by J. C. Allen
Then I truly look at her.
She had on a light blue pair of panties, lace around the edges and cotton down the center, and nothing else. She walked back towards me, her breasts heavy and bobbing, her pale nipples hard and pointed. I felt my cock growing in my pants; it was all but impossible to contain myself at this point.
“Come here,” I growled.
I needed her so much, it overtook me. It was not just her body or even her beauty; it was the vibe and the energy she gave off. It was the natural allure that she had, that she didn’t even know she had in the beginning. I had broken her out of her shell the same way she had broken me out of mine.
She sauntered over to the bed, her shapely hips swaying in the dim light of the room, with only her bedside lamps on. Her eyes didn’t leave mine, not for a second, as she climbed over her legs and rubbed her warm pussy down my cock. I hissed, feeling it through my pants. She leaned back, pressing her self fully against me as she breathed heavily. Only the sound of our breathing filled the otherwise quiet room.
I slid my hands up the softness of her thighs and her creamy stretch of skin. I exhaled at the feel of her and then groaned in appreciation when she opened her legs and showed me how soaked she was, so much that the fabric had darkened.
Ella trailed her fingertips up my abs, through the centerline and across my pecs, I shuddered at the feeling of her. I wanted her to touch me so badly, I burned for it. I gripped her thighs harder; it was sure to leave marks of my palm on her, but I didn’t care. She was liking it too much to care either.
She came forward to kiss me, and our lips became a flurry of passion and excitement. I gained the upper hand, swirling her tongue around mine and tasting her. I loved her so much; it was like it was pouring from every one of my pores.
“Ella, I need to fuck you.”
There was truly no want in it. It was all need, as much as eating and breathing were. Without it, I was going to lose my goddamn mind.
She smirked, her full lips swollen and cherry colored. Maneuvering down my body, her fingers curled under the band of my pants, and I kicked them off in a hurry. My cock bobbed, crying out to feel her.
She squeezed her hand around me and I almost came right then, feeling it leak from my tip and onto her tongue. She took all of me at once, just like she always did. I gripped her hair, sliding my fingers in her silky strands and rolling my hips to meet her mouth. Already, I was so close. I could feel it tightening up inside me, so I pulled her away.
In a blinding second, I tossed her over on the bed and ripped her panties into two pieces, throwing them to either side of us.
She gasped but then gave a squeal of delight when I sinked my fingers into her folds, driving over her clit first. Her body shuddered as she started to quake, her clit becoming a hardened nub and at its most sensitive.
“Simon, oh god…”
She clenched my hair and moaned, gyrating her hips to meet my fingers and tongue. I tasted her, the taste falling on my tongue like silk and honey. So fucking perfect.
I rubbed my cock against the sheets, the friction only doing minimal work to quench my need for her. I fucked her with my fingers and tongue until she came.
And then, I was inside of her in seconds.
I pinned her thighs over my shoulder, pressing until I was pushing them beside her head. She opened up to me, and I fucked her without abandon, masking our moans with a kiss. Her tongue swirled with mine as my swollen tip found her center, wanting so much of her that I felt like I couldn’t have before.
But now, it was right here in front of me. I wasn’t going to let it go, not for anything.
Her headboard was flush against the wall. I wasn’t about to hold back at all. Ella held onto me for dear life, so I didn’t let up, not even when I felt the sting of pressure in my side. It was like she healed me almost immediately.
“Simon—don’t stop,” she moaned against my ear as she came. I pulled back, widening her legs to get a better grip on her. She clasped them against my hips and drew me in until our bodies were flush and my thrusts slowed.
I slid my hands up her thighs and ass to hold her there as I fucked her slow—as I made love to her.
Ella looked into my eyes, her green globes bright and perfect, and I disappeared into them, losing myself in her over and over. I came in heady spurts, but it wasn’t enough.
She rolled us over after another orgasm for her and rode me slow and deep as she held my gaze. There was just something about looking in her eyes while I had sex with her…, all of me had to be with her. I pulled her close to me until even our chests and heartbeats were aligned.
When we came together, it was like I fell into a million pieces before coming back together as a new person, with one of the pieces of her in me.
We fell asleep together soon after. I held her close as I do.
But something loud woke me in the middle of the night. I was in a cold sweat from the heat of her wrapped around me, but it wasn’t that.
I eased her off me, then tugged my pants on to go investigate. I stepped out into the landing and heard nothing. I told myself I was only being paranoid.
But, I still went further just to ease my conscience. As time went by and I saw nothing, I fell into a little bubble of happiness and forgot about the hard things, about being a target. After all, when I came back in, Ella would—
The living room window was wide and opened up to the deck, right into the living room. There was a gaping hole in the center. I reached for my phone in my pocket and texted Jaxson that there was trouble. I then ran upstairs to wake Ella.
“Wake up, get dressed. Now!”
I didn’t wait for her to respond. As soon as I saw she was awake, I ran to Michael’s room and heard Ella’s footsteps as she got up to get dressed. Michael was still fast asleep, too—but he couldn’t be.
