They tore at each other’s clothing, him yanking her top up over her head and then wrenching her bra straps down her shoulders to free her breasts. She went for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling them undone, while never breaking the kiss. Within seconds, she’d toed off her sneakers, and Monster’s hands were at the button of her jeans. In one swift movement, he pulled both her jeans and panties down her thighs, and she stepped out of their pooled circle around her feet.
With her naked, he scooped her up and threw her onto the massive couch. He stood at the other end, shirtless, but with the large line of his erection barely hidden by the material of his suit pants. He looked down at her as though he was thinking about eating her, and she shivered. There was always a part of him which was so unpredictable. She never quite knew if she should be frightened of him, or lusting after him.
Fear and excitement—those were the emotions he conjured within her. Was that what made it so different when she was with him?
“Spread your legs for me, Flower,” he growled.
Without hesitation, she did as he asked and parted her thighs. She felt so wanton, lying back, naked on the couch with her legs apart. Her pussy hummed with anticipation, growing wet before he’d even touched her.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to see you put your fingers inside.”
She’d been desperate for more stimulation for hours now, and despite a flood of self-consciousness which threatened to heat her face, she obeyed. Her hand slipped between her legs, but she kept her gaze locked on the shape outlined on his crotch, imagining what lay beneath. As though he’d read her mind, Monster unzipped his fly and popped the button, allowing his suit pants to fall from his narrow hips. Immediately, the beautiful, curved length of his cock rose out to meet her gaze.
“Touch your pussy, Flower,” he said again.
She’d been distracted by the sight of him, her fingers poised between her thighs. Doing as he wanted, she ran her fingers down over her slit and then back up again, feeling her wetness, the scent of her own musk filling the air. Her clit was so swollen and sensitized it tingled, and the slightest brush of her finger across the engorged bud made her body jerk as though she’d given herself an electric shock.
Lily let out a whimper.
Monster’s hand circled around the base of his cock and dragged upward, over the head, and then back down again. His expression took on the intense look of lust, his eyes locked on her fingers which slipped in and out of her cunt as he masturbated.
Lily’s excitement built, the low pressure between her thighs stoking higher at every touch, but she didn’t want herself. She wanted him.
“Fuck me, Monster,” she said between, gasps. “I need you.”
A smile tweaked the corners of his lips and he rounded the end of the couch to join her. His erection jutted out, the tip dark and smooth and swollen. She remembered the taste of him so well, how hard he felt sliding between her lips, the skin silky soft.
Monster held her thighs apart and climbed between her legs. He gazed down at her, his eyes raking across her body. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
He reached out to cup her breasts, his fingers closing around the buds of her nipples. The areola crinkled hard beneath his caresses, and he pinched and twisted them, sending a flood of arousal to her core. Lily moaned, feeling a pulse of cream slip from her body. She was so wet, her body desperate for him. He leaned over her and surrounded one of her nipples with his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth first grating and then gently biting.
Lily removed her hand from between her thighs, and Monster lifted his face from her breast. He caught her wrist in his hand and then brought her fingers to his lips. Locking his eyes on hers, he put her fingers in his mouth and enclosed them in its wet heat and sucked them off, one by one.
Lily thought she might combust with desire.
“Please, Monster. Now!” She wasn’t averse to begging.
“Not yet,” he said. “First I want to taste every inch of you.”
Catching her by surprise, he flipped her over so she lay on her stomach. Her breath caught as she waited for his next caress, every part of her skin sensitized and tingling. He leaned over her again, and she felt his heated breath against her back. His mouth made contact with her skin, his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of her neck. His tongue traced wet lines over her skin, down her spine, leaving her shivering in anticipation of what he would do next.
He palmed her buttocks and spread them, exposing her to him. Every muscle in her body tightened as his tongue ran down the crease. His saliva left a wet trail to the star of her anus, and he circled the rim, before moving lower to dip into the slickness of her pussy.
She groaned, “Oh, God.”
His tongue pushed inside her, licking her deep, and then withdrawing to drag down the length of her opening. Lily squirmed, her back arching to lift her pussy to his mouth. Her internal muscles clenched and pulsed, and as much as she loved having his tongue on and in her, she wanted something thick and hard to fill her.
Monster must have sensed her need, settling himself between her thighs and positioning his erection at her entrance. He pushed into her from behind, the swell of his cockhead stretching her and slipping past her pussy lips, and then the length of him driving into her. His hand on her lower back held her in position as he thrust deep, filling her completely. Her breasts crushed against the couch cushions as he fucked her hard, and she gave little cries with every time he pulled out of her and thrust back in.
She was so close to her orgasm, but once again, he didn’t let her reach her peak. Instead, he slipped out of her body and flipped her over. He reached down and pulled her up onto his lap, so she straddled him.
