by Marie James
BT pulls me from my thoughts the second he curves his two inserted fingers. The tips of his digits stroke that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside of me, causing my back to arch off the bed. My eyelids squeeze tight at the first sharp tingle of orgasm. He moans against my flesh, and the sounds combined with the vibration against my already sensitive clit send me over the edge.
He holds me down with one hand while his other stays buried inside of me. He flicks his tongue rapidly against me, drawing out every possible second of my climax. If I could form thought right now, I’d admit that this is, hands down, the most magnificent orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I lie completely pliable as he tugs my sweats back up my legs, kissing my trembling muscles as he goes.
“What are you doing?” I’m finally able to ask as he pulls my sweats completely up and kisses my stomach.
“What do you mean?” he asks as he dips his tongue into my bellybutton.
I moan again and feel him smile against my skin. “I want you inside of me,” I say and begin to shove my pants down my ass.
His hands stop me from going any further than the first curve of my ass.
“We don’t have time for that,” he says softly settling back over my body.
His weight and the feel of his skin against mine is heaven. I sway my upper body slightly against his, enjoying the feel of his chest hair against the tips of my breasts. He’s on his elbows near my face. “I’m going to need more than a handful of minutes once I get the privilege of getting inside of you, Aviana.” He leans in and kisses my lips briefly, pulling away too soon. “And it sure as fuck isn’t going to be here.”
My face falls and the joy I was feeling just a moment ago begins to dissipate. I want to tell him that getting out of here alive isn’t a sure thing, and we should take advantage of the time we have. I don’t though; rather I look up into chocolate colored eyes that have been keeping me sane in my dreams since the second I woke up in this place.
BT lays to my side and pulls me against his chest. I think the temptation of being lined up against my center was too much for him. I trace the muscles of his stomach as his hand traces the curve of my spine.
“Tell me about this place,” he says interrupting the delusion I started to build in my head. For a second, I was pretending that we were away on vacation rather than both of us being under the thumb of the SINdicate.
“The only cameras are the ones at the front door. I’ve looked, and Darby has confirmed there are no cameras in the rooms. A special key card is required to get out,” I tell him.
“Yeah, Vito has to use one to get in as well,” he adds.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” I admit against his chest. He kisses the top of my head. “You just came to get me?”
“Yep.”
“Just like that?” I tilt my head to look in his eyes.
He shrugs slightly. “Think long, think wrong.”
I laugh. “Isn’t that a quote from The Patriot, with Mel Gibson?”
He grins from ear to ear. I may not be interested in relationships, but I can openly admit that I’m completely in love with his smile. It lights up his whole face and eyes, and without the beard, the deep dimples on either side of his face are on full display.
“What can I say? I love movies.”
I chuckle lightly. “Any other movie bits of inspiration that seem fitting for the night?”
“I have a favorite James Dean quote,” he says.
I raise my head again.
“The porn star? Doesn’t he usually just grunt?” My eyes are wide, but the crazy thing is, his eyes are wider.
“You watch porn?” He smirks mischievously.
Slightly embarrassed, I lower my head back to his chest. “I’m single and have a healthy sexual appetite.”
“I can’t wait to get you out of here so I can learn more about this healthy appetite you have, but I’m referring to the actor.”
“What’s the quote?” I ask. I’m not very familiar with James Dean, the actor, but I know he was a sexy heartthrob back in the day.
“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.” He quotes.
It’s a very profound sentiment. I stay quiet as long as I can, but I feel the need to break the seriousness of how we’re both feeling. We both know he’ll have to leave soon. I’ll have to watch him walk away, and he’ll have to walk out of here as if I’m just some girl he met and slept with tonight.
“According to your quote, we should definitely have sex right now.” His laughter rumbles in his chest, the sound low and deep against my ear. I smile as he holds me tighter against his chest.
“They have me here in the same building. I just want you to know that so you won’t feel so alone,” he explains.
I should tell him that I’m still completely alone, and no matter if a few floors are between us, it may as well be a million miles if we can’t get to one another.
“I’ll come back to you as often as I can. How often do Vito and Frankie come here?”
“I’ve seen Vito twice I think, and Frankie has been here three times since I got here. Maybe you can persuade them to come more often.” I hold him tighter because I know soon he’ll be pulled from my arms.
“I don’t have much pull with these guys. I’m a means-to-an-end as well. If I hadn’t kicked a couple of their asses, I wouldn’t even be here.”
I don’t question him. I have no idea how beating up guys in the SINdicate leads to working for them to pay off debts rather than ending up dead in an alley, but I’ve never really understood men anyways. I blame that shit on my father. I never could understand why a man who seemed to have everything in life throw it all away to place a bet with his paycheck rather than pay his bills and take care of his family.
I stiffen when I hear Vito’s voice near my door. BT hears it too and jumps off the bed.
“I’m so sorry for this, Aviana,” he says coming around to my side of the bed. “Sit up,” he says harshly and pulls out his semi-erect cock. “I don’t want them to want to touch you,” he explains quickly.