“Wake up, bud. We’ve got trouble.”
I waked him as gently as I could in my frantic state. He didn’t ask any questions, thankfully; he just rubbed his eyes and got up. I tossed him jeans and one of his sweaters.
“Meet us downstairs, okay?”
I hurried back to the room to grab my shirt. I threw it on and dashed down the stairs after telling Ella to hurry up. I heard the ding of a reply from Jaxson. I moved to the door to go and start my bike to get ready for—
18
Rosella
I could feel it before I went to sleep.
I had dismissed the thought as not trusting my happiness, but I should have listened to it. I should have known that my own brain didn’t just make things up.
We are in trouble.
And it wasn’t a mysterious secret what the sources of that trouble could have been. The odds were very high that it was going to be my uncle or my father having figured out what was going on, coming to get me, or coming to get Simon or Michael. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but I did need to take every precautionary measure necessary to defend me and my loved ones.
I dressed as fast as I could. Michael ran to my room, and I tried to assure him the best I could. He wasn’t panicking as much as I was, but no eight year old could have remained calm when his mother was having a bit of a nervous rush. I just tried to keep him steady while I made sure I had everything possible.
That’s when I heard an engine running in the distance. It isn’t Simon’s bike…
I dismissed it, thinking that it was probably one of his brothers, and moved to grab the gun from the safe, tucking it into my jacket pocket. I realized a couple of seconds later that my rationale had been stupid; it probably was my uncle or my father. Well, damn good thing I have my gun then.
“Everything will be fine, Mike. I promise.”
I tried to say it like Simon does, and it almost made me believe in myself a little more. Almost.
There was just too much going on and too much fear for me to feel fully comfortable with saying there weren’t any problems preventing me from believing in myself.
And then I felt it
before I saw it happen.
We dashed out of the room and flew down the curved stair case before I rounded the corner—and then I saw Simon.
And… the blood pooling from his head.
And then the haunting voice that brought back every bad memory from my childhood.
“Rosella… see what you’ve done?”
My uncle stood before me, looming and with the darkness itself, even in the pitch black of the living room. I hid Michael behind me and he dutifully fell behind me, though I wasn’t sure how much good it was going to do here. With my uncle standing before my eyes, there was nothing I could do to protect Michael—at best, I could hold him off a bit before he ran, but no eight year old was going to know how to run to safety and protect himself out in civilization.
Uncle Nic strode forward, his heavy dress shoes and half suit on with everything but the tie. He had a wide build, intense and intimidating, as it always had been. I shook before him, even when I tried to maintain an appearance of being strong—although I suspected that the more I pushed to make that a reality, the weaker I looked.
“What did you do?” I said in a whisper.
I didn’t dare move and look, not even while every muscle in my body told me to get to Simon as fast as I can. Anything that could have triggered Nic at this moment was something that could have gotten Michael killed. And pretty much any movement, any action, any gesture would have gotten Nic pissed off enough to hit me or pull a trigger.
“Only what you have made me do, Rosella. Did I not warn you?”
Why? Why is this so damn important to you? I ran away for a reason!
“Just leave us alone! We don’t want anything to do with your business. My son has nothing to do with it.”
He made a tsk-tsk sound and crossed the room in three strides so he could tower above me. His earth green eyes may have matched mine, but they were evil in nature. He was an unpredictable man, but sometimes, that unpredictability manifested itself not in an actual outburst, but in the threat of an outburst. That he was standing before me so calm and collected made it all the more terrifying—he could have snapped at any moment, and when he did, it was going to be hell on Earth.
“You still don’t understand. You will never understand.”
He gripped my elbow hard, and I had to find it deep within myself not to cry out in pain. I tried to yank away, but he was so strong and so powerful that he just laughed when I made the movement.
“Get in the car.”
I stood firm. I may have been stupid, but thinking about Simon gave me a little bit of strength. He wouldn’t have wanted me to just give in so easily. I was going to make Uncle Nic work for it, no matter what it took.
“No! I won’t leave with you.”
Before I could process his actions, he reached around me and grabbed Michael, who kicked and screamed in terror. I also screamed in horror, worrying that he was about to do something awful and terrifying.
“You will, or his little neck gets broken.”
I was willing to take a lot of shit from Nic. But I was not going to risk Michael getting hurt. Just the fact that Nic had laid hands on him was already too much to handle.
“Okay okay! Just give him to me.”
I grabbed Michael and reluctantly got in the car, listening to Nic laugh like a sociopath the whole time.
I failed you, Simon. I failed to keep you away. I’m sorry.
If I ever see you again… I’ll let you do whatever you need to Nic. I’ll help you. Because this is too much.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I kept Michael tied close to me at first, but then Nic approached the car and demanded I give him my child. I shook my head no, refusing to say anything. Nic grew more impatient.
“I said, give me the boy.”
I shook my head.
