PUSHED (Capitol Corruption Series Book 1)

by Linny Lawless

  He covered me with his hard and massive body. He twisted one hand in my hair and pulled, wrenching my head back, “I want to lock you in a cage made of gold. Be my cherished possession. Only mine.”

  Our lips joined again, his tongue tasted me, devouring me. His hips moved, grinding against my center roughly. Even with our clothes on, I could feel how massive and hard his manhood was. Then his hand shot up, gripping me by my throat. He squeezed, cutting off air flow to my lungs.

  I did not struggle. I held on tightly to his strong forearm with both hands, closing my eyes. I did not fear him. I enjoyed this feeling and became wet between my legs.

  “So pure… So clean…” He hissed, keeping a tight hold on my throat. Just when I felt I would lose consciousness, he let go. I sucked in air; my mouth agape. “We will discover your limits together, Nadia.”

  He was fearsome. Terrifying. But we could not deny this dark energy between us. It had been with us for so long. I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

  I laid beneath him, motionless. His touch became gentle, caressing my cheek, his eyes so intense.

  I placed my hands on his hard chest, feeling the hard pounding of his heart, “I should go now. If I stay any longer, Lucas will hurt Mack.”

  “No,” he pinned my wrists against the pillows, “You came to me. You’re mine now.”

  “But Lucas will have his two monsters come for me! They will hurt Mack! They will hurt you! They will kill you!”

  “Mack stays with you.” He was suddenly off the bed, pulling me up with him. “He will drive us to my club.”

  “Your club?”

  He held my hand, leading me to the front door. “Yes. The Shadows. You will be safe there. And Shani will be there. You wear the same size of clothing – “

  I halted. “Who is Shani?”

  He turned to look at me. “A good friend of mine.”

  Mack pulled the Lincoln up to the curb in front of a grey building. It was located down a one-way side street in the middle of Dupont Circle. The neon sign, “The Shadows” hung above two black doors. It was turned off. Push climbed out of the back seat, and I followed close behind as we approached the doors. He pulled out a key card from his wallet, swiping it across the scanner and pushed the door open.

  Red and black were the only two colors in the club. The walls were in red and black damask in medieval designs. The furniture was in red velvet and decorated with brocade patterns. A stage was set up at the far end of the club, and black and red beams hung along the ceiling. I saw tall black X-shaped frames standing in various spots on the main floor and stage and suddenly realized they were St. Andrew’s crosses.

  My mouth hung open at the sight of all the floggers, whips, chains, and rope that hung on display. I had read about the other world of fetishes, and all things that encompassed BDSM. But to actually see it all in one place with my own eyes was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

  Push held my hand and led me through the club, turning to look at me and smirked, “Sadomasochism is part of who I am. Do you know what that is?”

  I nodded, still dumbfounded. He chuckled then and it was the very first time I heard a lightness to his voice.

  I followed him up a flight of stairs, and entered a long dark hallway. There were black doors on each side and Push led me to the last one on the left. He turned on the light. A king size bed with damask blankets and pillows were strewn on it, along with what looked like a real tiger pelt. I let go of his hand and walked around the room. It smelled of strong, musky incense.

  “You will be safe here. I will let your driver know this.” I turned to look at him. Both his hands slid into the pockets of his suit pants and his tie was loosened from the collar of his dark maroon shirt. “Have him take you somewhere tomorrow to buy you clothes and things. I’ll leave you my card. Charge anything and everything you want on it. Until then, I’m sure you will find something comfortable to wear in the closet.”

  I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy over the woman he mentioned earlier. “Is Shani your girlfriend?”

  He smiled again, his lips turning into a devilish grin, “No. Not in the way of a normal vanilla world. She is a friend of mine by contract, Nadia. And only that.”

  “Do you have feelings for her?”

  “Yes, of course I do.” Push moved so quick pulling me to him roughly, “But they are not the same, as the feelings I have for you, Nadia.” He leaned in and kissed me just as rough.

