brightmore

low moan as her soft, wet lips surrounded him, the feeling of her warmth was divine. He slowly withdrew all the way and then slammed back inside, her head jerking back from the impact. Gagging, Brooke fought for breath, tears stinging the back of her eyes. Marcus moved to stand behind her, bracing her back with his knees.
    “Don’t hold back, Doctor. That sweet little mouth of hers is yours to fuck as hard as you want,” Marcus gave him the go ahead he wanted. Closing his eyes, his hands dug into her scalp as he begin to thrust in and out of her mouth with surprising force and intensity. She had mistakenly pegged him for the nerdy, shy type—but that was completely inaccurate description as he was currently fucking her mouth with the experience of a pro.
    Marcus’s hands travelled around to pinch and twist her nipples through her thin blouse, something he had never done before. Their sexual interactions had only been for intercourse, no other contact was made—no kissing, no foreplay. He simply was using her as a vessel to implant and then extract his product. Dr. Daniels was starting to pant from exertion; Brooke was beginning to feel a second erection poking her in the back—Marcus was aroused watching the display of her being used like a whore.
    Dr. Daniels let out a grunt, filling Brooke’s mouth with warm, salty liquid. Choking as his cum slid down her throat, she struggled to get free. Marcus’s hands gripped her shoulders hard, forcing her to swallow it all down. Slipping out of her mouth, Dr. Daniels tapped the tip of his cock on her parted lips, as if to say thank you before zipping up. Staring up at him with fire and loathing in her eyes, she made a silent vow to see him dead; sooner rather than later.
    Marcus nodded his approval at the Doctor and hauled Brooke to her feet. Unsteady, her knees aching from being ground into the cold, tiled floor—she had no choice but to grip Marcus’s arms for support.
    Dr. Daniels leered at her, his gaze travelling down over her body as she stood trembling in Marcus’s arms. His newfound interest in her was apparent, his desire sending waves of disgust flowing through her veins.
    “Have you had your fill, Doctor?” Marcus’s question cut through the air. Terrified, Brooke stiffened. If he said no…
    “For now. I’d be happy to assist in future lessons though, boss.” He licked his lips. “These instructions take time, after all.”
    Brooke’s temper rose at the way the horrible men were treating her. Whether it was the lack of injections she’d had that day, or she had finally found her courage again—she didn’t know but her usual fire returned. Fuck this.
    Shoving out of Marcus’s arms, she launched herself towards the long row of stainless steel countertops. Seizing a needle, she whipped around, raising it like a champion swordsmen in battle.
    “You’re going to open the door,” she spoke quiet and clear. “Open the door and let me the fuck out of here, or I swear to God I will pump both of you full of what-ever-the-fuck this shit is.” She raised the needle higher for emphasis.
    Neither man moved to comply with her demands. Marcus glared at her, clearly furious and in the back of her mind, she knew if she didn’t get away, the consequence for this disobedience would be steep. Shoving that thought aside, she focused on her task. Escape. Survive.
    Marcus huffed out a breath and strode towards her with purpose. Stopping in front of her, he raised his arms wide. “So, beautiful girl, you’re ready to kill? You have the guts to end a life? Well, come on then—show me these balls you think you have.” Enraged, she thrust her arm forward, intent on stabbing him in the eye. Marcus knocked her wrist with ease, knocking the needle to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, she took off for the door, adrenaline giving her added speed.
    Reaching her destination, she tugged on the handle in desperation. It was locked, and wouldn’t budge no matter how hard