“Let’s make this easy,” he said, cocking his gun and pointing it at Michael. He let out a cry and began to shed tears as I shielded him. “You think I want to hurt him right now? Of course not. Give him to me and he will live.”
Right now… but you’re leaving the door open for him to hurt him later…
“I swear on my life, Nic,” I said, tears affecting my voice but also motherly anger. “If you so much as get a cut on him, I will kill you.”
Nic just snorted.
“I have plans for us that involve no such thing,” he said. “Now, fucking give me the kid or I blow his brains out right before you. Three—”
I wasn’t going to risk Nic snapping before his countdown ended.
“Baby, I’m sorry, Mommy’s going to make sure nothing bad happens to you, OK?” I said as I reluctantly turned Michael to him.
“Mommy!”
“You have to trust me, baby,” I said, blubbering. “You—”
And then, reaching into his pocket, Nic pulled out a needle and stabbed Michael in the neck. I let out a shrill wail while Nic rolled his eyes.
“It’s a sedative,” he said. “It’s not poison. I’m many things, but I’m not a liar.”
“You killed my baby!”
“Look,” Nic said, putting his nose by mine.
I could still feel his breath.
“He needs to be out so I can concentrate on my goddamn drive,” Nic said. “You stay in the back.”
Then, reaching into something else of his, he pulled out some masking tape and tied my hands together. He then pulled out some ropes and tied Michael’s hands together before putting him in the front seat of our vehicle. I was still bawling my eyes out, but at least I could legitimately say Michael was alive.
For now.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I said. “Who does that to a child? A little kid?”
“I do,” he said.
He said it with such profound ease, with such a relaxed state to him, that it was horrifying. Truly, there was no boundary that Nic was unwilling to cross, it seemed. If there was, I didn’t know what it was; it was probably too goddamn awful to contemplate.
“What are you going to do with us?”
Nic turned the car on, revving the engine before looking at me.
“If you shut the hell up, I might just tell you on the way,” he said. “I suppose, though, I could start by telling you that I came here to kill your little bitch of a boyfriend. Was gonna shoot him, but seems the brick more than did the trick.”
I never even checked to see if he was still alive or not.
If he’s dead…
No, don’t think like that. You can’t think like that, not while you still need a way to get out of here. You can only think that when he’s actually medically pronounced dead.
“The rest, you’ll find out on the way.”
With that, he gunned the engine, speeding like a madman out of the neighborhood. I rolled against the flat surface as he wound down the road, too fast for my liking.
All I could think about was Michael in front of me, his little hands tied up as he lay there sedated. Uncle Nic swore the speeding wouldn’t hurt him, but I didn’t believe him. Why the fuck should I? After everything this bastard had done to me, he didn’t deserve an ounce of my belief in him.
If anything, if I just assumed that everything Nic did was with the intent of hurting me or someone I loved, it would work out just fine.
I watched his breath fall across the tape like it was my life line. The thought of something happening to my son kept me lucid and aware of everything, every turn and how long it took in case I got the chance to run—but I wasn’t going to leave without Michael. And, unfortunately, with Michael’s position in the front seat—to say nothing of the way my hands were bound, of the speed of the vehicle, of the fact that Nic was the one driving and threatening me—there just didn’t seem to be a way to get him out right now.
I assumed he was taking me far out of the city. At least he’s not taking me for a public execution to the Kinsmen.
But if he’s doing this…
“You don’t listen, little Rosella. You never have.”
; I looked up to see him gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. He looked beyond control now—he was flipping the switch, for the worse, to that vengeful state where his unpredictability now meant no one knew whether he’d be very angry or out of contorl angry.
“I want control. If you and that little bastard around, I will have no control.”
I coughed and wondered why he didn’t tape my mouth. It was as if he liked the disrespect, the back talk, as a reason to strike me. There was something about him that seemed to relish that sort of trash talk—and, shit, if I was in the back seat and away from him, I was going to fucking give it to him.
“My father will never let you get away with it.”
And then he dropped the bombshell that was not only heartbreaking, it convinced me I was as good as dead.
“Your father is dead.”
Tears pricked my eyes. Despite what my father had done, I… I…
He killed my father. My uncle actually killed my father, his own brother. He… he fucking killed him…
“What? No!”
“Yes! Him and your mother. A horrible car crash. Only weeks after you left. I thought of it very clearly, but his hench men, the men he has trusted with our business, will only take his blood in power! I am the only blood left once Michael is done for.”
Once Michael is done for…
I stared after him in shock, realizing I truly had no hope. My father would have been it, he would have calmed his brother.
Now… I cannot believe he is gone. If he killed my father, which I’m sure he’s dead… and he said once Michael is done for…
We’re both dead if we don’t get out now.
I had to get out of this car, somehow, without hurting Michael in the process. He looked like he was only sleeping, serene, just like his father in the face. But Nic was driving too fast for me to see any viable way out.
As we drove, I got to that helpless point that nothing was going to work. We were going to die. I could start to feel the exhaustion take over me. I had laid on my side so long, I almost fell asleep.