by Rebel Hart
I swallow hard, alert and waiting for what he will do next. My muscles tense as I note the sweat beading across his brow. It’s taking every muscle in his body to resist me right now.
Finally, he gives in, sliding his hand across my thigh under my skirt, gripping my ass as he lifts me up onto the bathroom counter. His hips push in between my legs, pressing the strain in his pants against the warm wetness between my legs. I can feel the stiffness through my panties.
His hand tugs at the back of my hair, pulling my head back and my mouth wider for his kiss. His tongue fills my mouth in slow steady waves, groaning so deep that it vibrates through my throat.
He pins my hands to the counter, frantically plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth. We kiss so hard and quick, drinking each other in so desperately that we accidentally scrape our teeth together a few times. Kissing each other with such urgency it’s as if our lives depend on it. His tan fingers grab at my breasts, rubbing my nipples in tiny circles every so often – just enough to make them hard and send shooting signals down to my clit. I’m so caught up in lust, and wetter than I thought possible, enough to soak my underwear, which are now completely exposed from my skirt that Emmett has hiked up over my thighs.
I lift my arms, begging him to slip the dress over my head. He does slowly…too slowly. Torturing me with his soft touch and the hotness of his breath meeting my exposed skin.
His hands pull at the clasp of my bra, releasing my breasts into the open air as he kisses me harder. His palm stretches over one of them, squeezing it firmly before his fingers trails across my nipple. The curls of his hair brush my cheek as he drops to my neck, biting and kissing ferociously, working his way down to my breasts.
I moan as his tongue darts across my nipples, and I consider pushing him away as memories of the abuse I’ve suffered at his hands come back to haunt me. But the sensation of his warm mouth shoots straight to my core.
“Stop,” I offer weakly, but the desire dripping from my tone betrays me. I’m unable to resist any further.
His fingers move my folds in circles, almost too roughly, but the force is just right. The burn of it only pushes me closer as he pushes the sharp zipper of his pants against his grip. He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers inside of me. The roughness of his skin gliding into me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’m no virgin, and I’ve certainly been fingered before, but no guy’s touch has ever felt like this. My eyes roll to the back of my head with a deep moan as I brace my arms against the counter.
He steps back to unzip his pants, staring me straight in the eyes, pulling out the most gorgeous long, hard cock I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips and can’t stop myself from breathlessly exclaiming, “Oh, Emmett.” He keeps staring me straight in the eye as he reaches down and begins stroking himself. “What is it, baby? Is it this?” he rasps in a deep sexy voice, “Is this what you want?”
“Oh god, Emmett, yes. Please, give it to me now. Fuck me.”
He drops his pants and inches closer. Once he quickly manages to pull on a condom from the bathroom drawer, I grab his hips and pull him back toward me. He slams me back up against the bathroom mirror in a wave of excitement. I frantically remove my underwear.
As his big strong arms hoist my hips up in such a perfect way that his dick slides perfectly into me from just the right angle. I’m so overtaken by his strength and how good those first few deep thrusts are, sliding his hard cock inside of me. He fits into me perfectly. Big enough to hit all of the right spots without hurting me. Every thrust of his hips puts him deeper inside of me than the one before. He’s large and the size stretches me, but I’m so wet that he goes right in. My muscles tense in pleasure around him as he growls into my ear. His rhythm speeds, his fingernails digging into my ass. Any brief sharp pain he causes me now isn’t from hatred. He’s just as overcome with passion as I am.
I cry out, “Oh Emmett! Emmett, fuck yes!”
He grips his arms under my legs, reaching around and tightly squeezing my ass, as his long dick slides in and out of me. He thrusts hard and deep but pulls out so slowly each time – sending ripples of sensation through my entire body.
