“But still… he was your father…”
“My father died in my mind when I realized what he was, when I realized what he did and what he was currently doing. I know this is hard for you to comprehend not having to deal with this situation yourself, but I know what I did was justifiable and for the greater good. Having the knowledge takes away my need to mourn his loss or feel guilt over my actions.”
“So how did you even get involved in his world? Surely he didn’t just pop up on your dorm room doorstep and say ‘hey wanna sell guns for me and train women I’ve abducted to be slaves.’”
Lance’s body rocked with laughter. “No. That’s not how it went down. After my mother’s death I showed an interest in his business, it was a gradual thing and it took about a year before I had him convinced that I was just like him and that he could trust me.”
“So what did he introduce you to first?” There was so much I wanted to know about his life before me, so much I had to learn. I wanted to know it all now, but I supposed I had a lifetime to learn everything there was about him.
“The guns first. He felt I had the charisma and smarts to be good at the trade. He was right. I pretended that the money I made for the gun running was all I was concerned about and that the moral issues around it didn’t affect me; thinking I was like him he accepted that. I was running guns for him and his business partners for well over six months before I was introduced to the underground sector of the compound that held the slaves. He figured since I was like him I would relish the idea of having so many women at my disposal to do with as I pleased. I simply explained I was too focused on the gun running to concern myself with a bunch of teenaged whores and although he was disappointed, he accepted it.”
I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a world I disagreed with and pretend to savour the life. I couldn’t. There was no way I could be such a good actor.
Lowering his lips, he ghosted them across mine. “Would you be terribly disappointed if we stopped talking about my father and that place and concentrated on something else?”
“But –” My body immediately reacted to him as a heat began to build between my legs, but there was so much I wanted to know…
“It’s our wedding night.” He nipped at my lower lip as he slipped a hand behind my neck.
Laughing, I pulled my lips from his and grabbed the folder on my lap containing the fake profile. I pointed to the relationship status section. “It says here we were married nearly two weeks ago in Toronto, Ontario.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t know about it.”
A roar of laughter erupted from me, shaking my body and causing a spike of pain to shoot up my leg, but I didn’t care. It felt like it had been an eternity since I’d laughed so hard and without guilt – it felt good. Our gazes locked and the amusement in his eyes sent my spirit soaring and I knew we were both thinking the same thing: We were free.
Taking the folder from me he placed it onto the night side table and then pulled the blanket down, revealing my body covered in only a t-shirt. His lips grazed the side of my neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh and causing a moan to escape from me. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful not to hurt your leg, honey.”
He helped me up into a sitting position and tugged the hem of the t-shirt up. Lifting my hands over my head, he pulled the t-shirt up and over my head tossing it to the floor. My eyes lowered from his to his groin; his erection strained against the denim covering it.
“I think you forgot to get rid of something.” Grabbing his belt buckle I undid it and quickly undid his fly.
Sitting up at his knees he pushed the jeans down his thighs and with a little effort kicked the jeans away and onto the floor. “Better?”
Stroking the ridge of his cock through his boxer briefs, I nodded. “Somewhat.” His cock thickened to its full potential in my hand, the tip peeping out from under the waistband.
Gently, he pushed me backward onto the mattress, his body covering mine with a hand planted on either side of my head. A sigh escaped my lips, which contained a wide smile as I stretched under him, lifting my hands over my head and arching my back. I pushed the throbbing in my leg to the back of my mind, the need between my legs taking precedence.
“How do you do it?” I asked.
A smile remained on his lips as his eyes locked to mine, a brow cocked. “Do what?”
“Make the world disappear so all that remains is us and my need for you. I’ve never felt like this before.” Just admitting it spiked my need for him and I moaned softly. Just the anticipation of him touching me sent me into a frenzy of need.
“Is that a bad thing?” He nipped at my chin and planted a light kiss on my lips.
“No, it’s incredible.”
His left hand palmed my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I nipped and then sucked his digit into my mouth and he groaned, low and feral at my action. “I can’t think of anything better than spending a lifetime making love to you,” he groaned, slipping his thumb from between my lips and replacing it with his mouth.
I moaned against his lips, slipping my hands around his waist and pulling him down harder onto me, bucking up and rubbing my pelvis against his rock hard erection. He groaned, his tongue slipping past my lips and teasing mine, probing and exploring.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, I tugged them down. With a little effort he kicked them off and settled between my legs, his exposed member pressing between my legs. I longed to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him as tight as possible, but my effort was rewarded with a jolt of pain, overriding the pleasure.
“I told you I’ll do all the work,” he murmured, pulling his lips from mine.
“Mmmm. It’s so hard,” I groaned. Slipping a hand between us I grasped his cock in my hand and began stroking him. “It’s like I can’t have you close enough to me.”
“If you weren’t injured I’d make you regret those words.” His head dipped and he kissed his way along my collarbone and down between my breasts.
“Make me regret them now.” A pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock and I spread it along the tip, increasing the speed of my strokes. As his tongue flicked at my first nipple he began to rock in my hand, working with my strokes.
