by Nicole Fox
We pulled apart from each other, and he stroked my cheek, cupped my face. “How you doing? You holding in there?”
I turned my face into his hand, loving the way it felt on my skin, kissed his palm. I sighed as I closed my eyes, just enjoying this moment of peace before I went and did what I had to do. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I'm holding in there.”
“You look good,” he said. “Better than I would have thought.”
I told him about my Uncle Tyson coming down and letting me walk around a little and shower. “I think,” I said, pausing to lick my lips, “I think we can get him on our side. At least to kill Joey. He knows that he's gone off the deep end.”
He nodded. “I heard about what happened with your mother, about why you ran. I had no idea. I would've told you about what I was planning sooner.”
I sighed. “Well, it's partially my fault. I don't exactly advertise what happened.”
I told him about the elevator, about how pops lived down here. “Tyson says it’s all a part of these tunnels. We can get to him from here. I can get to him and finish this.”
He took a step back and shook his head. “That's a fucking suicide mission, Lydia. And you know it.”
“I don't care! The man took my mother from me, and my life! He stuck me in a fucking cage, Kort!”
“But,” he countered as he stepped towards me, pulled me into his arms, “if something happens to you, I don't know what I'd do.”
I looked away, a faint smile on my lips. I shook my head, wondering how I'd ended up here in life. In the dungeons beneath a madman's modern day castle, some kind of 21st century princess returning to avenge the queen's death at the hands of the insane king, in love with the knight in shining armor.
“Don't get me wrong,” he said, squeezing me a little to make his point, “I want your daddy just as dead as you do. He took my best friend from me, same as he took your mother. But, I still want you, too.”
The smile on my lips grew as my heart swelled a little. “You do? Even after all the shit I put you through?”
He chuckled, his hands sliding down to my denim-clad butt. “Probably because of it. You're just . . . you're not like any woman I've ever met, Lydia. You're tough, and sexy, and smart. You can run a pool table or throws bullseyes every time, even pick locks.”
“Well,” I admitted, “you're not too bad yourself. You're handsome, can fight and act, and you're funny, too.”
“Don't forget great in bed,” he suggested, moving his hips against mine.
I purred a little as my eyes tracked down to his mouth and I licked my lips. “You wish. Don’t get cocky.”
He pulled me closer, his lips lowering to mine. “I guess I'm just trying to say . . .”
“You don't have to,” I replied when he didn't finish. “I understand. I . . . I need you, too,” I said as I stood on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. I opened my mouth to his tongue, welcoming it with my own. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, but I didn't care.
Our hands moved over each other's bodies, pulling at our clothes. I knew we were in the middle of enemy territory, and this was the worst possible time do be doing this, but I knew too that I may never feel his hands on me again, his hot breath might not ever grace my neck after we made our move on my pops.
We threw ourselves at each other in the depths of that place. We'd been playing with fire this whole time, why let a little more danger stop us now? Besides, we'd be dead no matter who found us down here. Might as well go out of the world the same way we’d lived in it. His scruffy five o'clock shadowed lips were pressed to my naked breasts, his teeth flashing as they nipped at my tender, excited nubs. I raked my nails across his naked back as he wrapped me in his strong arms, his hands on my butt and hips, squeezing, gripping at me for dear life. We clung to each other, trying desperately to be nearer to one another than we'd ever been to any human being alive.
My body was on fire with my need for him, the man I loved. I had to feel him inside me before we faced our next, and final test. And I could tell from the way his exceptional manhood pressed into my belly he felt the exact same way.
“Lydia,” he growled me in my ear just before nipping at my ear lobe.
I arched my body into, pressed my breasts flat against his chest as I writhed under his touch. “Fuck me, Kort,” I whispered, my voice raspy with lust as I slipped my hand down between us and grabbed his cock. “I need you right now. I need you more than anything I've ever needed.”
He groaned in my ear as I swirled my thumb around his head, as I smeared his excitement all over and began to stroke him. He grabbed my ass in both hands, lifting me into the air and pushing me back against the cool concrete wall, pinning me with his body. I shivered as the damp, rough stone touched my skin. My hand still on his cock, I guided him to my dripping entrance and wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved his hips forward, thrusting his hard length deep into me, as his lips found mine.
My whole body shook as I took him in one go, sliding down his member as I screamed into his mouth. He fucked me hard against the wall, his hips and pelvis slamming into mine as I groaned into him, took his tongue into my mouth, sucked him hard.
He'd manhandled me in the past, had kept me tied to the motel bed as he used my body, had pressed me hard into the mattress as he took the last thing I had to give any man. But this was so different, so raw and primal as our hands tore at one another, as he held me like a doll against the concrete wall, his body roughly grinding against mine. My clit rubbed against the base of his hard cock as he drilled into me, making the world seem like one ball of never ending infinite pleasure that would soon expand to fill the whole universe.