The locking mechanism makes a whirling sound just as I lower my eyes to his dick. Not caring who’s coming in the door, I crane my neck and let my tongue sweep over the head. His eyes go wide, and he hisses a breath between his teeth.
“Time to go,” I hear Vito say from behind him.
“Fuck, okay,” BT says. “Give me a damn minute.”
I watch as he tucks his growing cock back into his pants. I see a pained expression sweep over his face before he turns away from me and walks toward Vito.
“You’ve got a dud, man,” BT says slapping him on the back. “She can’t suck dick for shit.”
My heart clenches at his words, and a tear rolls down my cheek when he walks out closing the door behind him without saying another word.
I know he’s acting. I could see him double in size just being in front of my face. Him warning me about the men and how he wants to make sure no one else tries to sleep with me doesn’t make his words hurt any less.
Chapter 22
BT
I hate saying bad things about her, and I hate how I decided to do what I did. I couldn’t think of another way around it. The angle of the door to the bed left no other recourse. If I didn’t whip my dick out, Vito would’ve been suspicious. I thought I had more time. It felt like I only had seconds with her, even though I know it was probably closer to two hours.
What I hate the most though is having to walk away from her. I nearly came when I saw her perfectly pink tongue snake out toward my cock. I had to suddenly pull away. If I didn’t, I’d never be able to leave her. I may lie to these fuckers about how her oral skills, of which I’ve yet to experience, sucked, but the tingle in my balls just being a few inches from her mouth tells me whenever I do get to slide to the back of her throat, it will be the best damn day of my life.
Vito notices me holding my hand against my mouth. I can smell her on my face and my hand
s. I’m pissed I can’t just be left in this moment alone so I can enjoy the memory of her on my skin.
“What’s up?” He asks indicating my hand.
I sweep it over my chin roughly. “I got pussy on my face,” I lie.
He shakes his head in disbelief. “You don’t have to do that man. They do whatever the fuck you want.”
I shrug my shoulder. “I’m equal opportunity I guess. Waste of my damn time, eating pussy more than half the time. Then the blowjob was less than good.” I hate the words spewing out of my mouth, but I need this asshole to think she’s not worth his time. I need him to stick with the other girls he clearly feels will do his dick justice.
“You should’ve just fucked her and got it over with,” He says on the ride down to my floor.
“Didn’t have a rubber, and she said she didn’t know if she was clean or not.” I wipe my hand over my face. “Of course she says that shit after she comes all over my face. The last thing I need in the middle of working off my debt is for my dick to fall off too.”
He laughs loudly. “There’s a bowl of condoms right inside the door.” He shakes his head and slaps me on the back as we exit the elevator and make our way to my door. “Next time grab a rubber and fuck her. Maybe she’s better on her back than she is on her knees.”
I walk through the door and close it behind me without another word. I’m seething. Five more seconds with that guy and the other women would just have to wait for some other guy to rescue them because I’ll beat his ass and go get my girl.
We don’t have much longer before the timeframe the SINdicate gave her father ends. They know just as much as I do that he’ll never come up with the money. I know they may not hurt her so long as they think she’s earning some of that money back, but she won’t be able to hide the fact that she’s turning down everyone but me for long.
Being in this room, only a handful of floors below her makes me crazy. I pace around my small room livid that there’s nothing I can do this very second to help her. I regretted leaving her behind the second the steel door closed behind us.
I clench my fists. Every half-cocked plan to rescue her and the other women is no plan at all. Without knowing where the other women are, I have no recourse to even formulate a way to save them and her. I know the first thing I need to do is get a phone off of one of the fuckers Vito and Frankie have me roll.
I’ve got to get Shadow and the entire Cerberus team on this. Thinking I could handle this on my own and assuming this would be quick and easy was a mistake of epic proportions.
I sit down on the tiny sofa and kick off my shoes. I get up and walk closer to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I remove my prosthetic and the padded socks. Climbing over the lip of the tub is a pain in my ass, which makes me hate the SINdicate more. The only good thing I’ve discovered with this room is the rate at which the water heats up and extreme pressure the shower head works at.
I lean my head against the wall and allow the stream to hammer my back. I didn’t take into account the way my body would feel after leaving Aviana. My balls ache, and the mere thought of her has me thickening without provocation.
I imagine I’m a pitiful sight. At nearly thirty damn years old, I’m stroking my cock in the shower like a fifteen-year-old boy. I can’t remember the last time I pictured a specific woman to fantasize about while jacking off in the shower.
I know that coming in the shower isn’t going to relieve much pressure. The only thing that would satisfy me right now would be an orgasm resulting from Aviana’s direct touch. Her hand. Her mouth. That glorious pussy I had my mouth on a mere few hours ago.
I do know, however, attempting to go to bed without doing something will lead to an already restless night of sleep. I groan as my hand strokes over the engorged head. I lick my lips hoping to get another taste of her. Nothing remains. We kissed so much after she exploded there’s not a trace of her on my lips. Fuck. Kissing that perfect mouth, knowing her taste mingled between us, has to be the hottest thing ever.
