Chapter 15
I grabbed two handfuls of the scratchy sheets as he continued to wreak havoc on my body with just his tongue and mouth alone. I had every intention of not allowing this man to touch me again, but here I was spread out and allowing him to do anything he wanted.
His hands moved smoothly over my breast, caressing my nipples, sending me over the edge again. I couldn’t hold back my moans. The rising of my orgasm caused my thighs to clamp tightly around his head, but he didn’t seem to give a damn.
“I need one more and you better make this one good!” he commanded.
My body didn’t need more direction before I screamed out his name and his tongue lapped up my essence. I closed my eyes as the shocks from my last orgasm went through my body. I waited a moment to feel his hands on me again, but the feeling never came. I opened my eyes to see him walking out of the bathroom with a rag to wash me down, but I stopped him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling myself into a sitting position.
“I need to make sure you’re safe. I just wanted a taste, baby. Once I make sure you’re truly safe, then we can rain check this. Not to mention, I’m sure when you were showing your ass at the store, it set off some alarms, so we need to get out of here. I’m going to grab VC so we can get the hell out of here.”
My eyes widened as the realization of everything I did at the store came back to me. I wasn’t concerned about my damn safety in that moment, just the way he made me feel, which was like someone who could be easily forgotten. It was the main emotion I had been running from. I was tired of feeling like a secondary thought to everyone around me.
“I didn’t mean—” I started when Knox stopped me.
He smirked with a shake of his head. “Nah, it was just as much of my fault, if not more so. I should have made myself clear. It’s cool. We gone get out of here.”
I nodded and watched him as he walked out of the room. I slid to the edge of the bed and slipped my leggings back on, then made my way to the bathroom. I hated walking about with wetness between my thighs. The moment I stepped into the bathroom, it looked just as I expected it to. There were cracks in the title, dirt in the crevices of each corner, the bathtub held a yellow tint to it, and the sink appeared as if it was stained.
I tried to hold back my disgust long enough to clean myself up. I kept telling myself we would be leaving this damn place soon and maybe they would allow me to pick the next destination. Yeah, right. I better hope they let my ass go anywhere else after this.
The swishing of something caught my attention, so I turned the water off to listen a little harder, but I still couldn’t make out exactly what the noise was. I turned the water back up and finished cleaning myself. I was probably just being paranoid, since Knox said we would have to leave.
I quickly dried myself off and fixed my clothes before pulling the door open. Everything felt eerily quiet. I could hear the neighbors next door arguing over what show they were going to watch, the cars driving by on the street outside, but this room felt wrong. I took a step out of the bathroom when a blade was placed against my neck.
I stood as still as possible. The gravity of the situation made my stomach queasy. Knox was right. We had a lot less time than even he suspected.
“Who are you, and why are you doing this?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“Sweetheart, I’m only going to tell you once. Say another word, and I spill your blood all over this dirty ass motel room. Now move and head for the door. Don’t make me prove how much I don’t give a fuck if you live or die,” the husky voice whispered in my ear.
I didn’t want to make the situation worse than it already was. I figured maybe I could talk the next person down because this crazy ass man wasn’t going. I slowly moved toward the door, hoping and praying that Knox or VC felt something wasn’t right.
“Nice try. Pick up the fucking pace, because if your boyfriend comes in here, he is dead. I have snipers positioned outside of the door. Now move your fucking ass.”
He nudged my back, causing me to walk faster. He slowly opened the door, then lightly closed it behind us. I looked around the parking lot as he directed me over to a dark truck further down the parking lot. He opened the back door, then nudged me to get inside. I glanced over my shoulder once more before he slammed the door in my face. I looked over to my left and I released a breath of relief.
“Ms. Patricia or Ms. Vlad, what are you doing here? Did my parents send you?” I asked.
I was always confused about what to call her. On some occasions when she would come to visit my parents, her name would be Patricia. On the next, it would be Ms. Vlad.
“Either will do, honey, but for this instance, you can call me Ms. Vlad.”
I nodded, then reached for the door handle, ready to get back out because I wasn’t looking to be saved, and I didn’t want to add her in on the trouble that was already following me.
“Well, thanks for the help, but I’m going to head back. You can tell my parents I’m fine and you might want to work on etiquette with your driver. He was rude as hell.”
I opened the door, and Ms. Vlad reached across me, slamming the door closed.
“Actually, I’m going to do the opposite,” she responded.
Before I could get a word out or react, she placed a taser to my neck and lit my ass up. The last thing I saw before I passed out was her condescending smirk. I made a promise to myself when I woke up from this shit I was going to beat her ass.