I finally get my ass off the bed and wipe the tears from my face. I need to do something. I can’t just wait here to die. For all I know he’s going to come in the room with a gun or something and kill me, or however the fuck they do it. I can’t just wait around. I won’t. I don’t want to die.
I walk as quietly as I can to the curtains in the room and open them wide. The windows are large. Really fucking large. Like they were meant to be used to escape from the bedroom. Good. 'Cause that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I run my hand along the top of the sill, searching for a latch, but I don’t find one. My forehead wrinkles with consternation, and my heart beats faster. I push against the top. I try pushing it up with everything I have in me. But it doesn’t budge. Fuck! What the fuck is the point of this window being so damn big then? I want to pound my fists against it, but that would be stupid. He’d hear. I have to be quiet. I have to figure out something else.
I tiptoe to the door. My heart’s trying to leap up my throat, but I keep moving. I have to try. I push my ear to the door and I can hear his voice, but I can’t make out the words. He must be downstairs. I twist the knob, but it doesn’t budge. I try again with both hands and it doesn’t give. I look at the knob and see it’s not locked, but then my eyes travel up. There’s a second lock. Motherfucker!
I want to scream at that asshole. He locked me in! I’m locked in here like a bird in its gilded cage. I huff in a staggered breath and walk backwards slowly until I’m against the wall. I lower myself to the floor. I have to wait. I raise my head and cast a glance around the room. I need to find a weapon. I’m quick to get up with this thought in mind.
I may not be able to run, but I’ll fight. I’ll do whatever I have to. I pull open the drawer of the nightstand. It’s empty except for a stack of papers. I go through his dresser, one drawer at a time. Nothing. Not a damn thing. I stare at the gun safe in the corner of the room. I can’t imagine he left it unlocked, but I have to try anyway. I pull the door, but it’s no use.
The bathroom. I race to the en suite, but keep my steps light. There has to be something in here. My eyes catch sight of a razor. It’s not much, but it’ll have to do. I grab the plastic handle and tilt it on its side on the counter. I need to crack the plastic so I can get to the blade.
My eyes search for anything that’s hard and heavy enough to do the job. I finally see the tumbler by the sink. The bottom is stainless steel. I grab the towel from the hook and lay it on the counter to absorb some of the noise. I smash the tumbler on top of the razor, hard, but not hard enough to make much noise.
My heart stills and my blood rushes faster, waiting to hear anything from downstairs. Nothing. So I hit it again and again until the plastic cracks. I try pulling the plastic back, but I need more give. I tilt the razor and try to angle it so it’ll be more effective. I raise my arm up and smash it down.
Yes! The plastic cracks even more, and I’m able to wiggle the blade out carefully. I raise the blade up to my eyes to look at the shiny, metal weapon. It’s small. Really fucking small. But maybe if I can catch him by surprise, I'll be able to hurt him enough to escape.
“Whatcha doing, sweetheart?” I jump at the sound of Vince’s voice and nearly drop the blade.
I stare at Vince from across the room. He sneaked up on me. How long has he been watching me? I don’t answer him. Instead I make a fist and position the blade in the space between two of my fingers so it’ll cut him when I swing.
We both know what I’m doing. My blood heats and rushes in my ears. My heart feels like it's trying to escape my body. It’s beating that wildly. But I ignore my heart and blood both. Vince’s gaze is hard and focused on me.
“You planning on hitting me, sweetheart?” He takes a step toward me and as much as I want to stand my ground, I instinctively take a step back. “You wanna hurt me, Elle?”
No. I don’t. I don’t want to hurt him.
“You wanna kill me baby, is that it?” I shake my head, but keep my eyes trained on him. I take another step back as he steps even closer. My back hits the wall. I’m cornered. Sweat covers my body with a chill.
“That’s not very nice. Here I am trying to help you.” He lunges for me and I try to hit him, but he grabs my wrist and forces my hand above my head. I scream and try to push him away as he twists my wrist and the blade slips through my fingers. Faintly, I hear the thin metal hit the tiled floor.