Everything about it makes me more wet – the smell of his cologne, the sweat dripping from his tan gleaming chest, the way the muscles in his neck tighten and bulge as he moans with each thrust into me. His voice is smooth like honey, and it excites me to know that I can bring sounds like that out of him. The stretch of skin and muscle just above his dick is sweaty and smooth and gliding across my clit pushing me close to climax.
“Emmett,” I whimper against his neck as he moves faster, pushing me closer to the edge.
His eyes meet mine, burning straight into me as he moves faster. His breath quickens and catches with the rhythm as sweat beads across his upper lip, dampening the strands of hair hanging in his eyes.
I almost don’t hear him at all as I cry out in pleasure, but the softness of his voice catches my attention. He whimpers tenderly, in a way I’ve never heard from him before. We’re suspended for a moment, frozen with our bodies pressed together. He slowly pulls back, his eyes studying me as his face turns.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you come. God, I’m so close…I’m going to come too. Are you ready?”
I’m so overwhelmed with the strange feelings surging inside of me, I can barely answer him, “I...I think…fuck, that’s so good…” I cry out as I realize how close I am to coming.
His hand spreads over my mouth to muffle my cries.
“Fuck, yes, I’m going to come…don’t stop…right there…that’s it!” I manage to say, muffled against his hand.
His groans in my ear grow deeper and entangled with a slight growl as he slams into me harder and faster over and over… He hisses through clenched teeth against my ear. He lets out a few manly grunts and final thrusts before vanishing, as if he disappeared into a cloud of smoke, vanishing to some other forgotten part of my brain.
We both lose ourselves, crashing over the edge in ecstasy. My head drops to his shoulder, both of us damp with sweat.
But suddenly, he pulls away, tossing my hands off of him and back down to the counter. Like a switch, I see the old familiar Emmett return almost instantly as he turns cold. I’m left alone and frustrated. My body feeling completely void of the desire I felt only moments ago.
He shakes his head, his lips ruffling like a horse. As if he’s trying to shake me away. His shoulders roll with a crack of his jaw. I’m waiting for him to kiss me, to turn back to the way he was before. But his eyes turn distant and cold.
I suddenly feel vulnerable and ashamed, my naked body perched on full display in front of him on the bathroom counter. He pulls the full condom from his dick and tosses it into the trashcan, wiping himself down with a towel before tossing it to me callously. I jump back as it slaps against my arms.
“So…that’s it then?” I ask in bewilderment, shocked that such an intense encounter could fade off into such ordinary awkward teenage behavior.
“What do you mean?” he asks as if everything is normal, but his refusal to look at me tells me what I need to know. He’s hiding from me. Hiding from this.
“Is something wrong?” I try again.
“Ophelia, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirks with a perplexed grin that implies I am crazy. “We fucked. We’re done. And now I need to go.”
“Bullshit!” I cry out, clutching the towel around me to cover myself up. “You’re acting weird. What’s going on with you? How can you just shut off like that?”
“Maybe you’ve forgotten why we’re here,” he growls. “You’re our hostage. My father is waiting downstairs right now, trying to decide when he’s going to kill you or sell you off into his sex trafficking rings. It’s not exactly a romantic time.”
“Then why did we do it?” I huff, wishing I could take it back.
“You begged,” he replies arrogantly.
I want to slap him a
cross the face, but I’m afraid of what he would do in response. Instead, I curl into myself, making my body small. Wishing I could just disappear. I thought giving myself over to Emmett would make me feel better about the chaos and danger around us, but his quick withdrawal of feeling is only making it worse. I feel even more alone than before.
I stare with empty eyes at my feet dangling from the counter, turning the same shades of red and white that my hands and arms have been up until now. I wonder how long it will be before I’m chained up again. And how long after that before they finally kill me.
That’s it, I think. He’s gone. Everything I thought was between us was just his urge to get what he wanted. And now that I’ve given it to him, I have no more power over him. Not only am I disgusted with myself for caving in, I’ve endangered my life. He’s the only one who’s given me any hope of maybe helping me. At feeling something for me enough that I might be able to get out of this. But now I’ve lost that.
