by Marie James
Harsh breaths loudly escape his lips as we both watch his fingers slide down my slit and disappear.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he pulls back his hand and my arousal, along with traces of his blood, coat his fingers.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns as I reach for his belt buckle.
“Please don’t be.”
Anticipation swims through my veins as he takes a step back. My hands, trembling with need, fall to my sides as I watch him strip. His eyes focus on my body and the blood left behind on my skin as he methodically strips every scrap of clothing away. Not only are we physically bare to each other, I feel as if we’ve crossed some invisible line that will at least feed our devious hunger for pain and humiliation.
“You need to tell me if it’s too much,” he says as he drops his jeans to the floor. His bright blue eyes are nearly black, the irises having been taken over by feral, dilated pupils.
I shake my head no. “I need you to be rough with me.”
A hiss slips through my lips when he tangles his fingers in my already matted hair. My head jerks forward until our noses are touching and our breaths are mingling. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
My head nods, and it’s not really a lie because what he does to me will never be too much. I only worry that, like last time in my apartment, he won’t be enough.
“Do you want me to start by fucking your mouth or tongue fucking your pussy?”
“Fuck my mouth.”
Without warning, he slaps my right breast. “Wrong answer.”
“Eat my pussy,” I whimper.
He hits my right breast again in the very same spot. I’d be amazed by his accuracy when he hasn’t pulled his eyes from mine, but my flesh stings too much.
“Also a wrong answer.”
“Jesus,” I nearly scream when he lands two hits to my other breast.
“Repeat. After. Me.” My breasts burn, and my pussy slickens when he punctuates each word with stinging slaps. “Whatever. You. Want. TJ.”
“Please,” I beg, and not for him to give me what I want, but because he’s inching toward my limit and he damn well knows it.
Being drugged and unable to hand myself over to someone is different from actually speaking the words.
“Say it,” he urges as his talented fingers twist my already burning nipple.
“Whatever you want,” I tell him so quickly it sounds like a single moan.
“You missed a word.”
I’m going to die. The pleasurable pain, something I thought I’d never actually have is going to kill me. I can’t fucking wait.
“Whatever you want, TJ,” I hiss.
“Mmm.” His gratification rumbles from his lips. “I love the sound of my name coming out of this pretty mouth.”
My blood boils, breath hitching at the realization that I now have a means to manipulate him.
“I don’t want either,” he hisses.
He spins me around, shoving my face against the wall as rough hands pull my hips, forcing my ass out. He slams inside of me without warning, and I kind of hate how wet I am for him. He’s thick, filling me impossibly full, but the slide is too easy. It’s decadent enough that my toes curl against the concrete floor.
“Fuck,” he grunts. The feel of my body engulfing his cock seems to be too much for him. His hips stiffen as he releases my hair and grips my throat instead. It’s not enough to obstruct my breathing, but tight enough to let me know who’s in charge. My back arches as he urges me to straighten until my head is on his shoulder. Only then do his hips move again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m liquid in his arms. I don’t think my own muscles are even holding a pound of my weight up. He’s doing all the work, using his strength to impale me with his cock in a relentless tempo.
“Goddamn it,” he bellows, and suddenly I’m released and pushed to the floor.
I don’t have a second to protest before he shoves his cock in my mouth. The pulse in my clit pounds at being denied in the same rhythm he stabs into my mouth with.
“I’m going to spank your ass for this,” he grits out, frustration evident in his tone as he rips his cock from my mouth. “Ride me.”
“Mmm,” I whimper when he’s on his back and I can sink down on him once more.
“If you make me come too soon, you’re in for a world of hurt,” he cautions.
I move my feet, shuffling them forward an inch or so to get better leverage when my toes hit metal. An evil smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I look down and see his forgotten knife. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and pick up the knife. His eyes are half-lidded, and my tempo never falters.
He doesn’t even see the knife until I’m holding it to his chest, and even then, he doesn’t look afraid.
“You coming too soon, isn’t my problem.” I swivel my hips with him buried all the way inside of me. My pleasure is betrayed when my own groan slips out.
“This tight pussy is one hundred percent your fault.” As if I didn’t have a knife against his skin, he grips my hips holding me above him and slams into me a half dozen times.
Lost in my own pleasure, the knife slips. I don’t realize I’ve cut him until he hisses.
“Fuck, baby. That doesn’t help. It’ll only make me come faster.”
TJ suddenly sits up, and I’m terrified I pushed him too far as the knife clatters back to the floor. He’s grinning as he grips me on one hip and at the nape of my neck and uses his own strength to piston me up and down on his dick.
“Oh, God,” I groan as an orgasm slams into me. My legs tremble. My feet tingle. Hell, even my hair seems to stand on end, completely turned on by this man.
“That’s much better,” I hear him grumble in my ear. He allows my release. He lets me ride every wave my body has to give before he concerns himself with his own. “I’m going to come.”