  I was weightless again as he carried me to the bed and laid me down on top of the tiger pelt. He covered me, shifting his hips between my thighs. I dug my nails into his broad back, moaning against his mouth. His tongue was relentless, devouring me. His warm hand caressed up my thigh. I couldn’t stop myself from gyrating my hips, feeling his warm hand move up under my dress. I gasped when he yanked my panties down. His warm palm cupped my wet mound. I became frightened, and tensed up, remembering only pain when I was touched by Lucas.

  I looked up at him, his dark eyes piercing right through me. “Don’t be frightened of me, Nadia. I will be gentle. Trust me.” I relaxed again, and he slowly slid a thick finger inside me. I cried out at the feeling of heightened pleasure.

  “Yes…” He hissed, as he slid his finger in and out in steady pace with my hips gyrating to meet him, his pace. The pad of his thumb rubbed my swollen nub, and I suddenly felt all the nerve endings at my core become extra sensitive to his touch. I had fantasized about Push in different scenarios in my head for so long - ever since I was a young teenager. I imagined his hands, lips, and tongue touching my body and always wondered about the size and texture of his maleness. My curiosity got the best of me as I reached down between us, brushing my fingertips along his hardened length.

  He made a low noise in his throat. It was primal. “You’re like a drug, Nadia. I’m fucking addicted to you!”

  Push was relentless, his fingers stroking me to the brink of hot fiery pleasure. I cried out when I climaxed, my walls spasmed around his fingers. I was breathless as Push held me in his strong arms. I eventually fell asleep.

  CHAPTER 8

  PUSH

  Nadia fell asleep in my arms. I climbed out of the bed carefully, covering her with the blanket and tiger pelt. I leaned down next to her throat and inhaled deep to smell her - all female – and kissed her forehead.

  I left the room, and called Osamu Takata humbly requesting that he send Yuto and a few of his other men to watch over Nadia at the club. He replied that he would send Yuto and three of his men over in the next fifteen minutes.

  Yuto and his men bowed to me and I to them when they arrived, then I climbed into the backseat of the Lincoln. I buttoned up my shirt, and fixed my tie as Mack’s eyes stared at me through the rearview mirror.

  “I employ you now, Mack. Drive me to the MGM.”

  “Yes, Mr. Push.”

  I sent a text to Nolan and fifteen minutes later, Mack pulled the car up in front of the MGM. I found Nolan in the poker room on the second level of the casino. He was dressed in a steel grey suit over a cobalt blue shirt and grey tie. He left a trail of cigar smoke among the full tables of poker players, with their poker faces, holding cards and drinking.

  “Nadia belongs to me now. She’s at the club. I have Takata’s men there to watch over her.”

  Nolan puffed on his cigar, but his eyes were focused on what was behind me. He nodded his head in that direction, “Well my friend, looks like those meatheads are coming into my casino again. Turn around.”

  I spun around quickly. It was the one they called Tony. I threw an open-handed strike, landing a solid blow to his windpipe. He dropped, landing hard on his hands and knees, grasping his throat and gulping for air.

  The other meathead halted suddenly, raising his hands. I turned back to see Nolan’s gun drawn and raised taking aim. Nolan stepped up to him, and pressed the barrel to his forehead. “You and your beef jerky twin – out of my casino. Walk!”

  He leaned down, pulling Tony up off the
floor, both lumbering away.

  I loosened my tie once I was in Nolan’s office. He came around to sit at his desk, shoving his gun into the top drawer and shutting it. “Those fucks always stink up my casino!”

  I shut the office door, loosening my tie again. “I can smell them coming from two blocks away. They’re a waste of space.”

  “If Lucas and his men disappeared tomorrow, you think anyone would miss them?”

  I couldn’t help but smile at Nolan’s sense of humor. He was better at it than I was. “I doubt it. But you and I could make that happen.”

  “It won’t be that easy, Push. Gabe Russo has a lot of pull with some of the same circuits we work and play in, and now that Lucas has been crowned as the future son-in-law, they will become more powerful together.”

  I sunk down into a wingback chair across from him, “Gabe is not handing over his empire to Lucas on a silver platter. He gave Nadia to Lucas to be rid of her. Nothing else.”

