Chapter Fourteen
She almost caught me.
I shift on my feet for the hundredth time. I’m currently stuck in her closet, and I’ve been waiting for the past hour for her to go to sleep so I can leave. Ace finally found her, even though it took a little motivation with Lincoln offering him the position of Lead for our I.T. department.
With that, he needed some resistance training anyway. He spent a day with Marcus before I let him finish the job. I threatened to send him back if he didn’t find her within twenty-four hours. I guess that was enough to light a fire up his ass.
I had been the one who tracked her through the city until Ace met me at the park. He was supposed to keep her distracted long enough for Lincoln to take my place so I could come here and plant the bugs before she returned.
I was aware that she knew I was following her, but Ace is the most nonthreatening man I have. He doesn’t have the tattoo yet, so I thought he would be enough of a distraction so we could switch places. However, I was held at gunpoint. Again.
Once Lincoln had nearly caught up with us in the park, I let her get away, so he could follow her and I could come back here. She came back sooner than I thought. I thought she would spend some time trying to lose her stalker. However, by the time I got the room key and a few bugs from Ace, she was already walking through the doors of the hotel .
While she was in the shower, I was able to place a bug in her smoke detector and another behind her headboard. As I was getting off her bed, I knocked over her alarm clock.
Through the slits in the closet door, I can see her reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of me. She was walking around in nothing but a bra and panties, and I don’t think I’ve had blue balls this bad since I was a teenager and watched porn for the first time.
She groans as she rotates her shoulder. She closes her eyes and presses her lips into a thin line as her eyebrows furrow. “Jesus,” she mutters to herself as she gets out of bed and walks over to the mirror. She pulls her hair into a messy bun before turning around to face the closet.
I inhale a sharp breath as her tits raise with her arms. I want to open this closet door and run my hands over that perfect fucking body, and run my thumb over her peaked nipples before taking them in my mouth one at a time. I close my eyes and adjust my cock with a clenched jaw.
I run my eyes over her torso. She has large bruises peppering her body still from the fight with Manzo. Her left side seemed to have taken most of the damage. I read her chart from the hospital; other than the stab wound, the only other concerning thing was the broken rib. They said it hadn’t pierced any organs, which is the best-case scenario.
She has older cuts and burns starting at her collarbone all the way down to the top of where her panties lay on her hips. I look in the mirror to see her back. It looks about the same, but the cuts there were much deeper, and the burns were larger. Her shoulder is swollen and started to bruise from being dislocated. I’m surprised she is able to lift it as much as she is. It should be in a sling.
“Fucking asshole.” She whispers as she turns to face the mirror.
She runs her hand over the newest scar. It doesn’t look infected, but it’s redder than I’d like it to be. She tugs the sweatshirt back on, wanders over to the windowsill, and leans her head against the window.
I sit and watch her for about an hour before I hear Lincoln’s voice in my earpiece.
“Check in.” He says. “Back off.” The second part isn’t for me, but I furrow my brows.
“You’re going to break it,” an annoyed Ace says in a groan. “That costs more than your life is worth.”
“Ryker, check in,” Lincoln repeats.
“Dude, I’m serious.” I hear rustling before a loud crash follows. “DUDE!” Ace yells, and I cringe. More rustling starts, and I roll my eyes.
“If you fuckers don’t stop, I swear to god,” I mutter in a whisper, and the fighting stops.
Lincoln has practically adopted Ace as a younger brother. They fight like they’ve been siblings their entire lives. Lincoln is the pesky older brother who picks on the youngest child. Lincoln and I have a very different bond, and I haven’t formed any sort of bond with Ace, nor do I want to.
I think Bianca heard me because she gets off the bed and heads for the closet. I scoot all the way to the right, pressing my back against the wall and hiding myself as far as I can in the shadows.
Thankfully, she opens the left side of the closet and pulls out her duffle bag. I watch through the cracks as she pulls out a small bullet vibrator. She slides the bag back into the closet before heading back to the bed and slipping under the covers.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I mutter to myself and lean my head back against the wall. I swallow hard as the buzzing sound fills the room. I try to distract myself by grabbing one of the bugs I still have in my pocket and placing it under the bottom lining of her duffle .
“Everything okay?” Lincoln asks, but I ignore him.
I’m entranced as Bianca lifts her sweatshirt and closes her eyes as she pinches her nipples. She begins rocking her hips against the vibrator, tilts her head to the side, and nibbles on her lower lip as her eyebrows furrow.
“Jesus, no.” She whispers and pauses her movements. Her eyes open, and she stares at the ceiling. I want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She stands and begins pacing. Her breathing has picked up pace, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s obviously turned on. I pull my eyebrows together in confusion.
She stops at the foot of her bed and glares at the vibrator that is now buzzing on the top of her comforter. She rips off her clothes before grabbing the bullet and sliding it into her pussy. She lets out a moan so low I can barely hear it.
She presses a button on the remote twice, drops the remote onto the floor, and her hand flies down to her clit. She starts to rub slow circles and leans back against the dresser as her other hand finds her breasts. She lets out another moan and begins to pick up the pace. Her hand slides up her chest and grips onto her neck.
“Oh god.” She moans.
I can’t help the low growl that escapes from me as I grip my cock. She shutters, and her legs begin to shake. “Please,” She whispers, and my jaw tightens.
She begins rubbing her clit even faster. She falls to her knees, bracing herself up with one hand while the other stays in between her thighs. She bows her head, and her arm begins to shake. She rolls over onto her back and slips the vibrator out, placing it on her clit.