“Do you think the men waiting outside of the door are listening to us, Flower?” he said against her ear. “Do you think hearing your moans of pleasure are making them hard? Do you think they’re touching themselves, thinking about what it would feel like to be inside your tight, wet cunt?”
His filthy mouth turned her on even more.
“I don’t know,” she replied, his adoration of her body giving her confidence. “Put your cock back inside me, and see how loud I can scream.”
He gave a salacious grin and lifted her, both hands on her bottom, to position her above his cock, and then sank her down, impaling her upon him. He was so deep, hitting every spot inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his throat as she rocked her hips. Their movements grew more intense and she lifted her head from his neck and leaned back slightly. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and she looked down to take in the sight of him moving in and out of her. The base of his cock jutted out of the thatch of his dark curls, his abs tense, and his biceps hard as he supported her. The position allowed her clit to press against his length with every thrust, building her higher and higher, until she thought she would explode. It was so erotic to watch, but then they kissed again, mouths meshing, and their pace grew more frantic. She clung to his shoulders, as he pivoted his hips, meeting the rocking of her pelvis. She was surrounded in him, in the warmth of his body, his masculine, familiar scent. This was the place she felt most at peace. Being held within his arms, their bodies joined as one.
Would this be the last time they were together like this? Her heart almost broke at the thought and she bit her lower lip, hard, holding back the tears. No, she wouldn’t be one of those women who cried during sex. What he was doing to her was too good for her to cry in anything other than passion. She pressed her nose and mouth against his skin, putting to memory the feel, and taste, and scent of him. Soon, the memory would be all she had left.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried as her orgasm broke over her in a sudden wave. “I love you, I love you.”
He pressed his lips into the hollow of her neck and groaned as his hips bucked. He came inside her with a hard thrust, followed by another and another. They were left panting and clinging to each other as the final pulses of their orgasms shatter
ed through their bodies.
Monster straightened, pushing her hair from her face, and lowered his forehead to hers. “I love you, too, Flower.”
They allowed each other the luxury of holding one another like this for one last time, Monster growing soft inside her, until he slipped from her body. She kissed him again, pressing the memory of his mouth into her head, and then she left the couch to hurry to the bathroom, snatching up her clothes as she went. Already the combination of her cream and his semen was dribbling down the inside of her thighs, and while she didn’t want to wash away any part of him, she knew they had places they needed to be.
In the huge, marble bathroom, Lily washed up and dressed.
When she came back out, Monster was already dressed back in his suit, appearing as calm and unruffled as he always did. Only the secret smile he gave her as she stepped out gave her any clue that he’d just been fucking her only minutes before.
She noticed something in his hand.
Her gun.
Monster held the weapon out to her, gripping the muzzle so he offered her the grip. “I figured you might be needing this.”
Lily reached out and took it. “Yes, thank you.” She slipped the Glock into the waistband of her jeans, and pulled her top down over to hide it.
The fun was over. They had business to attend to.
Nineteen
They stepped out of the room to find two men—one of which was the beefy guy who’d brought her to Monster, the other, a blond, she didn’t recognize—waiting for them. Both men were smartly dressed in suits, but the muscles in their biceps and thighs strained against the material. They both stood straighter as Monster walked out.
“We have a job to do,” he told them.
She assumed both men were armed, considering she’d felt the one who’d brought her here sticking a gun into her back. She wondered how much they’d heard of her and Monster inside the room. Was she too loud when she’d orgasmed? Her cheeks heated at the idea that they’d heard her.
But if they had, they didn’t give any sign of it.
The man who’d brought her to the hotel cocked an eyebrow at Monster. “We?”
“That’s right. We need to go back to where you picked up Lily. She believes women are being kept in a shipping container there, and a couple of lowlife scumbags are the ones responsible.”
The man threw a dismissive glance her way. “I assume she’s staying here.”
“She is Lily Drayton,” Monster said. “Lily this is Sean Hamilton, and the other gentleman is Chapman.”
“Just Chapman?” she asked.
The man, with thinning blond hair and a long straight nose, gave her a single nod. “Just Chapman, ma’am.”
“Lily is coming with us,” Monster continued.
“Is that a wise choice?” said Sean, as though she wasn’t even there.
The man had already put her back up by abducting her in the first place, even though he’d done so at Monster’s command. The way this conversation was going, she didn’t think he was going to do anything to redeem himself.
“She wants to be the one to make sure the man responsible for taking the women is dead,” Monster said. His tone grew hard. “And don’t ever question my decisions again.”
Sean lowered his line of sight to the floor. “Sorry, sir.”
“Take us to the car,” Monster ordered. “You’re both coming with us, and I’ll make some calls on the way, see if we can get some reinforcements, and have …” He hesitated and glanced toward Lily. “Have the person Ms. Drayton was with brought back to the old Marine port. I’m not expecting the traffickers to be prepared, but even so, I’d like to outnumber them at least two to one.”