I wish I had it in me to double my efforts, to give him more pleasure, but my legs are too languid to work right. His teeth dig into my shoulder at the same time I feel his cock kick deep inside of me. It’s several more pulses and an endless time before he releases his grip on the back of my neck.
He doesn’t shove me off him as I anticipate. His grip on my hip loosens a fraction, and his other hand swipes damp hair from my eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” A smile spreads across his gorgeous face with my answer. “Thank you.”
Chapter 28
TJ
She is fucking perfect.
Her submission, then her fight. Man, this woman is everything I’ve ever needed.
“I came inside of you,” I confess, brushing my lips along her cheek. “Didn’t even consider a condom because I was so worked up.”
Only now does she stiffen.
“I’m clean, baby,” I vow. “I get tested very often because of the way I like to do things.”
“I don’t know if I’m—”
I pull my face away from hers. “You’re clean, too. They tested you when you went to the hospital over a month ago.”
Her brow draws in, and a frown plays on her lips. “And just how do you know that?”
I shrug, too far past expert stalker level to care. “I hacked your medical files.”
“Of course you did.” She huffs, but she’s either exhausted or doesn’t really care because she’s still plastered against me. Either way is fine for me because I love the warmth of her skin against mine.
“You need to get some rest.”
“Mhmm,” she agrees and snuggles deeper in my arms.
“Fuck, I wish I could take you upstairs,” I tell her as I stand and walk back toward the cage.
“What are you doing?” She’s questioning me, but she doesn’t fight me when I open the door and urge her to get back inside.
I don’t answer until the lock is back in place.
“You faked your orgasm,” I remind her as I bend to scoop up my clothes and begin to dress.
“I fucking did not!”
“Not today. No, today you came like a fucking goddess on my dick.” Her cheeks pink and fuck me if I don’t want to pull her out and take her again. “Last time at your apartment. You faked it.”
Her jaw snaps closed.
“You need to learn to ask for what you need.” Her arms cross over her chest. The crate is barely tall enough for her to sit Indian style. “Or at least not fake it when I’m inside of you.”
She doesn’t argue with me, merely huffs several more times as I take a seat in the single chair in the basement and pull my phone out.
“I need a shower. I don’t think staying in this cage with cum dripping out of me is a good idea.”
“I think my cum inside of you is the best idea ever,” I counter. “Just the thought of it being there makes my dick hard all over again.”
“We should fuck again then.”
I don’t pull my eyes away from my phone. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment for faking it.”
“You can slap my tits some more.”
“Also not much of a punishment.”
“I want you inside of me,” she purrs.
The shifting of her weight in the cage draws my attention, but I do my best to look disinterested when my eyes find hers. “I’m already inside of you.”
Her eyes narrow at the reminder.
“Take me upstairs and let me clean your wounds.”
The offer is tempting. The thought of her small hands running soap over the superficial slices on my abdomen also makes my cock kick in my jeans.
I’m seconds away from giving in when my cell phone chimes a text.
Virus: We need to talk
TJ: Later
Virus: I have more info on that chick
TJ: Be right there
“I’m hungry.” Her attempt at vulnerability doesn’t affect me.
“I’ll get you something to eat.”
“I need coke.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I need liquor.”
“You don’t need that either.”
“Where are you going?” Kaci cries when I stand and walk toward the stairs.
“I’ll be back. Think of how much of a bad girl you’ve been, and we’ll discuss it when I get back.”
“I’m going to cut your fucking heart out if you leave me down here again.”
I turn back, basking in the joy of her smile when she thinks I’m going to release her.
“I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her right before pulling the string on the light and walking away.
“TJ! How long am I going to be down here?” she asks when I’m halfway up the stairs.
I don’t turn back in her direction. “I’ll send someone down with something to eat.”
She’s still calling me every curse word in the book when I close the basement door.
“I hear you’ve got a pet.” Xena nudges my shoulder with hers as I step into the hallway. “When do we get to play with her?”
Before, the thought of anyone touching Kaci made me see red, but I don’t immediately toss out the idea of Xena and maybe some of the other girls playing with her. Quick images conjured of Xena getting a taste of just how sweet Kaci’s pussy is makes me want to grab her and get right to it, but I have other things to take care of first.
“Grab her something to eat,” I tell Xena as I walk past.
“Of course,” she responds, and the eagerness in her voice stops me in my tracks.
I turn back before she wipes the wicked smile from her pink lips. “Touch her pussy without my permission, and you’ll never get to play with her again.”
“Sure thing,” she agrees. “I’m a patient girl.”
We part ways, Xena heading into the kitchen as I make my way to Hornet and Virus’s office. My concern increases when I walk in, and Virus makes eye contact immediately. Normally I’d have to wait for him to beat the level he’s playing on whatever game is interesting him at the time.
“Your dad was a piece of shit, right?”
I raise an eyebrow at Virus as I take the seat behind Hornet’s desk. Virus was absorbed into the MC after Lynch killed our dad, so he never had the displeasure to meet him.
