17. Jaelyn
CHAPTER 17
JAELYN
I slam my feet into the mattress, letting out a shrill yell. Frustration and panic grip me, and I’m torn between wanting to tell Sergio the truth and keeping my mouth shut because then I’d have to tell the truth, further exposing me and Nate.
But I know that every second that passes brings Nate closer and closer to the edge. Even if the alarm bells don’t sound when he can’t get a hold of me by phone, I’m sure that seeing my car abandoned on the side of the very road he’d take to the club will put him in killing-spree mode.
I haven’t seen that version of my brother in three years, and we barely escaped within an inch of our lives when the ambush on the Bowman brothers unexpectedly went sideways on us.
I always suspected it was Eli who tipped them off that Nate and I were coming. We couldn’t stick around to prove it or to punish the jackass, but deep down, I knew it was him.
Nate forced him to patch out of his charter after that horrific night, and Eli never forgave either one of us for uprooting him and voting him out. And since he still had friends in the charter who didn’t agree with him being forced to leave, it was pretty clear how word got out about our revenge plan against the Becerra Cartel and their dipshit drug mules.
The idea was to cripple them in the most brutal way possible, and we did.
But the bullseye on our backs has just gotten bigger and bigger with each passing day.
Nate already knows the cartel leaders are here looking for us.
He won’t assume I’ve just fallen off the face of the Earth because I took a wrong turn into the desert.
He’s going to assume they’re the ones who snatched me.
And he’s going to storm the lion’s den to rescue me.
It would be a suicide mission.
They’ll never let him get out alive, not after everything he’s done to their organization.
They’ve waited too long and their hate for us runs too deep to let him slip through their grubby fingers.
I squeeze my eyes shut. If I don’t speak up now and show my hand, I risk losing my brother, the only family I have left. Sergio has made it pretty clear that he wants Nate dead, so it’s a big risk telling him what I’m certain Nate is about to do. He might just make a call to his pal Becerra with that information and kill two birds with one stone — secure his partnership with the cartel and sacrifice my brother.
“Argh! No!” I swing my arms back over my head, slamming the metal cuffs against the headboard.
Sergio flings open the door and stands there with a glass of clear liquid in his hand. “You’re giving me a goddamned headache with your screaming. If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll slap the duct tape over that mouth of yours.”
I struggle to sit up, floundering around like a fish out of water as I try to get leverage against the soft mattress. “Listen,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I need to tell you something.”
He lifts an eyebrow and gulps down the liquid. “I hope it’s not that you have to pee again. I’ve had about enough of your knees, Jaelyn. And there are a lot of hammers in this place,” he says. “Just remember that.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, be a badass. Whatever. Does it look like I’m afraid of you or whatever stupid ass scheme you’re trying to run using me as bait?”
His eyes flash and he slams the glass against the wall across from me, and with a loud crash, ice cubes and shards of glass fly into the air. Then he stomps toward me, closing a hand around my neck. It’s not too tight and I can still breathe, but I won’t lie. It startles me a little bit. He seems so calm and cool all the time, except in these fleeting moments when he just completely loses his shit and lashes out.
It’s a little scary.
And hot, if I’m being honest.
But I need logical Sergio right now, not psycho Sergio.
“You’re not going to kill me,” I whisper.
“You’re doing a good job of making me want to,” he seethes, his blue eyes darkening like a turbulent storm is about to ravage the otherwise calm pools. But he loosens his grip nonetheless, and the crashing waters begin to recede.
Thank fuck.
“I can offer you something, Sergio. But in return, I need your help,” I murmur in a choked voice.
“Why would I want to help you? You’re a lying, double-crossing, manipulative bitch.”
“And that’s all bad because why? Because I got one over on you? Beat you at your own game? Isn’t that what’s driving that pole further and further up your ass?”
“For someone who wants my help, you’re doing an awesome job of convincing me to tell you to fuck off.” He pulls his hand away from my throat and I drink in as much oxygen as possible before speaking again. I really need to work on my timing.
Note to self: Don’t incite the monster just before asking for his help!
“You’re right,” I say, coughing a little bit. “Okay, forget that I just insulted you. I really need you to hear this.”
“Listening,” he growls. “So make it good.”
I expel a sigh through my lips. “I know you want the nightclubs.”
“Yeah, I think I made it pretty clear the other night that I did.” He snorts, backing up from the bed and folding his arms over his chest.
“So much that you’d be willing to kidnap me in order to get your hands on our business?”