But it isn’t a conclusion I’m prepared to come to yet – I don’t have the energy. I let out an exasperated sigh and tuck away all of my thoughts to some other part of my brain, as I’ve grown so used to doing.
“Well…thanks. I guess,” I grumble awkwardly in the face of his sudden cold detachment as he fumbles to put his pants back on, refusing eye contact.
“I really do need to go to school,” he replies dryly. “I never made it before. I had to come back when you texted.”
“Emmett…please, please let me come with you,” I try begging again, forgetting about the rest of what just happened for a moment. “You know as soon as you leave that your dad will come for me again.”
He nods knowingly, his eyes deep in thought. “You’re right,” he resigns. “But it’s too risky.”
“You told me to convince you!” I cry out, losing my composure. “And I gave myself over to you. Which I realize now was a fucking stupid thing to do. But the least you could do is have the decency to take me with you now that I gave you what you wanted.”
“You think that was a mistake?” he asks, almost looking hurt.
I am stunned and silent. Does he not think it was a mistake? Could have fooled me with the way he immediately pulled away. Unable to look at me. All I can do is shake my head in exasperation.
“Alright,” he mutters. “I’ll take you.”
My heart surges with renewed hope. I know it means nothing and that we’ll end up right back here afterward. My fate being no more certain than before. But at least I can have a few brief hours of escape. And outside of these walls, the possibilities of being saved or helped in some way are a million times stronger.
I awkwardly put my clothes back on, too tired to think about this thing with Emmett anymore. All I care about right now is getting the hell out of this house.
Chapter Twenty-One
BOOK 1
As Emmett’s car pulls up to WJ Prep, the sight of the kids gathered in front of the school in between periods gives me hope. Though my situation may be completely fucked, there is still a normal world carrying on without me. And maybe, if I play my cards right, I can find some way to rejoin it all soon.
It’s strange to be back at school, pretending that everything is fine. No one knows that I’m being held hostage. If this school wasn’t so fucked up, I’d try to ask for help, but I know all too well how futile that would be.
I try to convince myself my life is normal for a moment. I think back on Emmett’s and my encounter in his bathroom as I watch him kick a few pebbles around on the ground on our walk to the front of the building. I want us to just be normal teenagers. A guy and a girl who like each other, who’ve just had sex with each other for the first time. We should be giddy and all over each other, but instead we’re caught in our parents’ traps. He’s too damaged to ever truly feel anything for me, which he made obvious by his behavior when he was finished with me.
I have to remind myself of everything Emmett has done. He is not so innocent, and I’d be dumb to forget that. I feel dumb enough for the times I’ve forgotten it up until now. But it’s tempting. That’s how desperate I am for things to feel ordinary.
Emmett escorts me to my next class, refusing to leave me as he takes a seat next to mine. The teacher eyes him questioningly.
“You’re not even in this class,” I hiss into his ear.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he barks. “They’re not going to do anything.”
I shouldn’t be surprised when the teacher starts the lesson as normal, ignoring Emmett’s unexplained presence. Neither of us can focus on the lecture. This is just a way to kill time and keep up appearances until everything comes to a head.
After class, we meet Bernadette out in the school yard. We all stand in a silent daze. We only made it in time for the final period, and it’s time to go home now. But I can only assume Bernadette and Emmett are just as eager for an escape as I am, avoiding going home. At least that’s one thing I can take comfort in. They’re all just as stressed as me, just for different reasons.
Emmett’s phone dings, and whatever he receives causes his features to twist. “I’ll be right back,” he announces suddenly, prompting me to shake my head in protest. But he ignores me, turning to Bernadette. “Don’t let her out of your sight,” he tells her sternly.
“Where are you going?” I ask desperately, afraid to be left alone without him. But he ignores me and disappears around the corner of the building.