My body sags as he pushes his hard chest against me. I close my eyes and push my head against the wall. Sadness weakens my body.
He grips my jaw and forces me to face him, but I keep my eyes closed. I can’t look at him. “You were going to kill me, sweetheart? You wanted to kill me?”
I try to shake my head but I can’t. I try to speak, but with his hand on my jaw, I can’t.
“Look at me!” he yells into my face, and it forces a whimper out of me, but my eyes stay closed.
Without any warning, he leaves me. My body falls limp to the floor and my knee slams down against the tile. Fuck! I grab it and lay on my side as the pain shoots up my body.
“Fuck, Elle!” He bends down beside me and picks me up off the floor. I expect his anger, not for him to take me gently into his arms. I bury my head in his chest. I can’t take this. I’m not a person who can handle this kind of situation. I’m just breaking down. He walks me back over to the bed and sits down with me limp in his lap.
His hands pry my grip from my knee, and I watch his face as he looks it over, examining my injury. It’ll bruise, but I’ll be okay. It hardly hurts anymore. He’s looking at me like I got shot. The concern on his face just doesn’t make sense. He runs his fingers over the mark that will be a bruise. And then his dark eyes find mine. “You shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart.” There’s a trace of a threat in his voice.
But there’s something else, much stronger. Something that makes my breathing pick up. My fingers itch to run along the prick of his stubble. I want to grab his hair and push his lips to mine. Maybe I just want comfort, maybe it’s something else. I don’t know, but I want him. I need him.
I may die any minute now. I’m not going to hold back. I reach up and grip his hair, pulling myself to him and crushing my lips against his. His lips are hard at first and he pulls back, looking shocked, but also guarded.
“Please,” I whisper. He answers by pushing my body against the mattress, keeping his lips on mine.
He pulls back and takes a shallow breath before asking me, “You think you can manipulate me with your pussy?” I shake my head. That’s not it. That’s not why.
“It’s not going to work, sweetheart.” He tries to pull away from me. And I can’t stand the distance. I need this. I need to feel his hard body against me.
“Please,” I beg again. If he denies me I don’t know what I’ll do. I feel sick with myself. But I won’t refuse this need. I have for so long. Not again. I can’t.
His hard body cages me in, and I find myself wanting more. Wanting to push him harder. His eyes spark with an unvoiced threat, but more than that--desire.
Yes!
“Please,” I say again, and pull his lips to mine. His tongue dives into my mouth. I suck his bottom lip. His hips spread my legs and I part for him. I still hurt, but I need this. I need to get lost in his touch. I need to feel something other than this hopelessness and despair. His hands move to my thighs and push the hem of my dress up to my waist. I moan into his mouth as his erection pushes against my clit.
He breaks our kiss to look down at me. I’m panting beneath him, my fingers digging into the mattress. He pulls his shirt above his head, his muscles rippling with the movement.
“Take it off.” I immediately obey him and pull at my straps and shove the dress off my body. I watch as he kicks his pants off and takes his hard dick in his hand to stroke it. He’s the epitome of lust and power as he pushes my knees farther apart and runs his fingers down the thin fabric against my pussy, before pulling the panties down my thighs. I shudder under his touch. My body
feels cold without his warmth. I need him.
“On your knees.” I turn over and hate it. I don’t want him to take me from behind like this. I feel him run the head of his cock from my entrance to my clit. The velvety feel of his head on my throbbing clit makes my back arch and I moan into the air. I want him to hold me while he fucks me. I want to feel like there’s more than just lust, but before I can say anything he slams into me.
Fuck! I clench at the sheets, grasping handfuls of the fabric as I scream into the mattress. Holy fuck. That’s intense. More than earlier. Much more. My legs tremble as he stills deep inside me. I’m so close to the edge of pain. The mix is a dark delicacy. I don’t know how to handle it. I want to move away, the feeling too intense, too much. At the same time, I want to push back. I need more.