“Don’t tempt me honey.”
Little jolts of pleasure rushed through my body and I guided the head of his cock to my opening. Dammit, if he wasn’t going to take me, then I’d take what I needed myself. Circling my good leg around his waist, I spread myself wide for him and guided his shaft into me.
I cried out as he nipped at my nipple as he slid into me. His cock stretched me to my limits, but his slow, gentle entry wasn’t enough. I wanted more, no, needed more. Releasing my first nipple he kissed his way across my chest to my second nipple, first circling it with his tongue until it was a perfect peak before sucking it in. He sucked so hard a short jolt of pain pulsed through my breast, but the pain quickly became pleasure and I arched my back urging him to continue.
He lifted his head from my breast to kiss my lips as he began to move in me, so slowly, excruciatingly slow, he was going to drive me insane with need. My hands slid to his hard, muscular ass and my fingers nails dug into the flesh, urging him to move faster, harder.
“You’re making it hard for me to be gentle with you,” he chastised.
“I never asked you to be gentle.”
He chuckled, catching my gaze. “It took me twenty minutes to stitch you up, I don’t look forward to doing that again because you want me to fuck you like we were in a porno. Keep up your complaining and I won’t let you come for hours.” Despite his words, I could see the strain in his expression and eyes. Taking me slow was as hard for him as it was for me, maybe even more.
“Mmmm. Tyrant.” I murmured and then cried out as he thrust into me hard, hitting just the right spot to send my head spinning.
“God, I love how good you feel. So perfect. Like you were made for me, baby.”
I couldn’t respond, I was beginning to feel lightheaded as the intensity and pleasure of his lovemaking increased. My pussy trembled around his thrusting cock, my stomach tightening into a ball of anticipation.
“Open your eyes, I want you looking at me when you come.”
I forced my eyes open and stared up at him. Gazing up and into his eyes it was like I was looking into his soul; everything he was and would be was laid plain before my eyes. I saw his need, his sorrow, his love. The emotions were so raw it brought tears to my eyes.
My hands slid to his back and ignoring the pain in my leg, I began to move under him, with him. Our bodies rocked together – as one, giving and receiving pleasure. My lips parted as my moans became louder, more frequent. Despite his statement that he was going to take it slow, I could see the beast inside was taking over as his thrusts became more demanding, plunging into me to the brink and then pulling back again.
“Hold on and come with me sweetheart.”
“I can’t hold on much longer,” I admitted, between gasps and moans. It was a great effort to keep my gaze firmly on his and not close my eyes and just feel. “So hard. So good.”
“God, you too honey. You’re so wet and warm. My cock can’t get enough of your tight pussy.”
“Mmm, yes.” My fingernails dug deep into his back, making deep crescent shapes in his back, nearly breaching the skin. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his thighs as I moved with him, forcing him to take me harder and faster. The action seemed to trigger something in him and he seemed to snap; all restraint and tension left his body as he sat back on his heels, pulling me with him until my bottom was suspended in the air and began to slam into me.
My eyes left his and I watched as his cock coated with my juices slid frantically in and out from me. Seeing our bodies uniting was such a fucking erotic sight that my eyes became fixated with the motion.
Grabbing my hand he brought it to my pussy. “Play with yourself while I fuck you,” he ordered, not a hint of affection in his voice, just pure lust.
My fingers barely grazed my swollen nub when I screamed out and went spiralling over the edge. My entire body writhed on the mattress as a wave of pleasure so intense it left me breathless washed over me. But Lance wasn’t about to finish yet, he continued to pound into me, his balls slapping against my ass making a soft smacking sound with each thrust. My juices slid from me and down my ass as he hammered into me.
“God, oh Lance. I can’t –”
The tension within me began to build again. I didn’t think I could take another minute of this sweet torture. The tension in my body and coil in my stomach was beginning to hurt; how could something so good hurt so bad I had no idea, but at the same time I couldn’t stop until I felt him filling me.
His fingers slipped between my wet folds and began working my clit, pinching and rolling it between my fingers. “Come with me Gwen.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
I lifted my eyes just as he thrust into me a final time, so hard and fast it moved my body up the mattress a couple of inches. With a loud groan he released. The feel of his cock pulsing and releasing a gush of his warm cum sent me into bliss with him, my pussy clenching around his shaft, milking it for every drop. My cry mixed with his groan in a symphony of pleasure. He gave a couple more short and quick thrusts into my awaiting pussy before groaning a last time and lowering his body over mine and claiming my lips.
I clung to him as if my life depended on it. This moment was one of the most incredible moments of my life.
“Gwen! Gwen! Are you okay?” Becca’s voice called out, followed by her pounding on our motel room door.
Lance pulled his lips from mine and chuckled. “I told you, you were loud in bed.” He reluctantly slid himself from my core and stood. Not bothering to slip on his boxers he went to the door and flung it open to reveal a frantic Becca. “What can we help you with Becca?” Lance asked, his tone teasing.