His lips twist into a grimace. “Don’t bullshit me again, Jaelyn. You know that’s not why you’re here.”
“Look,” I say, struggling to keep my voice even. “We’re losing time dancing around here. Okay? You are, I am, and so is Nate! So let’s just be honest with each other and see if we can work together to fix things. I’m scared for my brother. That’s the only reason why I am willing to come up with a trade.”
He narrows his eyes. “A trade?”
“Yes, your help for a share of the nightclubs.”
“Why the fuck should I help you or Nate when he tried to kill me and my guys the other night?”
I gasp. “What are you talking about?”
He grabs the duct tape from the plastic-covered dresser and walks over to me, shaking it over me. “If you’re fucking with me, Jaelyn…if you’re not being straight with me…I will wrap you up like a damn mummy in this tape!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shout.
He grips the back of my hair, forcing my head upward. “When we were leaving the club the other night, we were ambushed by a van. Shooters opened fire on us. They got one of my guys.”
“I-I didn’t know,” I rasp, the pain from his tight grip shooting to the roots of my hair follicles. “But it couldn’t have been Nate. He wouldn’t have done that. I mean, I know I told him to—” I muse out loud, stopping before the rest of it slips out.
“Told him to what?” Sergio snarls, tugging my hair harder.
“Ouch!” I snap. “Let me go and I’ll tell you!”
He pauses for a second and then releases my head. It stings so badly but I can’t even rub the sore spot because my hands are cuffed together.
“He threatened me,” Sergio says. “In front of my guys. Disrespected me, and then to prove his point, he sent his crew after us to show us that he’s not intimidated by the families we’re aligned with. You heard all that, too, sweetheart, so don’t play it like he’s innocent. Maybe he didn’t tell you what he was planning, but he fucking did it. And that’s why you’re here, not because I’m hard up for your nightclubs.”
“Look, the only reason he acted that way was because of me. It was my idea to shut you guys out. We wanted to make you desperate!”
He waves his hands around him, a disbelieving chuckle tumbling from his lips. “Well, look around, Jaelyn. This whole thing screams desperation, yeah?”
“So you only took me because you thought Nate tried to kill you?”
“Direct retribution.” He lifts an eyebrow.
I shrug. “Kind of.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Well, none of you guys are dead. So it isn’t exactly an eye for an eye.”
He narrows his eyes. “Enrico’s arm is all shot up and in a sling. Should I bust yours up, too? Then, will we be even?”
I sweep my tongue over my dry lips. “I’d rather offer you a partnership stake in our clubs for your muscle.”
Sergio’s eyes glaze over for a second, and a mischievous smirk tugs at his mouth. “ Which muscle, exactly?”
“This is serious,” I say. “Nate didn’t try to kill you, I would stake my own life on that. I don’t know who did, but?—”
“No,” Sergio mutters, turning away from me. “No! That whole ‘eye for an eye’ thing is really coming back to bite me in the ass.”
“Yeah, I’m beginning to see that you don’t quite get the gist of that saying.”
He fixes a murderous glare on me. “I didn’t think cutting off someone’s hand would warrant a revenge murder,” he says through clenched teeth.
Uhh, exactly how much of that clear liquid did he drink before he threw the glass against the wall? “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say…whose hand did you cut off?”
“Javier’s.”
I furrow my brow. “Who?”
“The guy who attacked you outside of the club the other night.”
“You cut off his hand?” My mouth drops open. “I thought you were working with his organization.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because of the meeting you were supposed to have! You were pissed off that his boss didn’t show up? You said something about partnering?”
Sergio scrubs a hand down the front of his face. “What the hell is happening here? Why do you care so much about that dipshit Javier’s organization and my business with them?”
A throbbing erupts between my temples, my pulse picking up speed as the seconds tick by as an image of Nate stepping into the demon’s lair flashes in front of my eyes. A red haze clouds the picture, a harbinger of what would become of him if he went to battle in the pits of hell otherwise known as ground zero for the Becerra Cartel. My throat grows tighter and tighter with the knowledge that Nate will be at death’s door unless he finds out the truth, that it wasn’t the cartel who took me.
It was the fucking mafia.
And they’re the only ones who can save my brother now.
I squeeze my eyes shut, flipping over my cards because there’s no other out for me or my brother.
Sergio, ironically, is my only hope.
“Because they killed my parents!”
My words pierce the air, reverberating in the space. I can’t swallow them back. Hell, I didn’t even know they were there on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to spew.
