by Shyla Colt
“Shit, look at her!” A voice called.
She moaned once more rubbing her thighs together to relieve the dull ache in her core.
“Look at her, she’s about to get off, sucking his prick.”
“Fuck, come over here and suck me, Goldie,” someone called.
She felt powerful and sexy. She was doing this to them.
Pan smirked. “I am going to have so much fun with you.” He growled. “Now I’m going to
come and you’re going to swallow every last drop.” His speed went from zero to sixty as he fucked her mouth with a wild abandon.
It woke something crazy inside her. She used her entire body to pleasure him.
He growled. His cock swelled and he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat.
Lark took it down, nearly choking on his seed.
He pulled out of her mouth and ran his thumbs over the corner of her lips then held it
forward. “You missed some.”
She flicked her tongue out and swirled it around her tongue, ingesting the last of him.
“Shit, now I’m thinking we should’ve kept her.”
She whimpered.
Pan pushed himself back into his pants, zipped his fly and turned to face them. “She’s mine now and I determine what she does and when she does it. You’ve gotten your restitution and that’s the last you’ll get from her.”
“Big words.”
“Fuck off, Ramen, unless you don’t think much of Glider’s word.”
Silence settled over the circle.
“Now like I said, we need to get going. Thanks for the dealings and the hospitality. I have a new woman to break in.”
Laughter rang out and just as fast as it arrived, the tension disappeared like a puff of smoke.
Pan gazed down at her. “Get up.”
She scrambled to her feet, eager to leave the building and the memories of the day far
behind.
“I’ll need her car and her property.”
“Done,” Glider said. “Prospect, bring the shit around for the man.”
They made their way outside amongst congratulatory pats on the shoulder to Pan and gropes to her body. The violation made her sick to her stomach. She swallowed the bile and kept her head down, playing the role of docile. A few more minutes and she would find her freedom.
They stepped out into the night and she gasped, taking in the air like a drowning victim breaking the surface. Her nerves fell over her like an avalanche. Shame weighed down on her chest. How could I have liked that or him? It’s a bit early for Stockholm syndrome.
“Let’s go, we don’t have time to sit around and shoot the shit.”
His gruff voice brought her to attention like a soldier. She fell in line with his step and followed him to her car. She would follow him down into Mexico. She prayed it wouldn’t be for the last time.
Pan felt naked as they crossed the border. It was easier to go through immigration without his vest, so he stored in the saddlebag. It made him antsy. Being a Dueling Devil was more than a position, it was part of his identity. Removing it felt like denying who he was. A few miles into town, he pulled over and slipped on his cut. It would make people think twice about causing shit.
The city could be a rough place. The criminal element fed on weakness and waited patiently for an opportunity. Lit storefront windows broke up the darkness. Brightly colored blankets, piñatas and hats hung from posts, trying to tempt visitors into buying an authentic gift from Mexico. A live band played bass heavy music. Couples danced in the streets. Plastic cups in hand, people enjoyed the evening. He envied them. Carefree and completely unaware of the dirty dealings right under their noses. They spun and whirled as colorful skirts caught the light and bodies grinded together.
Thoughts of Lark and him in a similar position made his dick twitch. She had him ready to plow into her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she wasn’t even trying. Her ability to push his buttons irritated him. He pulled away from the curb and roared off, following the directions he memorized. The hotel was only twenty minutes from the border and off the main road that ran through the town. It spoke to the cartel’s power that they flouted their presence here.
The two-story beige stucco building greeted them with its Fiesta Bonita sign. Palm trees lined the front of the building giving it a warm, inviting feel. I bet the people staying here have no clue what’s going on in the rooms next to them. He pulled into a parking spot.
Lark maneuvered her vehicle into the spot beside him. She stepped out, looking good
enough to eat in the short black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin and high heels that made her shapely legs go on for days. She’d changed in a gas station bathroom before they hit the border.
When he saw her, his jaw had dropped to the ground. Who knew she’d clean up so damn well? He strode to the back of the truck, pulled out the silver suitcase and took the lead, leaving her to follow behind him. She needs to understand I’m in charge. She’s too invested in the situation. If her emotions took over, they could both end up fucked.
Her heels clicked on the pavement as she caught up with him. They entered the hotel and he walked up to the desk.
A tiny woman in a black suit, severe bun and blinding smile greeted him, “Welcome to
Fiesta Bonita. How may I help you?”
“We have a reservation for Smith.”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, of course, Sir. We have the best room ready for you.” Her hand
shook slightly as she fumbled behind the desk. There was no request for identification or form of payment. She slid the keys across the desk. “You’re in room 126. You go down the hallway behind you, take a left at the first corridor and it’ll be the last door. If you need anything at all, please let me know, my name is Esperanza and I’m the manager working tonight.”
