by Emma Renshaw
I close my eyes and nod. “I know. It’s time for both of us to go back to the office. I don’t like it, but it needs to happen.”
She sighs, and I open my eyes to look at her. She’s smiling. “Didn’t think I’d see you smiling about the fact you’ll be returning to The Witch.”
Her lips twitch like she’s holding in a laugh. “At this point, even her face would be a welcome sight.”
I laugh, pulling her down on my lap. I nuzzle my face in her neck, giving her soft, loving kisses. “I’m sorry, baby.” I lean her head back, connecting our foreheads together.
“I know,” she says. “I’m used to you being a barbarian. I just have to live with it.”
I tickle her, secretly loving the fact that she enjoys teasing me. I slide my laptop to the ground, not caring if I have to pay for a replacement. I push Savannah down on her back on the couch, coming over the top of her. My hips land between her open legs. She circles her hips, grinding against my hardening cock. It only takes a small touch from her to turn me to steel.
“You got really angry earlier,” I tell Savannah, kissing her neck.
Her hands wind into my hair. “Mhmm, I did.” She rocks her pussy against me, causing us both to groan.
“I think it’s time we kiss and make up.”
Savannah tugs on my lip with her teeth before running her tongue over it. “I’ve never had make-up sex before.”
“First time for everything,” I tell her, pulling her shirt over her head.
Three orgasms later, I couldn’t tell you a damn thing about our argument, much less my own name. Savannah ruins me every time.
44
SAVANNAH
T his is the first morning in a long time that I don’t mind getting up early for work. I’ve missed leaving the house every day. We’ve stayed home for a week, except to pick up more clothes one time and to go to the gym every day. Neither Liam nor I wanted to miss a workout with the threat of Aiden breathing down our necks.
I dress in a white wrap dress with nude heels. It is one of my favorite work outfits. The neck is high, the sleeves long, but the dress hugs every single one of my curves perfectly. Every time I slip it on, I feel like I’m going to kick ass and take names. I usually reserve it for important client meetings as a good luck charm, but leaving the house for basically the first time in a week deserves a little celebration.
I’m putting the last touches of my makeup on when Liam walks into the bathroom for his morning shower, still naked from last night. My eyes sweep down his body, feeling the heat pulse between my legs. I lick my lips as I watch his cock strain toward me. Liam is sweeping his own eyes up and down my body. He comes right behind me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sweeping my hair to one side so he can kiss his favorite freckle on my neck. “Why have I never seen this dress?”
I shrug, reveling in his reaction to me. He nips at my neck before smoothing over the sting with his tongue.
“I’m taking you out in this dress,” he tells me gruffly.
“Sounds like a plan,” I tell him, rubbing my ass along his rigid cock. I turn toward him, giving him two quick, hard tugs. I come up on my toes, kissing up his neck, along his scruffy jaw, finally settling on his lips. He’s pumping himself into my hand, faster. I lick along the seam of his lips before sinking to my knees.
My hands land on his thighs, his cock straining before my face. I look up at him. “Thank you for not caging me, Liam.”
His start of the word thank ends in a growl as I take him deep into my mouth, pumping the part of his shaft that doesn’t fit. I relax my throat, preparing to take him deeper, licking along the vein on the underside of his shaft. His thighs clench under my hands when I hollow my cheeks.
I suck Liam’s cock deep into my throat, my nose pressing against his pelvis. I look up at him. His eyes are molten chocolate, pupils blown. One hand comes to my face, caressing my cheek. Every man I’ve been with before Liam has made me feel cheap and used in this position, but Liam makes me feel like a queen in control. I feel empowered taking my man like this, his thighs quivering for me. I continue to watch him as I swallow. His free hand fists at his side.
“Fuck, baby.” Liam’s voice is strained and gravelly. He pumps his hips, thrusting even deeper into my throat. I cup his balls in one hand, rolling them, and, tugging at the same time, I swallow him again.