I didn’t mean to tell him that.
I didn’t want to tell him that.
This isn’t about them.
It’s about Nate.
My skin prickles as if tiny needles are dancing over the surface of my body. Memories swirl through my mind, commanding air time that I’ve tried so hard to preserve and protect. Deep breaths become impossible, and only slivers of air can make it into my lungs. Short, sharp pants quake my shoulders and I close my eyes to block out the terrifying scene playing out in my mind.
Images flash across my eyes as the sounds of my screams rupture my ears and the scent of burnt rubber assaults my nostrils. It’s like I’m there again, immersed in the aftermath of horror.
“Jaelyn,” Sergio says slowly. “Tell me what the hell is going on.”
I blink fast, keeping the tears at bay, my own words about emotion resonating in my mind. “Javier works for the Becerra Cartel.”
Sergio nods. “Yeah…”
“That cartel was responsible for the murder of my parents in Miami three years ago.” My eyes open, brimming with unshed tears. “And they’re here in Vegas now because of us.”
“Keep going,” he mutters.
“First, you have to believe me when I tell you it wasn’t Nate who tried to hurt you. He wouldn’t do that. He was only putting on an act because we didn’t know any other way of getting your attention, and we need your help against the cartel, now more than ever.” I take a deep breath and a hiccup slips out. “Look, you’re right about the night I went to your club. I was spying on you. We’d heard that the Becerra Cartel was here in Vegas and were afraid they were closing in on us. The offer from you and your organization seemed strange because you have so much money and backing.” I let out a sigh. “I thought you were just using it as an excuse to get close to us, that you might be working with the cartel to take us down. It wasn’t until I saw Javier’s tattoo when your guy dragged him away from me that I knew for sure it was them.”
“So that’s why I could freeze ice on your ass the night we came to Sapphire. You thought we were the enemy.”
“And then you kidnapped me, so I’m not entirely convinced you’re not,” I huff.
“So the cartel, what do they have to do with your parents?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have time.” He grins. “No food, but time. And vodka.”
“Are you going to uncuff me now?”
“I still don’t really trust you. Lemme hear the rest of the story and I’ll decide if you deserve to be released.”
I make a face. “Can I at least have a drink? I’m fighting a hangover from whatever the hell drug you shot me up with. I may as well do myself in completely with some booze.”
“Pickle garnish is all I can offer.”
“I’ll take it.”
He disappears and returns a minute later. “No mixers either.”
I take a sip of the clear liquid. It goes down so smooth, landing coolly in the center of my empty belly. “Nate used to be President of a motorcycle club in Miami. His guys did some illegal stuff, mainly money laundering through the club’s businesses. I wasn’t privy to too many details, but one night, he told me that the head of the Becerra Cartel approached him to do some drug running and distribution. It was big money, he said, but Nate didn’t want to do it. It was dangerous work and he didn’t want to put the club on the radar of the cops and the Feds. So he turned down their offer. They didn’t like that answer and sent him a message,” I finish in a choked whisper, taking another sip of the vodka.
Sergio nods. “I know all about those kinds of messages,” he says in a low voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, the guys who did it got off without so much as a week of community service. They walked. My parents were murdered and they got to leave the courthouse as free men.”
“Why are you still on Becerra’s radar? You fuck with his business?”
“Crippled it,” I say. “Me and Nate. We went after the guys who killed my parents. Torched their warehouse and popped them both. Then, we disappeared.” I manage a small smile. “See, that was direct retribution. Two lives for two lives.”
“But the debt ain’t paid, is it?”
“No. And they’re just aching for the day they can collect the total. Do you see why we have to warn Nate?”
Sergio rubs the back of his neck. “I just wanted your fucking pussy,” he groans.
“Excuse me?” I squeal, sitting straight up.
“Relax, I meant your nightclubs.” He snickers. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetie.”
A hot flush blankets my body and floods my cheeks.
He tips his head back and drains the rest of his drink.
“So, you’re going to let me go now, right?”
He stands up and walks over to the door, turning briefly to wink at me. “I still don’t trust you, princess. I want my share of your places if I’m gonna help you. This is gonna bring a lot of heat on me, and I’m not sticking my neck out for anyone without a guarantee. In writing. There’s no pussy out there that’s hot enough to distract me from what I’m owed, you hear me?”
“But, Nate?—”
“Is a big boy. And I’ll take care of him while you sit tight. You’re still my leverage, Jaelyn. I can save your brother, but my help doesn’t come for free. It’s gonna cost you. Plenty.”