“Probably the worst guy you could’ve ever met. Be glad you didn’t.”
“Was he sell his daughter to sex traffickers bad, though?”
“What?” I snap up from my relaxed position and glare at him.
“You told me you wanted more, that I needed to dig deeper. So I did.” He must register my anger because he licks his lips nervously like I’m going to kill the messenger, and I just might. “People do what they’ve always done. If something happens and they benefit from it, even if it had horrific outcomes, they tend to repeat things to try to replicate the results. Royce Stewart won his mayoral race after his three-year-old son choked on a toy. Seven years ago, he announced his intention to run for Congress but wasn’t met with much fanfare. He wasn’t very good at his job as mayor.”
“Can you get to the fucking point,” I snap.
“On a whim, I looked into his finances. Three weeks before your girl was abducted in Honduras, her father paid five grand to have her taken.”
My head snaps back. “Five fucking grand? That’s nothing.”
Virus shrugs. “They would’ve taken her for free. Mr. Stewart is a chump that got played if you ask me.”
He has the decency to look ashamed when I growl at him.
“Are you sure? What did the payment show up as? Steal a Girl Inc. or something?”
“No.” He points at his computer screen, but I hold my hand up to let him know I’m not interested in watching how he came to his conclusion. “I can go step by step, but the gist of it, after ten layers of bullshit, is that he paid someone that has ties to the guy they busted running the sex den in Venezuela.”
“All because he wanted to win a fucking political race?” I understand killing someone because they pissed you off. I have murdered people for looking at me wrong or stealing Ravens Ruin dope, but to win a race? It’s unfathomable to me, and I have loose morals.
“The fucked-up part is that he lost. His opponent ran on the premise that if Stewart couldn’t take care of his own damn family what business did he have taking care of a state.”
“She doesn’t know,” I mutter more to myself than to him.
She wouldn’t go to her parents’ house if she knew. I don’t know everything about her, but I do know that.
“You going to tell her?”
My knee bounces and sweat blooms on my forehead just thinking about relaying that news. “I should just fucking kill him.”
“It’s not your kill.”
I don’t realize Virus said it rather than it being in my own head until I look and see him watching me.
“It’s hers.”
“Jesus!” I hiss standing from the chair and running my hands over the top of my head. I pace the short length of the office in a bid to calm down, but it only seems to agitate me more. “What is it with everyone around this motherfucker having daddy issues?”
“It’s what makes us who we are,” Virus answers.
“Would you tell your girl?”
Why am I even asking him this shit?
I feel helpless. She’s already broken. This news may be what finally sends her over the edge.
“I don’t feel like there’s a one hundred percent right answer here, man.”
And that solves that. He doesn’t have a damn clue either.
Chapter 29
Kaci
My head jerks up, more from being startled awake than fear of the unknown. I shouldn’t trust TJ, but there’s just something about the light in his eyes that makes me believe he’ll never truly hurt me. He’s nothing like Deo and the men that hurt me before. Instinct tells me he’s different, even though just like before, I’ve been abducted and locked in a basement.
Slender legs are showcased at the top of the stairs. Most people would be relieved to know that even though it’s not
TJ coming back, a woman is here. I personally know that women can be ten times worse than the men in situations like this.
The door doesn’t close behind her as she makes her way toward me, but I recognize her just from her stature.
“Xena?”
I shield my eyes as if it will help with the light haloing behind her.
“Just a minute doll.” The light clicks on, but she doesn’t give me but a brief glance before turning back to the stairs. She rushes up them, closes the door to the outside, and rushes back down. “You seem to have gotten yourself caught.”
Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she looks down at me and the predicament TJ has placed me in.
“Seems so.” She reaches for the lock on the front of the cage. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you want out of this thing?”
“Did TJ tell you to let me out?” Now, I know I sound like a crazy person.
“He told me to bring you something to eat.”
“But he didn’t say let me out?” She shakes her head. “I’m not getting out until he says I can.”
“Even if I can help you escape?”
“He’d still find me,” I mutter. “Running now will only make things worse later.”
“Do you want to escape him?” She flips her long black hair over her shoulder as she waits for me to respond.
She’ll be waiting a long-ass time because I don’t really have an answer for her. As a matter of fact, I have done my best not to think about the what-ifs for years, and TJ is one of those things I’ve shoved in that box. Wanting him and needing him temporarily is very different from thinking I’ll have something with him long-term.
“Does he do this often?” I ask instead of answering her question.
Xena bites her plump lip. Amusement shines in her eyes, letting me know that she’s well aware that I avoided the question.
“I’ve been here for years, and I can’t think of a single time he’s caged a woman down here.” She looks around the empty room as a shudder runs through her. “But, a lot of things happen down here that us women don’t hear about.”
“Where am I?”
“In the basement.” Pinching my lips together, I glare at her. “In the basement at the clubhouse.”