I cried out wordlessly as my orgasm overtook me, my body massaging his prick as he continued to bounce me on it. I rotated my hips, screaming into his mouth as I felt myself become small, like an insignificant mortal in the grasp of his giant hands and towering frame. He bit my neck and shoulder, and I screamed out again, my call echoing through the room as he continued to pound into me.
“I'm close,” he groaned, louder than he meant to, his hips moving faster and faster as he dragged me up and down his cock.
The concrete scraped my back painfully, but it just seemed to add to the fun as another orgasm ripped through me, making the world brighter than I ever imagined possible as fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
“Oh, Kort!” I called, forgetting myself in the passion. “God, you feel amazing!”
“Lydia!” he joined me as his whole body tensed and I felt him go off inside me, his cock buried as deep as it could as he began to unload his seed. “I love you, too,” he growled as he thrust faster.
I shook one last time on his length as he continued to cum inside me, my body shaking like I was on a rollercoaster as I trembled in his strong arms. I cried out again, but bit it off by planting my teeth in his shoulder. I moaned a few more times as his cock began to soften inside me before taking my mouth from him. Our breath heavy and exasperated, he pressed his lips to mine, panting between kisses.
“I do,” Kort whispered as he dropped me slowly to the floor. “You know that, right?”
“Love me?” I asked as I put a hand on his chest and brought myself close to him. I looked up into his dark, brooding eyes, touched his face, brushed my fingers over the scratchy scruff on his chin and square jaw. “Of course I know, handsome.”
We kissed again, sighing into our lovers' embrace as our bodies melted into each other's arms again.
We both froze suddenly as the door to the room opened.
“I knew it! I just fucking knew you were fucking him,” growled a man's voice as he stepped into the room, pistol in hand. “You fucking whore!”
It was Tyson.
Chapter Twenty
Kort
I stepped between Lydia and him, my arms spread as I covered her naked body with mine. Behind me she stooped and picked up her clothes, tried to cover herself as best she could with them. I didn't even bother to cover up. If so
me motherfucker wanted to pull a gun on me while my cock was hanging out, then it was his fault. He barely had his eyes on me, though - he was more interested in Lydia.
“Look,” I said, “this isn't what you think. We're here for Joey, not you or anyone else.”
Tyson laughed bitterly. “You gonna stand there naked, with your dick covered in the daughter of the woman I've always wanted, then tell me it ain't what it looks like? But, instead, you just wanna kill my best friend?”
I shook my head. “Tyson, listen to me. I can keep things straight with Xander. Give us Joey, and you can have everything you've ever wanted! We could even take this place over together!”
“Ain't buying it!” he barked as he waved the barrel of the gun for me to move. “Now, outta the way.”
“Fuck you,” I spat as I squared my shoulders and put a hand behind me, grabbed hold of Lydia and pressed her to my back. “You ain't touching a hair on her head!”
“Want me to blow out your fucking kneecap, punk? Huh? See how much baby girl here likes you limping with a gimp leg? Or how about I just shoot your fucking cock off, huh? You like that instead, baby girl? Huh, Lydia? You wanna man who's gotta piss in a bag for the rest of his life and can only fuck you with a strap on?”
Lydia stroked my back. “Kort, do what he says,” she whispered. “I'll try to fix this, okay?”
I growled and stepped aside, moved into the back corner of the room. I didn't like having to give into this asshole's demands, and I certainly didn't like leaving my woman at his mercy.
When I got into place he fished a pair of cuffs from his pocket and tossed them to me. “Cuff yourself to that pipe, pretty boy Quart,” he sneered as he nodded to an exposed metal pipe that stuck out six inches or so from the wall. It was as big around as my wrist and ran from floor to ceiling. Grudgingly, I cuffed myself in place, the clicking of the bracelets sounding to me like nails in my coffin. Lydia kept her top to her chest with one hand, the other covering the triangle of blonde hair between her legs.
As soon as I'd secured my wrists, Tyson's attention turned to Lydia. His eyes raked up and down her body like a perverted old man. “You really have filled out, ain't you?” he whispered as he stepped close to her, his lips practically smacking. “I'd seen you in your clothes and all, but damn, baby girl, you're looking good.”
“Uncle Tyson,” she plead as she took a tentative step back. “This is crazy. You don't understand.”
“What don't I understand?” he asked as he reached up and stroked her cheek. “This? You two fucking down here in the tunnels? That man, over there, beating my workers half to death?”
She closed her eyes and turned her face away, her lower lip trembling.
“You keep the fuck away from her!” I roared, struggling against the cuffs, the metal banging against the pipe as I tried to lunge for him.
Tyson whirled on me, his gun out in front of him. “You shut your mouth, boy! This is between me and Lydia, and I don't need you sticking your nose where it don't belong!”
“Fuck you, Tyson!”
He stepped quickly over, cracked me across the mouth with the barrel of his gun, the cold steel knocking me to my naked ass on the bare concrete. “Told you to shut your fucking mouth!”