“Can’t I at least call him?—?”
“And risk you telling him where you are so that the cartel, who most likely is already watching him, tails him here and turns this place into a fucking warzone?”
“I don’t even know where we are! I was drugged when you brought me here, or don’t you remember?” I scream. “I should have known you would be a complete dick about this! It’s who you are!”
“Hey, easy. I may be a dick, but I have what you want, Jaelyn, what you need …strong fucking muscle.”
“You’re infuriating! I never should have trusted you!”
“Maybe not, because now my leverage has become much more valuable. I’m gonna get a partnership share for a much lower than asking price when I make my counteroffer.” He grins. “But, hey, you can at least be happy I’m not gonna kill you. I need to trade you for what I want in return so you get to live and we’ll get to work together. That’s something, isn’t it?”
“Did I say the head of the cartel was evil incarnate?” I yell. “Because I was fucking lying! It’s actually you !”
“Evil incarnate. I like the sound of that. I might put it on my new business cards.”
“Only you would take that as a compliment!” I shriek, wanting so badly to fling a shoe at his head. But I have no shoe, or the capability to use either of my arms right now. “You are the fucking worst !”
“Have another drink. You might feel differently.”
“I can’t hold the glass when both of my hands are cuffed together!” I glare at him, fury rising from deep within me as I see the smug look settle into his features. He stares down at me like I’m a sizzling steak and he’s a predator who hasn’t eaten in a week.
“I love your fire, you know that? You have to admit,” he murmurs, dragging a finger down the front of my shirt as he leans over me. The scent of his cologne intoxicates me, making my head instantly dizzy with pent-up lust. I’ve tried so hard to keep it bottled up since that night in his office, tried to ignore how my body instinctively hums with week-old aftershocks when it’s anywhere in his vicinity. But as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, the truth still comes back to haunt me. I want him with every cell of my being. On top of me, behind me, below me. Any and every which way. And dammit, I hate myself for that more than I claim to hate him.
“We blazed that night in my office. It was fucking hot.” He grins at me, his half-hooded gaze making my pussy tingle.
Goddammit! It’s the harshest betrayal I can imagine at this moment.
He tugs at the neckline of my top with his thumb. “You remember it. I know you do. And even though you think you hate me right now, you’re torn because you want me to fuck you again. Isn’t that right, Jaelyn?” He leans both of his hands onto the mattress, his body straddling me. His warm breath flutters against my cheeks like feathers and I close my eyes, turning my head away from his magnetic gaze.
“I do hate you,” I grumble. “So much.”
“Hate sex,” he says in that low, growly voice that makes my toes curl. “Is the best kind of sex. You wanna test the theory?”
“I want to call my brother,” I hiss, my eyes flying open again and spewing disgust. “And you’re a complete pig!”
“Why? Because I know what I want? Or because I know you want the same thing?”
“Don’t be stupid. I want nothing to do with you!”
“Well, we’ll have to figure out a way to get past our little issues if we’re going to work together.”
“Work with you?” I snort. “I wouldn’t walk to the end of the street with you!”
He slides his hand between my legs and I gasp, my back arching as his fingers brush against my pussy. “Uh-huh, that’s what I thought. You want more. I want more. We should get more.”
“I want…” I let out a sharp breath. “N-nothing!”
“Let’s see about that,” he says, looping his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and sliding them to my ankles. I lock my knees together to keep him from finding out my evidently worst-kept secret, but it’s a futile attempt. He slides his fingers against my slit, letting out a low groan as he dips his fingers inside of my wet folds.
“You liar,” he hisses, fisting my hair and pulling my head back so he can drag his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’re so wet. We both know what that means.”
My head drops back onto the pillow as he slides them deeper, rubbing against my clit with his thumb at the same time. “It d-doesn’t mean a-anything,” I rasp, clenching my toes as the fingers of one hand move faster and deeper. His free hand pulls off my leggings and pushes open my legs. Suddenly, his fingers are replaced by his lips and hot coiling tongue, his fingertips digging into my ass and forcing my hips upward. His teeth nip at my clit, electricity charging through my insides with each flick and tug. I want to drag my nails down his back to make him feel even a shred of what is coursing through me right now. I want to draw blood, I want to make him scream, I want to hear him feel it all!
“Ahh!” I scream, my ass clenching as he assaults my pussy with his lips. “Oh, God, that’s it! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
That’s when he pulls away.
