by Evie Adams
“You know what happened there. Even if nobody else does.”
“The rumors say otherwise. You’re capable of anything if you’re capable of that. You’re capable of killing a woman in your jealousy. My future wife. After, my family is loyal to me again, her family mourns and her father doesn’t know what to do. But he leans on me for help, we mourn together. Then I kill him and his family has nothing left. They have to come to me or else I destroy them. I get everything I want. Everything that would have happened happens now. All you did was screw it up and make it take longer.”
I struggled again but it was no use. The chair was stronger than I was. I inhaled deeply and hoped for one more burst of adrenaline to help me.
“Make sure the ropes are tight, we’ll set him right here. So he can watch me take her,” he stood up and leaned forward, almost falling into me as the boat sped up. “Christ, go see what’s going on up there,” he told his men as he held on.
I strained and tried to knock the chair over and when the boat turned again, the chair fell over and cracked as I hit the ground. My eyes were focused on Elio. I used all my strength to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. The fear in his eyes delighted me. I watched his face turn red, nothing had ever felt so good.
Then the hull right beside us ripped open and threw the both of us over, but I didn’t lose my grip. I still had my hands around his neck and he started to turn purple as the water gushed in. It covered the both of us, but my hands wouldn’t let go of him. This would be last thing I ever did. Choke him as we both drowned.
I kept my eyes open as the salt water stung them but this was my moment, finally doing what should have been done a long time ago.
I thought of Cris and her bloody mess on the rocks, I thought of Nina in her purple dress almost matching the color of his face.
I thought of Nina for the first time and looked above me. I saw purple out of the corner of my eye. Her shadow outline on the surface of the water, not moving. I let go of Elio, an easy choice. I swam from the hole in the hull and towards the purple bikini.
She was bleeding from her head but breathing. Her body was limp and I held her tight to me for a moment, my hate replaced by joy to hold her again.
I checked her head, not split, just bleeding. I untied her bikini top and wrapped it around her wrists and put her arms over my neck and swam away from the wreckage. It wasn’t large enough to suck us under but I was more concerned with getting away from them. With taking her away and having her to myself. Of watching her wake up and me being the first thing she saw. Of wondering whether her eyes would meet with kindness or hate.
I battled through the waves, keeping her safely on my back and above water. I concentrated on feeling her heartbeat and getting to the beach.
I didn’t notice the boat pull to the side of me or the men with guns pointed at me until they pulled us up. I was so tired I didn’t have time to think as they hauled her and then me aboard.
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CHAPTER 22 - NINA
I was going too fast and jumped just a split second too late, hesitating. The last thing I saw was the white side of the boat as it raced towards my head.
I opened my eyes and saw my boat, my yacht. Ezrah’s yacht.
Ezrah.
“Nina, honey,” his voice greeted me, “I thought I lost you.” Ezrah hugged me, a little too long, even for him, but I hugged him back, even harder.
“Me too.”
“My men said you crashed the boat, like a fool. We were watching you honey, every moment. Waiting for a chance, you should have known that.”
“The purple? You got my message?”
“Of course.”
“Sometimes you can’t wait to be saved. I saw my chance and took it. Who got me out of the water?”
“We did, one of their men had you, clinging to his back. Saved you to keep you I think, maybe worse.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing dear, it’s indecent.”
“Tell me Ezrah.”
“He had your swimsuit off and your hands tied.”
That sounded like someone I knew. “You have him?”
“For now. We’ll get some information from him before we’re done with him.”
“Ezrah, please tell me you didn’t cut his balls off.”
His eyes widened, he was shocked to hear those words from me.
“Did you?” I asked again.
“Where would you get an idea like that?”
“Don’t bullshit me. I know everything about you Ezrah, whatever you’ve been hiding from me, I know. I know everything about the business and the family, my family, and we can talk about that later. Now take me to him.”
“That’s not a good idea baby —”
“Now Ezrah. This might be the man who saved me. I don’t want your men to touch him. My men. If it’s not who I think it is, then I’ll cut them off myself.”
He still had the shocked look on his face, but he sat up and helped me stand and I followed him went below deck.
There he was, beaten and battered, laying on a bed. His wrist handcuffed to the side of the bed. He looked like he was in one piece at least.
“Is he….” I asked, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“Passed out.”
I wanted to run to him and kiss him and hug him but not in front of Ezrah and his men. My men.
“He’s my prisoner. Leave me alone with him.” The men looked to Ezrah. “Ezrah, I mean it. This man saved my life more than once. I’ll tell you all about it. I owe him but family first. He’s our prisoner. Leave me be with him. I’ll clean him up.”
“Nina baby —”
“Don’t argue with me Ezrah. Not on this one.”
“We’ll be right behind that door.”
I locked it behind them and filled a bowl with warm water and washed him. I undressed him and washed him with the wash cloth gently. He still hadn’t woken up so I eased into the bed with him and listened to him breathe.
His hand slid across my bare stomach and I heard the clang of the handcuff as he tried to move his other hand. “What the…” He mumbled.