  Nolan took another drag off his fat Cuban cigar, “Then we should go talk to Gabe. I never liked what he does to make a living, but who am I to judge?”

  “We’re all judged Nolan. It’s human nature.”

  “We need to fix some mess up in Atlantic City tomorrow first.”

  I rubbed both hands down my face and groaned, “Who is it this time? Another fed contractor? A cocky college grad?”

  “None of those. We caught a big fish this time. It’s a Congressman.”

  CHAPTER 9

  NADIA

  “Be very aware of your surroundings, Nadia. Wherever you go today, have Mack with you at all times. Understand?” Push’s dark voice commanded over the phone.

  “Yes, Push. I understand. How long will you be away?”

  “I will be in Atlantic City today and I’ll return tomorrow night.”

  I huffed as I laid on the tiger pelt Push covered me with the night before.

  “I heard that, Nadia. I know you are pouting right about now.” I couldn’t stop from giggling then. “That’s more like it. You are a savage, remember?”

  “Yes Push, just like you.”

  “Yes. And buy yourself something soft and warm to wear. There is a chill now with the winter coming. Chinchilla. Yes. Buy yourself a coat made of Chinchilla.”

  “I’ll wear it with nothing else, for you.”

  “Nadia. You’ve made my cock hard. I’m going to eat you up when I get back.” His voice sounding more strained, making me breathless again.

  I loved how I could affect him too, with just my voice. “Please be safe, Push. Promise you’ll come back to me?”

  “Of course, Nadi. I promise.”

  After my call with Push, I took a nice long shower, and smiled to myself, thinking about how Push made my body feel the night before. How, just by using his hands and mouth, he had brought me to orgasm so quickly. I climbed out of the shower, toweling myself off, and suddenly felt very queasy. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and vomited.

  Push was right about my size because I found something of Shani’s in the closet to wear. She had different taste in clothes, wearing dark bold colors, where I liked to wear pastels, but it would do.

  I knew Mack would be parked out front with my Lincoln waiting for me, but I pushed Christina’s name on my phone before I headed downstairs.

  She answered in two rings. “Nadia! Are you ok? Where have you been?”

  “I’m ok, Christina. I’m safe. I left Lucas.”

  “But why? He’s been worried sick all night!”

  “Did he talk to you?”

  “Yes! He called me worried about you, Nadia!”

  “I will not go back, Christina.”

  “But he loves you!”

  I squeezed my eyes shut, “I think I’m pregnant.”

  Silence.

  “Christina? Are you still there? Hello?”

  “I’m here, Nadia.”

  “I vomited this morning and I still feel very nauseated.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I cannot tell you. For your own safety.”

  “Are you with that quiet man? The one everyone calls Push?”

  “Yes. I’m safe with him. It’s funny that I used to be frightened of him. Not anymore though. I’m with my driver, Mack, too. I’m scared, Christina! What if I am pregnant?” Tears spilled down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut again.

  More silence.

  “I have to go now. Mack is waiting for me. I will call you later today.”

  “Be careful, Nadi. Call me back as soon as you can!”

  There were four Japanese men that stayed at the club overnight. I knew they were assigned to protect me. The one named Yuto was soft spoken and polite. I walked out the black door to find Mack with my Lincoln parked out front. He came around and opened the back door for me.

  I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Push was tall, but Mack was even taller. “Thank you, Mack.”

  He leaned down a bit, keeping his hands at his sides. “Anything for you, Ms. Russo. You’re a kind soul and a real Lady.”

  I released him and looked him right in the eyes, “Now I need you to drive to a pharmacy, and buy me one of those home pregnancy tests. Will you do that for me, Mack?”

  Mack’s brows shot up. “Yes, I will do that.” He opened the car door, “I have the car warmed up for you, Ms. Russo. Please buckle your seat belt.”

  Twenty minutes later, I sat with Christina at her condominium in Potomac, Maryland. Mack waited in the car outside. We stared at the little white stick that came with the home pregnancy test. A little pink circle with a plus mark appeared. I suddenly broke down sobbing in Christina’s arms.