“Oh god, please. Please. Please!” Each word grows louder as she rocks her hips. “Ryker. Please.”
I pause, and a slow grin spreads across my face .
She lets out a whimper, and her eyes flutter open. Her hips slowly stop moving, and she lies there, staring at the ceiling. She takes a deep breath and slowly begins to sit up.
She looks at the vibrator with disgust and grabs the remote off the floor, turning it off before shoving it into a drawer and sliding into bed. She stares absently at the wall, her face remaining impassive as the seconds turn to minutes. She finally lets out a long, frustrated sigh as she turns off the lights and begins to drift off.
Once I see her breathing deepens and I know she’s asleep, I finally open the closet door and make my way over to the bed. A better man would walk out that door and never return, but my little blue-eyed Angel couldn’t get off and needs me to help. I heard it myself. She called out to me and begged me to make her come.
“You called,” I whisper, making sure to keep my voice low.
I slip my hands down my jeans and grip my still-hard cock. I run my thumb over the tip, gathering pre-cum, and use my other hand to slide down the covers. I internally groan when I find her pussy already glistening and ready.
Ever so slowly, I bring my hand out of my pants and lightly trace the finger with my pre-cum on it over her pussy and around her clit. She inhales a deep breath, and her legs open just an inch. I tighten my jaw. I use my clean hand to move her hair out of her face, leaning down and whispering in her ear.
“Good girl, Angel.”
I rotate my finger in a small circle around her nub, and she tilts her head to face me. The moonlight shining into the room through the open window casts a glow onto her naked body. I clench my jaw as I slide one finger over her slickness, and I close my eyes, tilting my head back as I slide in a finger, and her hips shift. I let myself sit there for a moment, reveling in her scent and the tightness of her pussy against my finger .
Just as I’m about to pull out, she lets out one of her sweet moans, and I lose all the restraint I was holding onto.
I take the earpiece out of my ear, turn it off, and toss it onto the dresser. I unhook my belt and unbutton my pants with one hand while the other begins to pump my finger inside of her. She lets out another moan, and her eyes start to flutter open. I press my free hand over her mouth, causing her eyes to fully open.
For a split second, I think I see panic, but instead, her eyes are filled with hatred and loathing. She begins to fight me, so I pull my hand out of her. I give myself one last look before finally meeting her eyes.
I cock my head as I run my finger over her soaking cunt, before running another circle around her clit. Her entire body shivers, and I smirk as she glares at me.
I lean down and whisper in her ear again, “Do you want me to stop?”
I push a finger back into her, making sure to curl my fingers so I hit her G-spot. She doesn’t say anything, so I cock an eyebrow as I pick up speed. Her hips begin to rock against my hand involuntarily.
Her back arches as her head tilts back, and she lets out a muffled moan behind my hand. She begins to pulse around my fingers, and I groan. I release her mouth and turn her body so her lower half is hanging off the bed. I lower myself onto my knees and suck her clit into my mouth.
Her hand finds my hair immediately. Usually, I don’t let the women I fuck touch me, but right now, her tight grip on my hair makes my cock harden even tighter against my zipper.
I throw her legs over my shoulders for a better angle, then enter two fingers as I lick circles and spell out my name on her clit with my tongue .
“Oh god.” She whispers, and I chuckle before looking up at her.
Her head is thrown back as her free hand grips her breast, pinching her nipple. I nibble on her clit, and she moans louder, flinging her other hand down to my hair, and she begins to ride my face even faster.
“Oh god.” She repeats and her legs begin to shake again. Just as she’s about to come, I pull my fingers out and tilt my head the best I can so I’m no longer on her clit.
She whimpers and tries to move her hips back to my mouth, but I grip her hips in a tight hold, and she lets go of my hair. I slowly stand, and I loom over her as I slowly run my hands up her body and grip her throat.
“You drive me fucking mad,” I growl as I shove down my pants with one hand. Her breasts heave as her eyes glaze over with lust. “Tell me to stop,” I warn. She swallows, and her eyes grow wide. “You have five seconds.” I squeeze her neck a bit tighter, and her panting picks up again. “Five.” I lean down and kiss her neck. “four.” I lower myself even more so I can suck one nipple into my mouth as I push her further down the bed, making her core press against my cock. “Three,” I mutter as I look up at her, and she swallows. I lightly bite her nipple before I let it out of my mouth with a loud pop. “Two.” I move to the other and do the same. “One.”
Without another second of hesitation, I thrust into her as hard as I can. Making her take every inch of me. She lets out a scream that turns into a moan as she comes around my cock. Arching her back and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. I grit my teeth, not moving as her pussy milks my cock. I have to restrain myself from coming.
Once she comes down from her orgasm, I begin to move slowly. She whimpers, and she looks back up at me with a mixture of hatred and fascination. That’s good. I’m glad I’m not the only one .
I pick up the pace and grip her neck even tighter. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I lift her up by her neck. I wrap my arm around her back for support so that not all the pressure is on her neck.
I give her a split second to adjust before I slam her against the wall. She winces, and I thrust into her even harder. She holds my gaze and meets me thrust for thrust. She places her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin, drawing blood. I tighten my grip around her neck, and she smirks. I thrust even harder, even faster, as her nails slide down my chest.
I tighten my jaw and slip my hand in between the two of us to find her sensitive clit. I run a fast circle over it, and her legs tighten around my waist. I bend down and suck on her breast. Biting so I leave teeth marks.
When I look up, her eyes are starting to flutter closed, so I release her throat, and she gasps for air. She grips onto my shoulders as she begins to pulse around my cock again.