“I’m—I’m going to come.” He tries to pull away, but my other hand wraps around his body, clutching his ass, keeping him there. I want this. I want to swallow every drop of him before I leave for work.
I tug his balls again, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him hard and fast. He pumps with me before he erupts in a yell of my name. After I swallow every last drop, he pulls me to my feet, hands cupping my face.
“I don’t deserve you,” Liam says before kissing me deeply. “God help me if you ever figure that out.”
I kiss him back, giving as much as I’m taking. I break the kiss, breathing hard. “I have to go now.”
“Not yet,” he tells me. He lifts my dress up to my hips, settling me on the counter. “Spread those thighs for me.”
“I’ll be late,” I protest as I spread my legs for him.
Liam drops to his knees. “Don’t care, gorgeous. I need breakfast before you leave.” He spreads my legs farther apart, pulling my panties down my legs, licking his lips as he stares at my soaked pussy. I can’t find it in me to care, either.
I am late to work, but it doesn’t wipe the smile plastered on my face as I pull into the parking lot. I lean over to grab my purse from the passenger seat before getting out of the car. I stand, shutting the door. I sigh happily; not even the thought of a day with The Witch could destroy my mood.
Something hard slams into my back, pushing my front against the side of my car. I open my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand covers my mouth. Another hand tugs my hair hard, pulling my head to one side. Tears sting my eyes from the bite of pain. I panic for a second, trying to recall what to do in this situation.
I bring up my foot to slam down on the attacker’s foot, but it moves at the last second. I try to jab him in the stomach with my elbow, but he anticipates that move, too.
My blood runs cold when I hear the attacker’s voice.
“I always loved your ass in a tight dress.” Aiden pushes his hard cock into my ass, pulling my hair hard again. “I’ve missed you, my love.”
I feel the sting of a needle in my neck before everything turns black.
I slowly come back to reality. My eyes open and shut a few times before I can keep them open. I wish they would have stayed shut. I try to scream, but my mouth is gagged. I’m sitting, hands tied behind my back and to the chair. My ankles are cuffed to the chair. The floor is concrete. The ceilings are high. I must be in a warehouse.
The wall in front of me is plastered from floor to ceiling with pictures of me. Pictures spanning years. There are some of just me, some of just Aiden. I start to cry when I see pictures that were taken during the time period Aiden was in prison. How did he get these? I think back to all the times I felt like I was being watched. I thought I must have been crazy to continually think someone was watching, but this proves my instinct was right. I swing my head to my right. More wall. More pictures from floor to ceiling. Bile draws up my throat when I see pictures of me naked, in bed, my hand between my legs. I shake my head, closing my eyes, trying to wipe away this reality.
I swing my head in the other direction, expecting to see only pictures, but this is much, much worse. Olivia sits slumped over in a chair, bound and gagged. I cry out, trying to scream her name. Why is she here? Why did Aiden take her? She can’t be here. I look at the tiny bump of her stomach, crying harder. I don’t know what Aiden injected me with, but I imagine he did the same to Olivia. I try to stomp my feet to wake her up, screaming around my gag. The noises are muffled, unable to make any affective noise.
I continue to cry out and scream until her body jerks. She starts screaming around her gag,
looking all around. When her eyes land on me, she looks relieved for a split second before she starts crying again. I try to convey an apology through my eyes. As far as I know, Liam’s family doesn’t know about my past. She doesn’t know why she’s here. She doesn’t know that she’s been taken because of me.
Tears stream down my face as my eyes plead for her to somehow forgive me for this mess. Olivia is shaking her head back and forth, trying to understand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks away from me, looking at the walls all around her, realizing those are pictures of me. On the wall behind her are more photos of me naked in a bed. Those are photos from my room and Liam’s room. Only Liam’s face has been scratched out of each picture.
Aiden hasn’t only been watching me, he’s been watching Liam, too. Olivia’s eyes come back to mine, even more terrified than before. I can’t imagine what must be going through her head.
