19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Hawk wasn’t in the living room or kitchen, and I headed to the back of the house. His bedroom door was open, so I went inside. We’d developed a bit of an unspoken open-door policy in the three weeks I’d been here.
I always slept with my door cracked open, unable to stand the thought of being in a closed room. I guessed being locked in a studio for five weeks would do that to a person. My roomie never asked questions—which I appreciated very much—but I’m sure he knew my reasons. He was nothing if not intuitive.
If I went to bed before him, Hawk would often peek inside my bedroom to tell me goodnight before he headed to bed, and I did the same to him. So entering his room wasn’t an unusual or uncomfortable thing for me to do.
The only room I never ventured into was the so-called Den of Sin. I was beginning to think that was a bit of a myth since Hawk had never had a “guest” in the weeks I’d been living here.
The black door between Hawk’s room and the Den had always been closed, and the door in the hallway that led to the mysterious room was locked. Well, it had been the one time I’d been brave and curious enough to wiggle the handle.
But tonight the black door was cracked open. Maybe he was inside cleaning his handcuffs and whips or something. I edged closer, about to speak his name when his words froze my feet into place.
“Fucking take it all or you know what’s going to happen.”
I’d never heard Hawk’s voice like that. It was always deep, but this… this was almost otherworldly, a bottomless rasp of authority that made me want to do any fucking thing he asked.
Jesus, Mal. Desperate much?
I clenched my thighs together and prepared to quietly tiptoe from the room. He obviously had company, if the gurgling female whimpers that accompanied his low grunts were any indication.
As I took a step back, my eyes unwittingly slid to the sliver in the door, and I stalled once again. In the reflection of a tall, ornate mirror, I saw a woman on her knees, her small hands bound behind her back with cable ties and her blonde ponytail fisted in one of Hawk’s thick hands.
Oh. My. God.
Hawk was filling the woman’s mouth with his extremely large penis. Her lips were stretched so wide, I was surprised they weren’t cracking at the corners.
I’d seen my roommate shirtless before, but a bottomless Hawk? Sweet kittens! I had an excellent view from my position, and I could see the man had the kind of primo ass that made you want to grab hold with both hands. Round, muscular, and surprisingly tan .
And the clenching! Holy fuck, the clenching! With each deep thrust, small hollows appeared at the sides of his buttocks, demonstrating the power of his glutes.
The muscles of his back rippled with exertion beneath the hawk tattoo that stretched across his large frame, and the tats on his arm were practically luminescent, glistening from the sheen of sweat that covered them.
Completely without my permission, my hand slid between my legs, and I pressed my fingers against my crotch to dull the ache that had suddenly developed there. Though I knew I shouldn’t be, I was turned on as hell.
The way he commanded her every movement with little effort—his hand yanking her head back and forth in a rhythm that countered his driving hips—was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
You should not be watching this, you perv. Flee the scene!
Yes, that’s definitely what I should do. Run out to my car and head to a coffee shop for a couple hours. Then I could come back and pretend like I’d never seen all that.
Though I would never be able to look at my roommate again without seeing this image. Without wondering what it would feel like to have a man look down at me with that kind of desire in his eyes. To be so engrossed in his pleasure that he didn’t even realize someone was watching.
I gritted my teeth when I remembered I was the one watching, and shame flamed across my cheeks. You really need to leave, Mallori Fitz, you voyeuristic little freak .
But first, I really wanted to see his entire peen, not just the girthy shaft that was dripping with the other woman’s saliva. What did the head look like? Was it round or more pointy?
As if the blow job gods heard my question, Hawk pulled out of the blonde woman’s mouth, and I suppressed a gasp.
I didn’t hold myself out to be some kind of dick expert by any means. I’d only seen one in person, but that didn’t tamp down the awe that had my eyes widening. Hawk’s dick was beautiful, though it appeared to be very angry, the crown blushing and wide.
And were those… piercings? Yes, there were definitely round, silver balls protruding from the reddened flesh near his crown. I couldn’t tell how many from this angle, but there were at least two.
I was startled from my observations when Hawk spoke again. “You like gagging on my cock like a little whore, don’t you?”
Releasing her hair and taking his penis in his hand, he smacked one side of her face with it, and then the other. “Answer me, slut.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered with a voice made of gravel.
He groaned his pleasure, and the rumble somehow soared through the air, out the door, and directly to my clit, like some kind of magical traveling vibrator. The swelling need inside me had wetness drenching my panties and wetting my fingers… which were clutching my sex beneath my dress.
I didn’t masturbate very often, but I was totally going to have to rub one out in the privacy of my own room later. Hell, I was halfway there already.
Maybe if I slid my panties to the side just a— No! Stop it, Mal!