I stroke myself faster, harder. I picture myself in front of her mouth. I see her trace her tongue over her lips in anticipation. I close my eyes and see her looking up at me, her hazel eyes wide and begging.
“Fuck,” I groan as I coat the wall of the shower with long, hot streams of semen.
I take calming breaths, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. I let my mind wander to what life will be like once we get back to Tampa, and we can put all of this shit behind us.
I feel like I can talk to Aviana, even though we’ve not really had time to talk about anything substantial. I don’t have expectations of a relationship with her, even though I hope there will be one. I’m not here to bring her home on the condition that she stay with me, but I can’t help but hope she’ll want to once we get back.
She will not return to that shitty apartment. She may not live in the worst area of Tampa, but it’s in the top five. I’d never be able to sleep at night knowing she’s there. We didn’t have time to talk about why she left so quickly the night she came to my house for dinner, but I plan to ask her once we get the chance to talk again.
I wash my body and try to think of a way to convince Vito to return to the top floor. I hold absolutely no pull where our daily plans are concerned, but the idea of pussy is very tempting for any man. I know I can’t wait to get back up there and get my mouth on her again.
I feel a twinge of remorse thinking about what we did this evening. She’s trapped, and even though I may be the only person she can trust right now, I can’t help but feel like I took advantage. I’m unexplainably drawn to her, and I know she was begging for more, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t regret it the second I walked away. That’s why I know I can’t make love to her until she’s free of that place, and the decision is based solely on her wanting me, rather than feeling obligated because of the situation she’s in.
Never in my life did I think I’d be dating, or trying to date, a woman held captive by a Vegas mob boss. This stuff is so far-fetched normal people would think I’m crazy if I ever tried to retell this story.
Chapter 23
Aviana
I didn’t leave my room again after BT left. The time he was able to spend with me was amazing, and not just because I’m trapped here. He’s managed, in only two short moments together, to crawl inside me. Not in the literal sense, even though his fingers, hands, and mouth were an eye-opening experience.
Walls I spent my whole life building have begun to crumble. Last night I spent hours wondering about him and the possibility of more. Normally, I’d shut down any thoughts of wanting a man in my life for more than a little fun, but somehow, he’s different.
It’s impossible not to want to get to know him better and see where this leads. He dropped everything in his life to come find me. That right there is enough to make any girl swoon. No matter how hard I tried in the beginning, I’ve discovered I’m in no shape or form immune to his charm. Charm isn’t the only thing he has working in his favor. Aside from his ridiculously good looks, he’s practically a hero.
If a man is willing to risk life and limb to rescue a girl he hardly knows, what does that say for his dedication to a woman he’s actually in a relationship with? I’ve admitted to myself that the men I’ve been avoiding to not end up like my mother are nothing like BT. I know I may have shunned a few good guys in my attempt to avoid heartbreak, but not one man prior is as amazing as BT.
I feel absurd lying in bed, fantasizing about what a life with BT would be like. It isn’t until my stomach growls, reminding me that I skipped dinner last night to spend time with him, that I force myself out of my room.
I head to the kitchen and make a Nutella and jelly sandwich; my go-to meal these days. The whole floor is incredibly quiet this morning. I head out with my sandwich to find Darby. She seemed pretty excited that Vito was paying attention to her again. I don’t see her in the living room area, so I head to her door and give it a soft knock.
I
t’s not early in the morning, but we don’t really keep normal hours up here. I blame that on never getting to leave the floor, which means a lot of us take naps throughout the day. When she doesn’t respond after the first knock, I try again.
I wait a long minute, and she finally opens the door. My smile fades immediately when I see her swollen eyes. It’s clear she’s been crying. I gently push my way into her room and close the door behind me. It’s not until she sits on the bed and looks at me directly that I can tell she has purple bruising on her cheek.
“What happened?” I ask gently when I really want to get angry and yell.
I knew the women in the house would do something like this eventually, and hate that I wasn’t there to help her. I now know that my days of safety are numbered. It’s not only the men I have to worry about hurting me but the women as well.
Darby releases a low chuckle. “Vito happened.”
“Vito?” I sit down at the foot of the bed. “He hit you?”
She nods yes. “Apparently, he’s still upset about the hook ups after my outing with Frankie.”
“Did he…?” I can’t even get the question about sexual assault out.
“We had sex. It was rougher than normal,” she says shrugging her shoulders. “I like it rough, so I was surprised, but it wasn’t until we were talking afterward. He told me not to take dates or have sex with any of the other guys. When I explained my contract, he just laughed at me and then he hit me.”
I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands. “What does that mean now?”
“It means I’ll only be allowed to be with him.” She shakes her head and begins to cry. “I can’t just have sex with one person. That’s not who I am.”
I rub her knee because I don’t know what else to say. Normally I would know exactly where she’s coming from but after meeting and spending time with BT, it seems my views on sex are changing.
I want to tell her about him, but I know I can’t. Not just because he told me to keep it to myself, but I know I can’t trust anyone here, even if she’s the closest thing to a friend that I have.