My face whips in the direction of the noise that just came through the warehouse. Aiden strides through a door from the corner of the room. “Ah, good, y’all are awake.”
I look at Olivia; she’s screaming around her gag. Her body is pushed as far into her seat as possible, like she’s trying to run away from him. Mine is doing the opposite, biting at the chance to get closer, to take my hit. I want to shatter Aiden in pieces so small, he’ll never be able to recover. He isn’t only messing with me now, he’s messing with people I’m coming to think of as family.
Aiden steps right up to me, caressing my face. I try to turn my head away from him, but he grips my chin tightly, bringing my face to face him.
I bite out, “Fuck you,” over the gag. From the look that lights his eyes, he understands the garbled mess.
“We have a lot to talk about, my love,” Aiden tells me, smoothing one hand over my cheek, the other still gripping my chin. I once thought he was so attractive. The first time I saw him, I was sucked deep into his ocean blue eyes. His dirty blonde hair was pushed back from his face and his smile was blinding against his tan skin. Now, he is the ugliest person I’ve ever seen. He pulls his hands away from my face, and I sag, relieved he’s no longer touching me. He stands in front of me, watching me serenely with crazy eyes. I stare back at him with hatred and devilish promises.
He smiles then brings his hand up, slapping my face hard. The force turns my head toward Olivia, my hair flying around me. My breaths come out faster, panting. I should have expected that.
I bring my eyes up to Olivia. She looks shocked and terrified. I try to communicate that I will get us out of this. I will at least get her out of this. She doesn’t belong here in this mess. I turn my eyes back to Aiden, sending daggers. Pleading with my mind to show some supernatural ability and light him on fire.
Aiden gives me a sinister, evil grin. “That was for whoring yourself out while I’ve been away.”
I continue to shoot daggers and pray he will spontaneously combust into a fine pink mist.
“You belong to me, Savannah. Do I have to remind you? How does your precious Liam feel when he fucks what’s mine? When he sees my name on your skin? The name is still there under that disgusting tattoo.”
I lurch forward, yelling at him around my gag. Aiden grips my chin again. “Keep fighting, love. Remember how much I fucking love it.” He grips his dick with his other hand, cupping his hardness. “It’s just foreplay for me.”
I look away, eyes landing on my pictures again. I alternate my gaze from his face to the pictures. I hate that he knows me so well, but I want answers.
He takes several steps away from me inspecting the room with a sinister smile on his face. “I’ll tell you everything, my sweet. First I want to bring that motherfucker you’ve been fucking in on this game.”
Fear ices over my veins. I lurch forward, fighting against my restraints. Aiden stalks over to me again, slapping me across the face. “You don’t fight this hard for another man. Only me, you ungrateful whore.” Aiden’s hand wraps around my throat, bringing my face to his. We stare at each other, both of us breathing heavily. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he hisses.
Aiden quickly undoes the gag around my mouth. I open my mouth to scream, but his mouth lands on top of mine. I try to turn my head, but he has me gripped by the throat. His tongue comes inside my mouth, but I slam my teeth down on it, tugging. He howls in pain, trying to back away from me, but I don’t let go, not even when the coppery taste of his blood starts filling my mouth. I bite down harder. His fist comes flying from the side, breaking my face away from his.
Aiden grips my throat again, squeezing. He straps the gag back on. My vision starts to blur. When he lets go, I try to cough around the gag. My chest heaves, searching for much-needed air. He punches me on the side of my face one more time before walking away.
I’m slumped over to the side. I finally bring my eyes to Olivia. She is crying even harder, still screaming around her gag. Her body is leaning toward mine, like she wants to come to my aid.
Aiden stands in front of us again. We both look at him. He smiles when he looks at my face. I can feel it swelling and have no doubt it is turning an ugly shade of blue. “The bruises are a nice touch for the next part of my plan.” He looks back at Olivia. I can see his plan before he even takes a step toward her. I scream and plead over the gag, pulling against my restraint.
His punch to her face is quick and swift. I break down sobbing, hating myself for bringing people into my life who Aiden can hurt.