“Are you okay, Elle?” Vince whispers in my ear, and it’s only then that I realize tears have leaked down my cheeks. My head shakes back and forth on its own accord.
He quickly withdraws, causing a bit of pain, and leaves me feeling empty and raw. He pulls me into his chest. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He kisses my hair. “I didn’t realize you were hurting.” I brush the tears away with the back of my hand and try to pull myself together. I’m such a fucking mess.
“Do you always get this sore?” he asks me, and I huff a humorless laugh.
“I wouldn’t know.” I manage to push the words out while I lean down to wipe my face with the sheets.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“You were my first.” I bite the words out and regret admitting it immediately. I'm met with silence, and I don’t dare look up at him to see his reaction.
His hands grip my hips and flip me onto my back. I gasp in shock and then stare wide-eyed as his head dips to my heat and he sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers spear into his hair and my head falls back against the mattress as my eyes close. I push him further into my heat and try to rock my pussy on his face. I feel needy. I am needy. And he gives it to me.
His hot, wet tongue laps at my pussy, nibbling and sucking along every sensitive part. My clit is throbbing and in need of his touch. My pussy clenches around nothing. Finally, he satisfies both at the same time, massaging my clit with his tongue while dipping his fingers into my pussy. His fingers curve and rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front wall.
I close my eyes and moan into the air above me. My thighs start to tingle and my toes go numb. My body stiffens and I know it’s coming. I know he’s going to shatter me into a million pieces. His head lifts between my thighs with his fingers still inside me.
My mouth opens to object, but before I can utter a single word, he pinches my clit and pushes his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with it. The forcefulness of his deft fingers on me pushes me over the edge. Waves of heat and pleasure crash through my body.
Wave after wave of heated pleasure rocks through me.
I barely register him pulling away from me only to cage my body in.
He leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone. His hot breath tickles my neck, causing my nipples to harden. My head turns to the side as my breathing settles. I feel the head of his cock push into me. He moves deeper and deeper, slowly stretching my walls. His thumb pushes against my clit, making my entire body heat as a radiating pleasure builds in the pit of my stomach, threatening to take over my body. My head thrashes as I absorb the intense waves of pleasure mixed with the hint of pain from his large girth.
He kisses and licks his way down to the pale peaks of my breasts and sucks them into his mouth. He rocks in and out of me slowly as he keeps one hand massaging my clit, while the other hand roams over the rest of my body. The combination of his expert touch and practiced motions overwhelms my senses. I tremble beneath him feeling the slow build of pleasure rising higher and higher, threatening to consume me. Fear paralyzes me. I don’t know if I can handle this. It feels too high, too intense.
And then all at once, he pushes deeper into me, all the way to the hilt. As he thrusts, he pinches my clit while biting down on my nipple hard enough to cause just the tiniest hint of pain. With his free hand he pinches my other nipple between his fingers, and I explode beneath him. Overwhelmed with heat, every nerve ending in my body lights aflame. My back arches and my body stiffens.
As my orgasm crashes through every limb, Vince pounds me harder and harder, pushing the edge of my release higher up. His hands grip my ass and angle me to his rough pubic hair brushing against my clit with every violent thrust. My fingers claw at the sheets as my mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure.
His head dips to the crook of my neck, and he nips my earlobe as he growls, “Mine.”
He thrusts harder and faster, pistoning into me, the gentleness completely gone as he owns my body. “Mine,” he says louder in my ear. His hot breath mingles in the suffocating air between us. His lips crash against mine with a primal need and I meet his passion, pouring everything into our kiss. His hands move to my thighs and spread me even wider for him.
I moan from how deep he enters me, hitting the opening of my cervix with every thrust. He's so deep, almost too deep. I feel the need to pull away, but each time he leaves me I want more. Again and again he thrusts mercilessly into me.