  She held me tight, “It’s ok, Nadia. Lucas will be so happy!”

  I pulled away from her, “But you don’t understand! I cannot go back to him! He is cruel. Malicious! He hits me, Christina!”

  “Knock, knock-”

  Lucas suddenly appeared, storming through Christina’s door with his two monsters. I pushed away from her, stumbling backwards and dropping the white stick.

  Lucas sauntered toward me, his head titled, “You don’t look happy to see me, Nadi.”

  I looked at Christina. She smiled at me, even though her eyes looked sad. “I did the right thing, Nadia. For you.”

  I went with Lucas against my will, and was full of cold fear. I felt I would vomit as we walked outside and headed for his car. Christina followed close behind.

  Mack climbed out of the driver seat of my Lincoln, “Ms. Russo!”

  I screamed as Lucas’s monsters stalked toward Mack, and punched and kicked him as he fell to the ground.

  “NO! Please STOP!” I screamed, but I could not escape Lucas’s tight grip on my arms!

  “Your nigger driver will send a message back to Push. That freaky fucker will think twice before he tries to steal from me again!”

  “Lucas! Nadia is pregnant!” Christina’s plea eased Lucas’s grip on me, his eyes full of surprise.

  He leaned his head back and chuckled, pulling me close to him, “Nadia! You are going to have my child!”

  The world suddenly began to spin around me. Then total blackness.

  CHAPTER 10

  PUSH

  I drove Nolan in my Bentley up the Jersey turnpike, my mind consumed with Nadia. I remembered how sexy she looked laying on the tiger pelt as I covered her with my body, and how I excited her with my hands, my tongue, my lips. I shifted in my seat, feeling my cock harden, when Nolan turned down the radio to fill me on the Congressman situation that we were headed to. “Seventh district in the good ole state of Pennsylvania. Name is Lloyd Decker. He likes to bet on the number seven, but he’s unlucky. We have his DNA so this is killing two birds with one stone.”

  I gripped the steering wheel tight. “DNA. Blood or Semen?”

  “Both, actually”.

  “So, Congressman Decker isn’t just unlucky. He stuck his dick into someone he shouldn’t have?”

  My fingers went numb, as
I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. Nolan noticed it. “You ok with this, Push?”

  “No. But I’ll maintain.”

  Three hours later, as the sun was rising above the ocean horizon, I checked into a room at Caesars. I could finally breathe again after listening to Nadia’s sleepy voice over the phone. I hated being three hours away from her. Seeing the worried look in her eyes over MY safety was like an electrical current strait to my stagnant heart.

  Nolan and I met Dane Neri in a room on the 4th floor of the Golden Nugget. Dane was a close business associate of Nolan’s, ruling over his underground organized business in Atlantic City and other parts of New Jersey. He looked like he slept in the clothes he wore: his black shirt was wrinkled and unbuttoned and his tie was loosened.

  He shook Nolan’s hand, then mine, “Good! You both drove up this morning.”

  Nolan looked around the room, “Where’s Decker?”

  “He’s in the room next door. I’ve kept him up all night.”

  Nolan smirked, pulling out a cigar from his inside pocket, and snipping off the end, “Well, let’s go over and introduce ourselves as his new business partners.”

  Congressman Lloyd Decker was a bald, middle-aged man with a medium build. He sat in a chair with his head hanging down, staring at the floor. Two of Dane’s men stood with their hands in their suit pockets. He was a compulsive gambler and liked to get his dick wet with high-dollar prostitutes. He was also a married man of thirty years with several sons who all graduated from very reputable colleges on the East Coast. He began to cry like a sniveling baby, blabbing on about how much money he lost the night before during some high-stakes poker games. How he didn’t mean to hurt the boy, but that he thought the boy liked it rough.

  Suddenly the memories I pushed away and hid in the recesses of my mind came flooding back – the young teenage boy, brutally raped, cut, burnt, bruised. The taste of semen. The taste of warm blood in my mouth. Not my blood. My captor’s blood.