When I look back to him, he is setting up a tripod in front of us, mounting a camera on top of it. He looks through the lens, muttering, “Perfect.” He turns back to us, walking slowly, his gaze shooting from one of us to the other.
He steps in front of me first, caressing my cheek again. “I hate that you make me hurt you. If you would just listen.” He sounds like a petulant child, not getting his way. He shakes his head. “If you don’t look at the camera for our picture, I will kill her,” he says, pointing toward Olivia. I glare at him. He gives me a smile before walking over to her.
“The same goes for you,” he tells her. “If you don’t look at the camera for our picture, I will kill my lovely Savannah. Don’t think I won’t. I will kill her.”
Olivia’s tears rush faster down her face.
“Okay,” Aiden calls. “Let’s take a picture. Eyes forward, ladies.” He quickly pushes a button on a remote he took from his pocket. He stuffs it back in his pocket. The camera’s red light is blinking. He must have set a timer, I realize.
Shock fills me, and I swing my eyes forward, obeying him for once when he pulls two guns from his waistband and comes to stand between us. He has a gun pointed at each of our heads. I look toward the camera, tears falling faster, watching the blinking light come faster and faster. And, finally, the flash goes off.
45
LIAM
“N ot glad to have you back, boss,” Rachel says as I pass her desk. “Now how will I file and paint my nails at my desk?”
I give her my largest grin.
“That happy to see me?” she asks.
“Nope,” I tell her. “This smile is all about Savannah.”
Rachel smiles. “She’s too good for you.”
“Let’s hope she never figures that out,” I tell her, walking into my office.
My face has been split in a smile since this morning. Through my shower, getting dressed, and driving to work. No, our threat isn’t gone. It’s breathing so closely down our necks, I feel it, but I’m committed to telling Savannah I love her today. I wanted to blurt it out after she gave me the best blowjob of my life, but I stopped just before it slipped past my lips. I didn’t want to even chance her thinking I was telling her because she sank to her knees before me. She’s worth so much more than that.
I send Savannah a message.
Liam: How’s The Witch this morning?
Liam: I’ll be fantasizing about this morning all day. I’m taking you out tonight. I’ll ask James to keep Harper company.
I stare at my screen, expecting
the text bubbles to pop up, but they don’t. I sigh, keeping my phone on my desk, eagerly awaiting her reply. I start to go through the files that have been piling up on my desk in my absence this week. I grin when my phone vibrates across the desk. I pick it up and turn it over, looking at the screen.
My heart races seeing Savannah’s name. I swipe across the screen.
My phone clatters to the desk when I see the image with one word. “Fuck!”
I bring the screen back to myself, not wanting to believe I saw what I did. Rachel comes crashing into my office. I hear her speaking, but I don’t register the words.
The photo on my screen is worse than my worst nightmare. My heart stops beating, my blood freezes over as I become a statue of a man. My grip is so tight on the phone, I’m surprised the screen hasn’t shattered. Rachel is still speaking, trying to get my attention, but all I hear is a dull roar. It isn’t a moment later that I realize it is me roaring.
The woman I am endlessly in love with and my baby sister stare at me through the screen. A man stands between them. His face is not shown. I know it’s him. Aiden. He has a gun pointed at each of their heads. A simple word is below the image.
Choose.
That fucking, spineless bastard. I will destroy him. The ice in my veins melts in the place of the fire now coursing through me. I take a few deep breaths, making a plan. I scroll through my contacts until I find the name I’m looking for. As I listen to it ringing, I scribble two numbers on a Post-it, handing it to Rachel.
I will never choose, I will never have to choose. I’m getting both of them out of there. Then, I will gut him like the pig he is. He’ll never be a thought in their heads again after I am done with him. I choose them both, I will not play into his little games. I’ll find him, destroy him, and bring them home safely. I’m burning to tear the bastard apart. I want to feel his blood spraying on my skin when I rip his heart from his chest, smashing it beneath my boot.