Dazed and bleeding, I shook my head.
He was already back over to Lydia, though. He tore her clothes from her hands, throwing them aside as she screamed in protest. His hand shot out, grabbed her by the jaw, pushed her back against the wall. “Bet you like it rough, don't you little baby girl? Bet you like a strong man to show you what's what, tell you where to put your hands, make you beg for his cock, don't you?”
“Lydia!” I yelled, trying to get back to my feet. “Lydia!”
Lydia shut her eyes tight, thrashed her head from side to side as she struggled to get away from him. He got her by the throat and kept her pinned to the wall. Standing on just her tiptoes she choked and gagged, her face turning red. He dropped her from the wall and spun back to me. I watched as she dropped to her knees with a grimace, her hand coming up to her bruised throat.
“Lydia!”
He came back over, cracked me across the face again with his gun, the iron site tearing across my cheek, sending a stream of warm blood down my face. “Settle down, boy! You keep acting up, I'm gonna have to show you how a real man fucks a woman! You wanna see that? You wanna see me balls deep in your little honey pot over here? Watch her gagging on my cock while I put a gun to her head?”
“Kort,” Lydia gasped out from just past Tyson. I could see her face, but he couldn't, and she flashed me a pained wink. “No! Uncle Tyson, you don't understand, that's all. I wanted Kort here to kill my father, so your hands would be clean. You'd be able to step in when the job was done. That's all!”
Instantly, I knew what she was doing. What she had meant when she told Tyson he didn't understand. Now, it was time for me to play the fool. The only question was, would he believe our little charade?
Chapter Twenty-One
Lydia
Never in a million years would I have imagined that Tyson would be doing this to me, not even after the way he'd looked at me in the shower down the passageway earlier in the night. The look in his eyes was murderous, and I could practically here his teeth grinding themselves to pulverized chalk dust from across the room. The things he was saying, the threats he was making. Rape? This man was my uncle in every way except blood. Clearly he'd gone off the fucking deep end. But there was still a chance we could use him to get us into the sanctum, to allow us access to him. All I had to do was win him to my side. I just hoped Kort had caught my earlier wink, and that he'd know I wasn't trying to hurt him with my betrayal.
Kort nodded at first, but then slowly shook his head. “What are you saying, Lydia?” he asked, a little dejected whine creeping into his voice. “You . . . you used me?”
Perfect. We'd been playing so many parts these last few days, trying to convince the other we were on their side I figured he'd be good enough to play his little role in this. Tyson stayed over Kort, glanced back and forth between the two of us as I began my tale.
“I didn't know if you'd come back for me, Tyson,” I rasped as I settled back against the wall, my hand still trying to rub away the soreness from my throat. “And I thought, even if you did come back, we'd need some more muscle when we went in there. After you left, he slipped down to the cages and broke me out, tried to drag me away from the Warehouse like some caveman because he'd been a dipshit and beat up some guy and had to run. I convinced him to stay, though, so you and I could pin it on him when we took this place from Pops.”
Tyson glared at Kort, seemingly gauging the level of hurt he was feeling at my betrayal. Blood coursed down the side of his head where he’d been hit, and his lips were bloody from being smashed in the teeth with the pistol. He frowned and closed his eyes, turned away from Tyson in shame.
Tyson turned and came back over, his demeanor more subdued. He bought it, I figured. He stooped down and began collecting my clothes, handed them to me and turned around. “I-I'm sorry,” he said as he turned his back to me and allowed me to get dressed in a little privacy. Kort, for his part, kept his face turned into the quarter.
I stood up and began to put my clothes on. “It's okay,” I whispered after my panties and bra were back on. “You didn't know. He came to me, and I had to think on the fly, that's all.”
“You're so much like you mother,” my uncle said after a while, “you know that? She was smart as a whip, too. Way smarter than your pops ever gave her credit for.”
Not smart enough to keep her from marrying a psycho, or dating a piece of shit like you, I wanted to say. Instead, I just mumbled a thanks as I slid into my jeans and pulled them up snugly around my hips, fastening them tight. I grabbed my top and pulled it on, suddenly very grateful to be fully clothed.
“Do you think it'll work?” Tyson asked as I stepped up next to him and glared down at Kort with my best haughty bitch impersonation.
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nbsp; “Why're you asking me?” I replied with a grim smile. “You're the real boss around here, aren't you?”
He puffed up a little, standing taller at my compliment. “Yeah,” he said. “You're right, baby cakes. I am.” He nodded. “It'll work.”
My skin crawled at his nickname for me. I felt like I needed another shower, and it had only been a few hours. “Have the keys?” I asked my uncle. “I say we get this show on the road before it's too late.”
Together we unlocked Kort. I undid the cuffs on both sides and Uncle Tyson covered him for me, to make sure he wouldn't make a move on either of us. Now free, Kort dressed himself, his hard body disappearing back beneath his clothing again. I always hated it when that happened, but right now there were important things to be concerned with.