The very minute I scream out.
My chest heaves as he lifts his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his asshole face. “I told you what you wanted. Why’d you deny it?”
I can barely squeeze out a breath, so I flip him off with both of my hands over my head. “Fuck you,” I seethe when I can speak again. “I want out of here! Now!”
“I bet you don’t wanna go anywhere, sweetheart. You wanna stay right here. With me. And even though you hate yourself for it, that’s what you need.” He sits back on the bed and digs his phone out of his pocket. Then he reaches up and uncuffs one of my hands. “Call your brother. Tell him the Becerras didn’t snatch you and that you’re with me until tomorrow morning. When he draws up the partnership paperwork for us, he’ll get you back and I will take care of the cartel in return for my shares. That’s when he’ll get what he wants. But I’m gonna take something I want first, though. And I know you’re not gonna stop me.”
I swing my hand at his face, my palm stinging as it makes contact with his stubbled jaw. He doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles. The fucking nerve! I want to poke his eyes out! “You’re a sick bastard!” I hiss.
“Maybe so, but it doesn’t stop your pussy from dripping when I’m close to you, does it? And these nipples.” He yanks my shirt up to my neck, exposing my bra. With a flick of his fingers, he reaches behind me and unhooks it. The air hits my breasts and I gasp as his fingers massage my flushed flesh. “They’re so hard, they can cut glass, and all I’ve done is breathe on them. What does that tell you, sweetheart? Because it tells me a hell of a lot.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Number?”
I tell him the number through gritted teeth and when he clicks the green button and drops the phone in my hand, I put it to my ear. It rings once, twice, three- yah, my God !
I swallow a squeal as my brother’s deep voice comes on the line. “Who the fuck is this?” he growls.
“Nate,” I rasp, clutching the phone tight as Sergio’s tongue sweeps down the slit of my pussy before sucking on my swollen clit like a fucking kitten at her mama’s teet. He tugs and teases and toggles my nub with his devious tongue, his teeth getting in the center of the action.
“Jae!” he yells. “Thank God! Where are you? Are you hurt?”
“No,” I whisper, clawing at the pillow over my head when what I really want to do is scream my bloody head off. “I’m not hurt. I’m fine. We’re fine,” I murmur, my eyes sealed shut as his mouth works me from the inside out. I almost black out, the intensity of pleasure too much for my brain to process.
“Jae!” Nate says again and my eyes fly open.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I whimper as Sergio’s tongue probes deeper and deeper. I clench tight around him, squeezing my legs together so tight, they are fused to the sides of his head.
It only spurs him on, making him work harder.
Oh, lucky fucking day !
“Tell me where you are and what the hell happened! I saw your car and went straight to the cops!”
“N-no….no cops,” I mutter, my mind in a state of the most blissful euphoria. “N-no danger.”
“Jae, what the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice gets higher and louder with each passing second that I fall deeper under Sergio’s salacious spell.
“Nate,” I mumble, my head rolling left and right as I thrust my hips into Sergio’s mouth, his mouth fucking me like a voracious lion who can only be sated by my throbbing pussy. “I’m good. Don’t go after….oh God…no cartel!” I cry out, electricity zipping through me, exploding out of every limb.
“What about the cartel? Jae, talk to me! Is someone there?”
“Yes!” I screech at the top of my lungs. “Yes, oh my God, yes!”
“Who is it?” Nate shouts. “Put me on speaker! I wanna talk to the fucker!”
“No,” I whisper in a breathless voice as Sergio crawls up to me with the typical shit-eating grin on his face. “No, just promise you won’t go after the cartel. They had nothing to do with this. Don’t go after them. Please, promise me!” I breathe as the aftershocks settle in and my body deflates like a balloon, sinking farther into the mattress as if it’s been weighted down by bricks.
One of Sergio’s hands creeps over my breasts, kneading them as he grinds himself against my pussy. His cock is thick against his pants, hard enough to explode through the fabric.
And the other hand decides to create an entirely different form of action.
He grabs the phone from my hand, and I immediately fumble with the button on his jeans to free him…and myself.
“Torres, this is Sergio Villani.”
And then he must put the phone on speaker because I can hear the disgust in my brother’s voice.
“Villani,” he snarls. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Listen, here’s what you need to know,” he says as I give up all hope that the button is going to cooperate, and I just dig my hand into the front of his pants until I close my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. He bucks his hips as I stroke him, but his voice never wavers as he delivers his list of demands to Nate.