A loud thwacking sound drew my attention to the woman’s pursed lips, which Hawk was slapping with his extremely hard dick .
“I’m going to fuck your throat until you can’t take it anymore, and then I’m going to come in this hot mouth of yours.” Her lips trembled as he smacked them two more times.
“If you spill a single drop, I’ll cut your fucking throat. Do you understand me?”
I stifled a gasp, and that’s when I noticed what was in his other hand. My heart dropped to my toes and then rose swiftly up into my throat, threatening to induce spontaneous vomiting.
Hawk Gentry—the man I thought was a kind, protective friend—was holding a knife.
Like penises, I wasn’t an expert on knives either, but it appeared to be a switchblade with a wicked point glinting against the creamy flesh of the poor woman’s throat. Even from here, I could see the pulse throbbing in her neck and the fear in her watery eyes.
“Y-yes, I understand,” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you say.”
He stroked the blade almost reverently up the column of her neck and dragged the flat side of it against her cheek. “Good girl. I’d hate to have to clean blood up off my floor. Such a tedious task.”
This fucking asshole!
Hawk jerked her hair, tilting her head back as he leaned closer. “Now open your goddamn sexy mouth and take my cock like the fucking whore you are.”
Every muscle in my body tightened as the memory of being in Moreau’s studio flooded back. The fear. The helplessness. Just like this defenseless woman. He hadn’t used a weapon, but I was no less at his mercy—until I’d punched him in the face.
The fear trembling inside me told me I should run, but there was no way I could live with myself if I left this lady to fend for herself. Even if I called the police as soon as I got outside, there was the response time to think about.
I had a pretty good swing, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t take down Hawk with a punch. Not when he was holding a knife.
Realizing my crossbody bag was slung across my chest, I suddenly remembered something my father had given me before I left Pennsylvania. With my eyes on Hawk, who was now thrusting back into the woman’s mouth, I closed my hand around the small canister and pulled it out.
Flicking the disarm switch with my thumb, I tiptoed toward the door. Hawk’s words from a few weeks ago came back to me: Honey, I could hear a mouse fart in a jet engine.
I literally held my breath when I pushed open the door, grateful it didn’t creak. Holy shit! Here we go.
Hawk Gentry may have superhuman hearing, but I had something else going for me. Stealth. Years of dance training had made me light on my feet, able to walk without making the tiniest of sounds.
I moved across the room on my toes, thankful the man was distracted, making loud grunting noises and talking dirty to the woman servicing him. “Fuck yeah, honey. That’s it.”
I was fucking sick to my stomach, working to hold back the bile rising in my throat. When I lifted the canister and held it straight out in front of me, Hawk seemed to catch the movement out of his peripheral vision.
Fuck. It’s now or never.
As soon as he turned his head, eyes widened in shock, I depressed the trigger on the canister. “Mal—” he started, but stopped when he got a face full of pepper spray. Sucking in a deep breath of surprise, he inhaled the fiery substance before stumbling backward. The big man fell on his ass and scrambled away from us.
“Close your eyes,” I snapped at the woman. I had gotten Hawk right in the face, but I figured some of the mist would sink downward, and I wanted to minimize the effect of the spray on her.
She began sobbing with her eyes cinched closed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh,” I soothed. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’ll take care of you.” I picked up the knife he’d dropped and approached the woman. She squinted her eyes open a bit, her gaze dropping to the weapon in my hand.
And that’s when she started screaming bloody murder. Hawk was yelling curse words and making sounds like a wounded animal, and the noise in the room was almost painful to my ears.
Christ, this shit is stressful. The woman’s entire body was shaking when I walked around behind her, and she screeched out a stream of nonsense in her panic.
“I swear I didn’t know. I’m sorry! Don’t kill me!”
“I’m not going to kill you,” I told her, having to speak more loudly than I wanted to because everyone in the room except me was so fucking loud. Leaning down, I slipped the knife inside the cable ties around her wrist as she tried to squirm away from me. “Dammit, be still or I’m going to cut you.”
“Oh my gawwwwd! Don’t cut me. I didn’t know he was married. I swear!” she wailed.
That’s when it hit me. She thought I was an angry wife .
“No, no. I’m not his wife. I’m just trying to cut you loose.” She finally stilled, and I slit the bindings. “There, you’re free. See? I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
She swiveled around to face me and scooted away before covering her ample breasts with her arms. Her makeup was destroyed, and fear radiated from her blue eyes. “Wh-what do you want?” At least she wasn’t screaming anymore.
Casting a quick glance at the man who was spitting curses and writhing on the floor with tears cascading down his face, I held out a tentative hand to her.
“Come on… uh, what’s your name?”
“Katya,” she said warily.