“Gwen, are you o–” Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Lance’s naked body before her. “Oh. Shit. I.” She took a couple of steps back. Her eyes focused on my naked and flushed body. “Oh you two. Shit. I’m so used to…” She pointed to the left. “I’m going to go back to my room now.”
She didn’t wait for a response, but spun on her heel and rushed off.
“See, you’re loud.” Lance slammed the door and turned to face me, his grin wide with self-satisfaction. He made his way across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. “If you’d let me make love to you like I intended, nice and easy we wouldn’t have scared Becca half to death with worry.” His smile faded as he looked down at my leg. “Fuck.”
It wasn’t until I followed his gaze down to my leg that I remembered I was injured. The throbbing immediately came back with a vengeance and I grimaced through the pain. “I’m sorry. Kinda forgot about my leg.”
He wagged his finger at me before turning and grabbing his duffle bag. “Next time I’m tying you up.” Opening the duffle bag he grabbed some clean bandages. “Disobedient little wife,” he grumbled under his breath, causing me to laugh despite the stinging pain in my leg.
“Before I redo your leg, I have something for you.”
I grinned. “Don’t suppose it’s another Subway sandwich, because that would really hit the spot right now.”
Laughing, Lance shook his head. “That can be arranged, but not this time.” Pulling a velvet-covered jewelry box from his duffle he sat next to me on the bed and passed it to me. “We can get new ones if you don’t like them.”
“All right.” I wasn’t sure why, but my hands shook ever so lightly as I flipped open the box to reveal two platinum wedding bands. It struck me as if a blow to the chest just seeing them. Up until this point everything from being captured to falling for Lance to escaping seemed so surreal, like it was a nightmare/dream, but it struck me now – this was for real. “Really?”
“Well, considering we’re married it wouldn’t look right if we weren’t wearing the bands.”
A small part of me was disappointed; I’d always hoped for the romance. But then again, this was a different life and considering the situation I could hardly ask for more than what he could do. We were running for our lives, romance was hardly a priority.
“You don’t like them?” I looked up into his concerned eyes and felt like a royal shit for feeling so selfish. He saved my life, saved the lives of the women I’d considered sisters even though it put his whole plan in jeopardy. I knew I was being petty.
“They’re beautiful.” I looked down at the rings again and fingered the woman’s band – my band. “This whole month has been so hard to process. It’s like overload. You know?”
Lance nodded. “I understand.” He took the box from me and removed the female band. Taking my hand in his he waited for my nod of approval before slipping the wedding band onto my ring finger. Following his lead, grabbing the male band, I took his hand and slipped it on. We laced our hands together and for a moment I found myself hypnotized by the way the metal of our bands shone under the dim motel room lighting.
Exchanging the rings seemed to drive it home for me. He was mine as much as I was his. Looking back up and into his eyes, I was shocked to see this was one of those rare occurrences when I was allowed in. He needed me just as much as I needed him – maybe even more so. The demons he was battling within were far above and beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Chapter 25
“Girl, I imagined a million ways of getting out of that place, but one of them wasn’t because The Boss’s son fell in love with the virgin cheerleader and blew up the place to save her,” Becca said, leaning against the hood of the older model car Lance had bought for cash for her the previous day.
Cleaned up, in new clothes and with a splash of make-up on Becca looked just like I imagined she would – like a supermodel, with long legs, slender frame and high cheekbones. She could easily grace the cover of any magazine, it
was no wonder they abducted her, she was stunning. Lance had said they usually picked the ones they thought were special, and Becca was certainly that, both in her beauty and spirit.
I laughed. That wasn’t exactly how it went down, but Lance cautioned me from saying anything about the specifics – just in case they went after Becca and forced her to talk. There was a good chance they would leave her alone, but he said we couldn’t be too sure and I believed him, it wasn’t just my life I had to worry about but his and my parents’ safety as well.
“Wish we could keep in touch.” Becca frowned as our gazes locked. Tears formed in both of our eyes.
“Me too.” Saying goodbye to Becca felt like I was saying goodbye to yet another family member. “It feels like I’m saying goodbye to my second sister. Only you understand what I went through, even Lance doesn’t fully understand.”
Becca looked over my shoulder to see Lance leaning against the hood of a car with Ontario licence plates. He didn’t tell me how he got it and I never asked, there would be plenty of time to find out once we were on the road headed for home…
“You’re lucky to have him to take care of you. I hated him for hurting you, but now that I know the truth… He’s a good man, I can only hope I find someone one day who would sacrifice his life to save mine. It’s a rare thing, girl.”
I followed her gaze and studied him. He’d told me numerous times that my life would never be the same again, but one day I could be happy once more. I could see that now. I could see the potential for a future, a happy future.
“Maybe you can come with?”
Becca laughed. “I was never one to be a third wheel and considering the car has Canadian licence plates I assume you all are heading to Canada. I’m more of a southern girl, not much for the cold. And I have unfinished business. It’s time to go home.”
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