“You’re my prisoner now,” I whispered as I sat up to take him in, “Are you alright?”
“Never better,” he said and reached out to me, the handcuff clanging again. “Better without this. Take it off?”
“Not just yet.” I told him.
“I take it you’re still mad at me?” His hand moved to cup my breast and the other tugged against the handcuff again, frustrating him. “I’m at your mercy I guess.”
“If I show mercy.”
“Do with me what you will, but be gentle.” He leaned in to capture my nipple in his mouth and began to suck and lick.
“Gentle doesn’t suit me, and gentle is too good for you. I could cut your balls off you know. I were you I would use them, you may not get another chance.”
I felt my body giving in when his hand moved caressing me as he kissed me, his tongue playing with mine. His breath like standing next to a fire, his fingers sliding into me, his palm working against my clit. “Let me,” he started as his mouth trailed down my neck, “Let me fuck you.”
I moaned softly and my hands danced over his firm stomach and down between his legs, discovering him hard and ready. He made a little noise in his throat when I squeezed his hot length. He moaned as his fingers made wet, slippery sounds in me.
“We better not,” I told him, teasing him, testing him.
He growled and tried to climb over me, but the metallic clang of the handcuff stopped him. He thrust his hips against the grip I had on him, insistent. He pulled his fingers from me and smeared the wetness over my breast, and licked it off, driving me crazy.
“I may not get another chance, right? Let me.”
I let him.
The head of his cock teased against my clit. I reached down to guide him in, and when I did, he moan and shuddered as it slid into me easily, sending a ripple of pleasur
e through me as I held onto him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered as he kissed.
“Oh,” I cried when he thrust deep and long, matching my breathing making me bite my lip and curl myself around him.
“Come for me, Nina,” he begged with his full weight on me and his hips grinding into me. “You feel too good,” he purred, “So fucking hot,”
“Not yet,” I squeezed his cock with the muscles inside me, making him groan and bite down on the curve between my shoulder and neck, his breath hot against my skin in his closed mouth. His cock driving me into the bed as he crashed into me, I was losing any will I had left. But he wasn’t listening to me.
“I said not yet,” as I slid away from him before he thrust again. I wanted him to keep going, but he was my prisoner now. I needed him to know that, to feel it. My payback, but I knew he wouldn’t mind.
I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down, he didn’t have to stop, he could have done anything he wanted to me, but he went down, with a smile on his face. I shoved his face against me and he groaned. Buried in me, sucking and licking and growling like an animal.
I came easily, quickly, a small relief while I was building to something more. He spoke into me, and I could feel the vibrations shoot up through me, “Now it’s my turn, I want to feel how wet you are.”
I lost the game I was playing. I was jelly. He could do whatever he wanted. I pulled him up, and he slid over me. I grabbed his cock and pulled him inside me. He didn’t start slow this time, there was no need. I was a waterslide and he was rock hard in me as he thrust faster and my hips relaxed into his rhythm, matching his.
His eyes were closed, his face twisted, my arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to me.
I made my pussy clench him as tight as I could, flexing around his cock with every thrust.
He wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me close and driving his hips into me burying his cock deep, biting at my neck, my hands were squeezing his cheeks, pulling him deeper in me. “Explode,” I whispered into his ear but he didn’t need the encouragement. I felt him explode inside me, the heat of it sending shivers down me as I squeezed him tight. Not letting him go. Wanting this full feeling to stay.
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CHAPTER 23 - LUCA
She had taken the handcuffs off me before we slept so I could wrap my arms around her. I loved the feel of her silky skin against mine. She shifted against me, half-smiling, and I hoped she was dreaming about me.
“Being your prisoner isn’t so bad if it’s going to be like this.” I told her when she woke up.
“It won’t all be fun and games,” she said, “But there will be fun and games. If you’re a good prisoner.”
I didn’t want to think about anything else but her body on mine but there was real life outside the door. “If I am your prisoner, you should know I’m not worth anything. Elio was going to kill me. I’m not a part of that family anymore. My family.”
“You could join mine, I need loyal men around me.”
“I don’t think I’ll blend in very well.”
“Not without a serious suntan. We can deal with all of that later.” She grabbed my hip and pulled me closer, I felt my cock stir as it wedged against the crack of her ass. She felt it too and she wiggled into me.
“Isn’t Ezrah outside this door?” I asked.
“No. He’s in the house, not very far away but far enough. The boat is ours.”
“Then you can do what you want with me? What if I resist?”
“There are men close by with machine guns” She rolled around to face me. Her arms circled around my neck as her breasts pressed against my chest. “But they’re not invited.”
My cock jumped against her stomach. I slid my leg between hers, spreading them, opening her up. I kissed her neck and shoulders, working my way slowly down to her breasts.
I loved her breasts, I loved her whole body. I loved her.
Her nipples got hard as I licked and blew on them, she slid her hand down over my chest, scratching at me, clawing at me. My cock throbbed against her hip and I gasped as she grabbed it and slid herself down the bed, settling herself between my thighs, rubbing my cock against her cheek, teasing me. I watched her tongue dart out circling around the head of my cock.