I feel the rising tingling through my body. My breathing comes in heavy pants. My lungs seem too empty, not filling fast enough. The need to breathe barely registers as he forces himself deep inside of me and hot waves of cum splash inside me. I feel him pulse as his eyes go half-lidded and his mouth hangs open in ecstasy. The sight of him in complete pleasure and the feel of his cock pumping inside of me sets me off. I shatter beneath him yet again.
The heat, the tingling sensation along every inch of my skin is too much. I want to thrash and move against the overwhelming feelings, but instead I’m paralyzed. My body bows, and the heels of my feet dig into his ass. My pussy clamps hard around him and I scream his name as I cum violently around him.
As my breathing slows and my heart settles, the hot, numbing feeling on my skin begins to subside. But every small movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.
Vince moves me, picking my small body up in his arms and spooning beside me, my back pressed against his front. He plants small kisses on my neck and runs his hand down my side, over my hip, ending at the top of my thigh. Once my breathing has calmed, he pulls the blanket over me and wraps his arm around my chest, molding my body to his and holding me tight.
It’s everything I thought it would be like. I close my eyes and try to keep reality from coming back. I can’t avoid it. The second I try to resist, it floods back to me and I stiffen in his arms.
He tries to soothe me, to mold my back to his chest, but I resist.
After a long while, Vince finally speaks. “I need to get out of here.” He lets me go and moves off the bed.
I sit up to look at him. “Where...” I start to question him, but I stop. I’m fucking stupid for thinking there was something there between us. That I felt something for him. I close my mouth and try to gather up the courage to ask to leave again. I just want to go. The thought is like a brick in my stomach.
“I just want to leave. I’m not going to say anything about anything.” I try to cross my legs on the bed, but fuck, I hurt so bad. I’m so sore. I wince slightly and a look of pain is reflected in Vince’s eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I need to figure this shit out.”
“You’re just making it worse!” I yell at him.
“You don’t understand.” His cool response makes me angry.
“Explain it to me then!”
He grips my mouth with one hand and grabs the nape of my neck with the other. He lowers his head and kisses me hard on the lips. “Sweetheart, I swear to God, you really need to shut your mouth and trust me.”
I want to. I want to trust him, but I can’t.
“I need to tie you up.” No. I don’t want that. I shake my head, no.
“Why?” I a
sk in a hoarse whisper.
He stares at me like I’m an idiot. “You just tried to kill me.”
“You just fucked me,” I spit back.
“It was a lapse in judgment.” That fucking hurt. That’s a damn blow to my ego. Shame replaces any possible positive feeling I have.
He must see the hurt on my face. “Not like that. I didn’t mean it like that.”
I can’t look at him. He tries to touch me and I push him away.
It was a mistake. All of this is such a mistake. I’m a mistake. I’ve heard it all my life, but I never thought it was true until now. I don’t want to die, but part of me wishes he would just kill me.
Chapter 21: Vince
I don’t fucking want to be here. I shouldn’t be here. Instead, I should be making sure that she’s staying put. But I tied her up so tight, there’s no way she’s getting out.
She was a virgin. She lost her virginity to me like that. No wonder she was so fucking sore. I tilt my head back and slam down another shot. So fucking tight. So fucking good.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Billy lines up another shot for me. His eyes are full of pity. I’m sure everyone knows. Everyone’s avoiding me. I’m guessing they think I killed her. The occasional pats on the back and squeezes of my shoulder as they walk by tell me that’s what they’re thinking.
They feel sorry for me that I’m so fucked up over having to kill her. Or having killed her, depending on whether they think I went through with it already.
I take another shot. I’m so fucking drunk.
What was I thinking? Like I could just keep her, and that would solve the problem? She saw. They saw. She has to die. It’s as simple as that. But I don’t want that. And I always get what I want. It’s not fucking happening. I won’t let it happen.
“Did you take care of that issue?” Anthony asks looking at my mangled hand. Everyone keeps looking at it. I know what they’re thinking. And I fucking hate it.
“Which issue?” I ask sarcastically. I know he’s talking about Elle. But the fucking cartel is a pain in my ass, too.
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