“Katya, let’s get you some clothes, and I’ll take you to the hospital. The police can take your statement there, if that’s what you want to do.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she asked, her eyebrows squinching together. Poor thing was confused.
“You were assaulted, sweetie.” A grunt from behind me drew my attention, and I saw Hawk pushing to his knees. Holy shit! He was recovering a lot faster than I expected. With a sense of urgency, I swiveled my head back to the woman on the floor to tell her to hurry the hell up, but what I saw shocked me.
She was laughing. Like, that hysterical laughter that was so deep it didn’t even make a sound.
“Katya,” I hissed, “this is not the time to fall apart. We’ve got to go!”
She finally gasped in a breath, her laughter becoming audible as she waved a hand in front of her face. “Y-you thought… and then the pepper spray.” That sent her into another round of giggles, and I was beginning to freak the hell out.
“Katya, please. We’ve got to get out of here before…”
“Before Hawk gets up?” came a voice from directly behind me, and my body turned to ice.
Oh hell! What did I do with that knife after I cut Katya loose? And am I even capable of stabbing another person?
I turned slowly to find him standing there with a bright red face and even redder eyes. Eyes that locked onto me for a long moment before turning to his victim. Then he extended his hand and helped her to her feet before wrapping her in a black satin sheet.
He, on the other hand, was still completely naked.
“You okay, Katya?” he asked, and I gaped at him in disbelief. Was he really asking her—
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “I’m good.”
“You want to explain, or should I?”
My eyes toggled back and forth between the two, and I began to think that perhaps I had made a grave error. They were chatting like they knew each other or something.
Katya flicked her fingers at him. “Oh please, let me. You go wash your face. You look like shit.”
He coughed wetly into his fist. “I feel even worse.” His head tilted in my direction. “That’s Mallori, my housemate.”
Then he strolled away, and Katya’s eyes followed him across the room. As did mine. “Damn, that man has got a superb ass,” she noted, and I couldn’t argue one iota. When he went through the door to the en suite, she returned her attention to me, her eyes kind. “Are you okay, Mallori? ”
I massaged my temples. “I’m—I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think I fucked up.”
Her shoulders shook with laughter, and she covered her mouth with her fingertips before schooling her expression. “Maybe a bit. I assure you, Hawk wasn’t assaulting me. We were kind of… role playing, I guess you could say.”
“Shit,” I muttered, the word barely audible as I buried my face in my hands.
“Knife play is something I’m into,” she explained, and I raised my head to look at her. Her lips quirked up on one side, and she gave an unapologetic shrug. “And I might have a bit of a degradation kink. He was just giving me what I needed.”
“I am so sorry, Katya. I saw… and I thought… Jesus, you must think I’m an idiot.”
“Not at all.” Her face turned somber, and she tilted her head to the side. “Something happened to me once. A long time ago.” Her eyes defocused as she stared at something from her past. “I wish someone had stood up for me then. Anyone.”
That last word was delivered in a mere whisper, and I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around this virtual stranger and hugged her. “I’m sorry, Katya. I understand.”
After a brief hesitation, she returned my embrace, holding me as tightly as I held her. When we pulled apart, I glanced around the room. There was a huge bed with a metal headboard and a black satin fitted sheet that matched the one Katya was wearing as a dress. A number of cabinets lined the charcoal-gray walls.
Hawk returned before I could even fathom what was in all of those. His wet hair told me he’d taken a quick shower, and thankfully he’d put on some gray athletic shorts. He looked marginally better, though his lips and eyes were horribly puffy.
Because I had sprayed him in the face with a toxic chemical. I’d never felt shittier in my life.
His expression was stoic, unreadable, and I knew he had to be so freaking angry with me. Hot tears filled my eyes and spilled over the barrier of my eyelids before I could stop them.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut so I didn’t have to see him like that. Hurt. Because of me.
I was surprised—for about the millionth time tonight—when a rough thumb stroked gently beneath my left eye. “Are you okay, Little Bee?” The concern in his voice made me feel even worse, and my lips trembled when I answered.
“A bit mortified actually.” Speaking to the floor, I said, “I’ll let you two get back to your… knives and stuff. I’m going to locate a bridge to jump off.”
“No,” Hawk said sharply, and my lowered head snapped up. “Come with me.” His big hand wrapped around mine, and I followed him meekly out the door and into his bedroom. I was struck by the contrast between the muted colors in here and the dark furnishings in the room we’d just left.
Hawk stopped and turned to face me, though he didn’t meet my eyes for a long moment. He stared off to the side as if trying to determine what to say. Probably looking for a polite way to say, Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked when his dark eyes finally found me again.
“No,” I told him. “I’m not. ”
He exhaled a long sigh and nodded. “Wait here for me, Bee. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
And with that, he walked back into the Den of fucking Sin and closed the door.