Teasing me until she sucked the tip into her hot, wet tiny mouth. She grinned at me, “I’ve decided to let you keep these,” she said as she licked my balls lightly.
“Thanks, now stop talking,” I grabbed her hair and gently forced myself deeper. She gagged, her eyes got wide and watery but she loved it. Her eyes never breaking away from mine as I fucked her mouth.
I watched my shaft disappear between her lips, filling her mouth and throat. Her ass up behind her and her tits swaying against my legs. “Keep doing that,” I told her.
She wanted to talk back, to say something smart back to me, but I held her right where she was, right where I wanted her, her mouth full of my cock.
“Play with yourself,” I told her, and watched her fingers leave my body and go between her legs. I loved the way she looked, she moved her fingers and her ass wiggled in the air behind her head. I heard the wet sounds her fingers made and she moaned into my cock. Her tongue moving over the head as she sucked long and hard, making me forget myself, making me let go of her and fall back.
“Fuck me now,” she pleaded.
I pulled her up and tossed her on the bed on her stomach. She tried to turn and roll over, but I held her by the hips, “No,” I told her and her body relaxed. My hand grazed her plump ass and I slapped it, hard.
“Ah,” she squeaked, and turned her head to me, “What was that for?”
“For doing a good job.”
“What if I do a bad job?”
I slapped her ass again, harder this time.
“Mixed messages,” she said into the bed as she relaxed again and I straddled her, pulling her ass up to rest on her knees, but keeping a hand on her back to keep her face down against the sheets.
I placed my cock against her lips, spreading them with the head, lingering there. So wet and warm and ready, it seemed to suck me in.
I plunged my cock in, still wet with her saliva, deep inside her. I pressed my palm into her back, holding her still, pinning her to the bed. She was so fucking beautiful I could barely stand it. I watched her brace against my thrusts, she curled the sheets in her fingers to hold on. She looked back at me with sleepy, satisfied eyes.
I thrust harder, knocking her forward as I went deeper, as far as I could. I looked down to see my cock buried in her heart shaped ass. She gasped as I bottomed out, and brought her hand back to touch my balls, to pull me in deeper.
She buried her face into the bed and moaned as I fucked her harder, pushing her forward on the bed, almost to the headboard.
I kissed her back and forced her knees down, letting my weight fall on her. She spread her legs for me and grabbed my hips, my thighs with her hands.
I pressed my face against her cheek as I lay on her, her face flushed and slick with sweat. “Fuck me,” she groaned into the bed.
Her words sent a jolt through me, down to my cock as I pounded her into the mattress. She made hungry little noises and held my hips with her hands, pulling me in.
I bit her ear and thrust faster, my hips making a slapping sound against her ass. The heat of her, of us, was almost too much. She made deep, throaty moans into the bed as she rocked her hips with mine. She was close, but so was I, too close.
I found her hands, and held onto them, stretching her arms in front of us and I gave her everything I had, pounding into her ass, making her squeal and moan. I growled into her as I came, and she cried out with me as I came in her. Every burst of come made her gasp and clamp her pussy, milking every last drop as I filled her up. She was writhing underneath me and my body shook on hers, almost slipping off from the slick sweat covering us both.
I rolled off her and she scurried into my arms, nestling t
here as we both tried to breathe.
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CHAPTER 24 - NINA
Luca told Ezrah and I about Elio’s plan with every horrible detail.
Ezrah sat silently as Luca explained how Elio was going to rape me and kill me, then kill Ezrah and take over the Brown family.
“Not a very good plan,” Ezrah said when he was done. “And now you want my help to take back your family.”
“That’s what I’m asking, but I won’t need much help. The men are loyal to me, all except a few close to him. The rest are for me.”
“I can put aside personal feelings but I’m not unfeeling. This is business but what you just described is also very personal.” His voice was restrained, his hands clenched, but he loosened them, calming himself. “Not helping you is better for my family. If you fight amongst yourselves, then I can pick up the pieces.”
“Maybe but we’ve always co-existed. The Browns do their thing, the Agnetti’s do their thing. A balance of power. Who’s to say part of your family doesn’t try to break off and claim my family’s territory for itself? Or a rival of yours, or a rival of mine? Uncertainty is the killer in this business.”
Ezrah laughed, “I should have cut your balls off when I had the chance. Leave me and my daughter alone to discuss all of this.”
Luca stood up and I walked him out, closing the doors on him. Ezrah stared at me as I sat there silent.
“Speak woman. Tell me what you think. I think I know what you’re going to say.”
This was a test. Everything was a test with him since I had told him I wanted to run the family. But this was a leadership test, a loyalty test. Whether I could make decisions for the family, even if they went against what I wanted personally. “He makes good points. I think we can trust him. But we should do what’s best for the family.”
“That’s what I’m asking you. What do you think is best?”
“Stability is good for the family. We should help him, but at a price. He needs us more than we need him right now. I met one of his men who was loyal to Luca, not Elio.”