Sean nodded. “I understand.”
The two security men—if that was what they were—led the way to the elevators at the end of the hall. Taking the elevator hadn’t been a luxury she’d been permitted on the way up.
The door opened and they entered, standing with the two men in front, and she and Monster behind. Chapman hit the button for the parking garage in the basement, a white light illuminating behind the letter B. The door shut in front of them and she sensed the downward motion of the car. Before they’d gone more than a couple of floors, the elevator stopped again. The doors slid open and an elderly couple waited on the other side to get in. They took one look at the men, and the male half of the elderly couple took hold of his wife’s arm and pulled her back slightly, his other hand waving to indicate they’d wait for the next one.
Lily didn’t blame him. They certainly appeared to be an intimidating group.
Chapman punched the basement button again, and the car continued its descent to the parking garage.
One of them men must have moved the car from the back of the hotel when she’d been busy in the room with Monster. She squirmed at the memory and glanced over at his strong profile. She took a moment to marvel at how faded his birthmark was now. Though still visible, it was nothing like the almost black mark she’d started work on. Her fingers itched with her desire to reach up and touch his cheek and trace his jaw line where the mark resided, but she knew he wouldn’t appreciate the affection in front of the other men.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the dimly lit, low ceilinged garage.
Lily shivered. The memory of that fateful evening when Cigarette Hands had taken her, the woman with the doll she’d mistaken for a baby, and everything that happened in the following hours, swept over her. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to enter a parking garage again without experiencing a chill working its way right down to her bones.
The weight of the gun at her waist gave her a little confidence. She still wasn’t one hundred percent sure Monster would hold up his end of the bargain. She hoped he would, for the sake of her heart, as much as for her life. More than anything, she wanted to feel like they were equals on the same side, but so often the way he acted proved to her that they weren’t even close to being equal.
She hurried to keep up with the long, determined strides of the three large men. Strangely, even though they’d been the ones to abduct her and keep her hostage for the last few hours, she now felt protected by having them around her.
The garage was deserted other than them, but she doubted anyone would have dared to approach them even if there had been other people around—these guys looked like trouble.
They reached the car—the same black sedan she’d been brought to the hotel in. This time, Monster opened the back door for her like a gentleman and she slid onto the back seat. Sean was driving, with Chapman in the passenger seat. Monster climbed into the back to sit beside her, and though she wanted to curl up against his side, his arm around her, her head on his chest, she sensed the stoic professionalism about him and didn’t want to do anything to make him appear weak in front of his men.
Sean started the car, and they pulled out of the parking garage and onto the street. The street lamps were lit below the clear night’s sky, both the moon and the lighting creating long, thin patches of light and shadow. How long had she been kept in the hotel suite? It had felt like a few hours, but it must have been longer.
“What time is it?” she asked Monster.
“Just gone midnight.”
So they’d reach the port in the early hours of the morning. Would Cigarette Hands be there at that time? She suspected that was probably the best time to catch them—they moved the girls in the middle of the night, and would be able to come and go unseen in the dark. Her stomach flipped with nerves at the thought of coming face to face with him again. She would kill him, but it wouldn’t be easy.
She also felt sick at the idea of seeing Cameron again. He would hate her now, she was sure of it, probably cursing the day he’d ever met her. She didn’t blame him. She just hoped the men working for Monster hadn’t hurt him in any way. If they had, and it had been done at Monster’s instruction, she wasn’t sure what she would do.
As they left the city and took the I-5 south, Monster tur
ned to her and spoke quietly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She nodded. “I’m okay, and I definitely prefer riding in the car when my hands aren’t tied behind my back, and I can see out of the window.”
The corner of his mouth quirked. “Would it be wrong of me to tell you not to get used to it?”
She could tell he was joking, but that didn’t stop her stomach from turning. She smacked him in the leg with her small fist. “Yes, it would.”
He reached out and squeezed her hand, perhaps to stop her from hitting him again. “The abductions stop here. I promise.”
“I hope so.” That they even had to have this conversation was insane.
Monster took his cell from his pocket and placed a call. Lily peered out of the window at the stream of bright lights and traffic they were gradually leaving behind the farther they drove.
“It’s me,” he said, his tone commanding. “You need to meet me in two hours back at the place you took the man and woman from. Bring the man with you. I don’t want him harmed.”
A tiny part of her relaxed at hearing him saying that. Cameron was alive and safe, even if he most likely did hate her guts. It wouldn’t matter anyway. If she survived the next few hours, she’d be leaving Los Angeles and heading off for a new life somewhere she’d never been before, with a name that wasn’t her own. Doing so would mean she’d leave both Monster and Cameron behind, so Cameron could hate her all he liked.
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