Bernadette and I are left alone in awkward silence as she scrolls around on her phone. As much as I hate her, it feels strangely good to be around anyone who understand what our lives really are right now.
Anxious and unsure of what else to do, I pull out my own phone, thinking surely my parents have called and messaged me a hundred times asking where I am. I’m surprised they’re not at the school looking for me. But of course, my phone is dead. Leaving me completely detached from anything outside the bubble of the Elites.
“My parents are going to be looking for me,” I say without thinking to Bernadette, wondering how she’ll respond with no one else around.
“We’ve taken care of that,” she states plainly without looking up.
“How?” I gape, shaking my head. “What could you possibly have done to make them okay with me just vanishing and not coming home?”
“The principal talked to them,” she smiles with creepy confidence. “You don’t have to worry about them. In fact, that should be the last of your worries. You need to be more concerned with your biological father and whatever he decides to do next.”
I look back down to my phone and then around the schoolyard at the other students and teachers. Everyone is decidedly ignoring me once again, even though I know my appearance must be rough. They’ve got everyone playing along with their game, and I guess it makes sense. Everyone seems to be tied into Jameson Automobile Company to some extent, and if it goes down…the whole town goes down with it.
Before I can muster a response, I hear Emmett’s voice from around the corner. He sounds upset, but I can’t make out the words. I know Bernadette won’t let me out of her sight, so I try inching far enough away without looking suspicious…just enough to get a better view of him.
I step a few feet away casually, looking around at random things in the parking lot before darting my eyes to the side of the school. I see Emmett’s arms flailing. He’s talking to someone. As he moves to the side, I’m able to make out Vivian standing next to him. They’re having some kind of argument.
I assume she must be in the loop. Steering clear this whole time to let Emmett do what he has to do, by orders of his father. If she only knew just how well he was doing it. How serious he took his orders to look after me. I bite my lip with the memories of him taking me over the bathroom sink. The sounds of his moans and hot breaths as he came.
I look back to Bernadette to see if she’s alarmed by my distance, but she doesn’t seem concerned. She’s too wrapped up in her phone, but she glances up every so often t
o make sure I’m still within her sights. I should be trying to run away, even though I probably wouldn’t get very far. But instead, I’m drawn to Emmett’s conversation with Vivian like a moth to a flame.
As I boldly wander just a few steps further, hoping to get close enough to hear them, Vivian’s eyes bolt toward me, sparking the moment they meet mine. She looks furious. Without another word to Emmett she pushes past him and barrels toward me furiously.
“You!” she growls. “Don’t fucking move.”
Emmett rolls his eyes and follows slowly behind as she marches forward. I do as she asks, not moving, trying to hide the curious grin sparking across my face. I don’t know what I expected, but of course Vivian parades right up to me and punches me square in the face. I buckle over from her blow, trying to straighten and hit her back, but she grips my hand in midair.
“You have some balls, you little whore,” she hisses at me, full of hatred. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you right here.”
“Vivian,” Emmett groans, doing nothing to step in and make her loosen her hold on me. “I told you she has nothing to do with this.”
“You think you can come in and steal my boyfriend?” her fist shakes, twisting my arm around. “If you survive this shitshow with your dad, I’m going to make you wish you never even looked at him.”
I have no idea what’s going on, but I can only assume Emmett has told her about us. Maybe he broke up with her. The thought makes me happier than it should.
“Enough, Vivian!” Emmett barks, coming over and ripping her hands away from me. “You’re being paranoid. I told you I don’t want anything to do with her. I love you.”
My heart plummets. How stupid I was to think, even if only for a second, that he would actually leave her for me. Of course, he wouldn’t. I’m just his hostage. Everything in me screams as I watch him try to pull her in for a reassuring kiss. I have to stop myself from going over and socking him in the face.
Emmett is sick. Just a couple of hours ago he was fucking me in his bathroom. And now here he is telling Vivian he loves her right in front of me.