“Thank you, Esperanza,” he said. He studied her face carefully, but he read nothing other than fear. Whether it was fear of the people they were delivering to or the fate they were blindly walking toward, he couldn’t say. The gun holster beneath his vest reassured him. If nothing else, he’d go out in a blaze of gunfire. Everyone’s number came up eventually. He followed the yellow carpet feeling like he was on a path to see the wizard. They reached the door and he used his card. The lock beeped and the light flickered green.
Go time.
They stepped inside and discovered two hulking thugs.
Their tailored gray suits and expensive shades did nothing to make them look less
threatening. Their heads were cleanly shaven and a tattoo curled its way around their necks, a symbol of their loyalty to their organization.
He closed the door behind him them and stopped near the entrance.
“Did you bring what you were supposed to?” The bulky man on the left asked.
“Yeah, I got it,” Pan said. He walked over to the bed and placed the suitcase on the top of the comforter.
“Open it,” The man on the right ordered.
He unzipped it and stepped back. The neat bundles of white product stood out against the black interior. Pan stepped even further back and the man on the right moved forward, taking the bags out as his partner set up a scale.
They took their time carefully measuring. “It looks like it’s all there. Lucky for both of you,”
One of them said.
“And my sister?” Lark whispered.
“You were late. So…you understand why we can’t let her go.”
“What? That wasn’t my fault.”
The man shrugged. “You got a problem with that, you best take it up with the boss man.”
“No. No this was not part of the deal!” Lark screamed.
“You’d best get your bitch in check before I do it for you.” The man growled low.
Pan grabbed her arm and snatched her up against him.
“Let me go.”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” He barked.
She jumped. Her eyes damn ne
ar bulged out of her skull.
The wounded expression in her brown eyes made him feel lower than a snake. He leaned in and whispered, “There’s nothing we can do right now.”
“I’m not leaving here without, Robin.” She shook his hand free. “Take me to her.”
Her words set him off like a bomb. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He gave her a few hard shakes. “I don’t give a shit what she says. She’s leaving with me.”
The man shrugged. “We got what we came here for. This shit’s between the two of you.” He snapped his fingers. “Let’s go, Hector.” He smirked at Lark. “I’ll tell the boss you’ll be contacting him soon.”
Pan clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her to his body, pinning her arms with his own. She wiggled and he gripped her tighter. She cried out. He ignored her protest as the men gathered their things and left. The door closed behind him and she fought with renewed strength.
He walked over to the wall and pressed her body against it. “Calm the fuck down. You aren’t going anywhere and we both know it. You think I risked my ass coming down here for you, just to hand deliver you? What happens when he has everything he wants and you have no leverage?
You stop to think about that?” He removed his hand.
“Why do you care?”
“I wish I fucking knew. Cause you’ve been nothing but grief.”
“So, let me go. Please just let me go. I can’t leave her here with him—doing God knows
what. I–I just can’t.” Her shoulders heaved. Broken sobs filled the silence in the room.
This shit isn’t even worth it.
“You want to go? I’m not your keeper.” He released her and stepped back. “Go chase them down, deliver yourself on a silver platter and see where it gets you and Robin. My conscious is clear. I fixed the mess the Minion’s made and I tried to keep you safe. If you’re too fucking stubborn to realize that, it’s on you.”
Lark’s lower lip trembled. She rubbed her arms and glanced around. Dark spots were
forming on her chocolate flesh. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
“I personally hope you don’t do it. You’re too damn beautiful to wind up playing whore to some drug dealer who’ll never let you go. Within the first week, he’ll have you strung out on some shit that makes you do whatever he asks.”
“How dare you!”
“You think I don’t know how this works?” He scowled. “I live in the darkness, you just
moonlight in it.”
“You don’t know shit about me.”
“I know you’ll do everything possible to avoid men like me. I could see it in your eyes. You got fight. I’ll give you that. But you hate the way I make you feel and you hate your sister for her bad decisions.”
“Don’t judge me.”
“Haven’t you done the same to me?”
“No.”
The indignation on her face made him chuckle. “You lying to yourself or me now, Lark?”
He raked his gaze over her body and paused at her breasts. “You’re reacting to me now. You could cut glaze with those nipples.” He took a step forward. “And I bet if I stick my hand under that poor excuse for a dress you’d be wet. Why? Because you like the way, I deal with you. You want a man who’s in control. You need to be told what to do because you have no sense of self-preservation. You want to make up for your sister’s sins, but we both know when judgment comes, it’ll be her alone standing there.”
She chewed at her bottom lip.
Pan knew he’d gotten through to her.
“So, I give up on her? I walk away and leave my own flesh and blood in a hell I wouldn’t deliver my worst enemy to?”
“Did I say that?”
“You shut me down, right in front of them.”
“Because you weren’t thinking with your head. I’m sure they expected that. It's how they get desperate women to make rash decisions.”
“And you just know everything?” she yelled.
“Lower your volume.” His nostrils flared and his blood rushed through his veins. “I’ve
already let you slide with your disrespect. It stops here and now.” He walked over and brushed his fingertips across her throat. “Do I look like the type of man who lets a woman talk down to him, Lark?”
“N-no.”
“That’s because I’m not.” He palmed her throat. “And you should remember that. I’m not a nice guy. They always finish last and please believe me when I say…I make sure I come out on top.”
Lark nervously licked her lips.
“I think I told you not to lie to me. In the past ten minutes, you’ve hardly spoken the truth.
I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” He tightened his grip. Her chest heaved, her warm breath caressing his face.
Her face showed fear, but it also showed something else—arousal.
“How should I teach you to keep that pretty little mouth of your shut until you’ve thought things through? I could fill it, but I’ve already done that. No. I think I’ll teach you about patience and obedience.” He released his grip and she took a shaky breath. Trailing his fingers down her side, he learned her curves. He reached the hem of her dress and caressed her skin and the soft material of the dress. “Waiting can be difficult, but the buildup.” He continued his strokes. “Is worth it.” Her eyes dilated. He shoved her dress up to her waist and cupped her pussy. “I can feel your heat through your panties. You might not like the way I do things, but you like me, don’t you.”
She opened her mouth.
“No lies…” He growled.
Her mouth slammed shut.
“Is it so hard to admit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” He circled her swollen clit through the soft cotton.
“B-Because.”
“That’s not an answer.” He continued his slow circles.
She parted her lips and moved her hips. He pinched her clit. She flinched and cried out. He flicked her nub gently. Her eyes glossed over.
“Tell me.”
She whimpered and he stopped.
“No.”
“Then give me what I asked for, Lark.”
“Because—this isn’t m-m-e.” She jumbled the words together.
“What?”
“Liking—this.” She spat the words out like they were something disgusting.
He rolled her bud between his fingers and she purred like a jungle cat. Fierce, lithe and sexy, she could never be an average house cat. This woman had claws that could kill. “What’s this, Lark?”
“G-giving up—control.”
“Oh, but I think that’s what you need to learn.” He slipped his fingers inside her underwear and her cream coated his fingers. “You are so fucking hot and wet.” He parted her folds and circled her entrance. “I bet you’re tight too.”
Panting, she rocked with the motion of his caresses. Her body tensed.
“But…we’ll have to find out another time.” He removed his fingers. “Because I don’t
reward bad behavior.” Pan stepped back from her, ignoring the screaming protest in his pants. He would never let a woman control him.
Chapter Three
Needy, angry and wet, Lark rested her head against the wall. She’d never felt more alive, or more intrigued by a man. I’m sick. This is my dysfunction. I’m incapable of being in a healthy relationship. She always had the upper hand with the men she’d dated. It was the only way it worked for her. She needed to remain in control and call the shots. It was a personality flaw she accepted…until right now. Pan turned her inside out and challenged everything. It made her want to claw his eyes out and fuck him at the same time. Even now, her core throbbed and her cream continued to flow. What kind of person am I? Her arousal disgusted and confused her. She had no clue where Robin was or how she was being treated. The possibilities were endless. Each image that popped into her mind was worse than the one before.
She pushed off from the wall
and tried to gather her wits. How do you come back at
someone after they made your panties wet, took you to the brink of orgasm and shut you down all in the same ten minutes? She ran her hands through her hair and breathed deep to bring her galloping heart to a slow canter.
“You calm now?” Pan asked. He was the epitome of cool. Perched on the edge of the bed
with his elbows resting on his knees, he watched her with veiled eyelids. His blue eyes gave away nothing.
“It doesn’t change anything.”
“Pity. Perhaps I was wrong about you?”
“Now, who’s judging?” she huffed.
“I’m going by what you’re showing me. There’s a difference.”
“Cold-blooded.”
“I prefer the term…calculating. You can’t help someone else if your ass is in a sling.”
“I’m calling him.” She stormed across the room to her purse.
“Good, but I suggest you know what you want to bargain for. What do you have to offer that he cares about?” His eyes burned her. “What you are willing to negotiate with? How far would you go for your sister?”
She swallowed. It was a question she asked herself a million times before. She’d risk life and limb, pulling her out of flop houses, paying off Robin’s dealers and sacrificing every chance for normalcy she had. You didn’t have to be an addict to be affected by their harried lifestyle.
You just had to be close enough to get sucked into their gravitational pull. Her lip trembled. Is this the moment I decide I’ve had too much? One last time. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Pan looked disappointed.
Her stomach dropped. She didn’t want to let him down. It’d been a long time since she felt anything more than responsibility and fear. Every time the phone rang she expected to find out Robin was dead.
“You that eager to fuck a stranger, Lark?” He cupped his crotch. “Cause I have a willing dick right here.”
“Fuck you!”
“We both know it’s going to be cash or ass. Which do you have?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Maybe if you had a sibling, you’d understand.”
Pan snorted. “You know fuck all about me, lady. I have a twin. Only reason I’m still here is because I admire your loyalty.”