My God, I am a horrible sister and partner.
I should fight this with everything in me!
I shouldn’t let him take advantage of us like this!
I should…I should…I should….
Oh, fuck it.
What I should do is him .
“I had a nice conversation with Jaelyn. She told me all about the bait and switch you had planned, and I told her I’m willing to make a little trade instead. I’ll take care of your headaches with the Becerra Cartel, and you sign over controlling interest in your nightclub circuit.
Even though my brain is fogged with lust, I pull my hand out of his pants and gasp. “What the fuck?”
“Jae, did you agree to that shit?” Nate demands. “And why the hell wasn’t I invited to this little meeting, huh?”
“Look, Nate, here’s the deal. I kidnapped your sister because I want your business and I needed to talk some sense into her. She told me about your past with the Becerra Cartel and I think the head of the cartel is a piece of shit who needs his goddamn head blown off. We came to an arrangement, and get this…we both fucking win. So now that you have the story, let’s save all the details for tomorrow because I’m about to fuck your sister. Trust me, if we can just move on and end this call, it’ll be good for everyone. I mean, better for me than you, for sure.” He snickers, winking at me.
Jesus Christ, I don’t even have words. I shake my head, my mouth falling open.
“Your takeaway from this is to leave shit alone with the cartel. I’ve got that covered.” Sergio smirks. “So what do you say? Breakfast? Ten o’clock at your place?” He licks his lips as he stares down at me, sweeping his other hand over my pussy and then licking his fingers.
My traitorous pussy clenches with need.
God, I hate her.
“You think you’re gonna come to my place tomorrow and leave it alive?” Nate roars. “You motherfucker! I will cut off your balls and shove them up your goddamn ass! Then I’ll stick my hand down your throat and pull them out of you again!”
“That’s an impressive visual. But it sounds unnecessarily violent. It might be something the cartel does to you when I give up your location to them. I don’t think you want to have that much heat on you, right? Those assholes have a pretty serious beef with you and your sister. Now, don’t worry about Jaelyn. She’ll need a lot of comforting if they kill you, Torres. But I’ll be there to take care of her, owning my controlling piece of your pussy pie. Either way, I get what I want. Everything I want,” he hisses. “You need to make the call for yourself. What’s better? Me getting to fuck your sister six ways from Sunday and being your boss, or you dead after being tortured in a pretty fucking excruciatingly painful way? Think about that and tell me your answer tomorrow.”
He stabs the end call button and tosses the phone onto the mattress.
“Are you insane?” I scream, pounding on his chest with my one free fist.
“Easy or I’ll cuff you again,” he says darkly.
“How could you tell my brother…I mean, how would you like to hear that kind of shit about your sister?” I say. “You’re a total sicko! And he’s going to kill you tomorrow for what you just did! You do realize that, right?”
Sergio crawls up the bed and unlocks the second cuff. My hand drops to the mattress like an anchor to the bottom of the ocean, it’s so damn heavy. I wiggle my fingers to get the blood flowing and the color slowly returns to the tips. I rub my wrists, rolling them out as I glare up at him. “So you’re the face of this family operation, huh? They put you in front of prospective partners and clients? Are they also completely and fucking deranged?” I roll my eyes. “Stupid question. Of course they are, because who else would sic you on the underworld?”
His lips curl upward. “You think you’re insulting me, but it’s actually kind of a compliment. My job requires this, sweetheart. You don’t get anywhere in life by bending over and waiting for someone to shove their fist up your ass. You shove the fist, you have the control.”
“This exchange is really about a million steps beyond disturbing,” I mutter.
“I agree,” he says, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the dusty floor. Then he gets off the bed and shoves his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, kicking them off one foot at a time.
Gulp.
Yep.
That’s right.
A big ass gulp follows.
I don’t know why. I’ve already had it buried inside of me, but seeing his perfect pink cock standing straight at attention, rock hard and so thick I can’t wrap my fingers around it fully, makes me forget how deranged he is and how certain I am that Nate is going to beat his ass tomorrow.
It makes me forget a lot of things.
And makes me remember one…how he used that cock to launch me into the stratosphere only one week ago. It was a place I’d never visited before, and one I want to experience again.
And again.
And again after that.
“You say you hate me,” he murmurs, dipping his head between my thighs. “But why are you so wet for me, Jae? Why are your legs quivering when my mouth comes close to your slick lips? You say you hate me, but your body tells a different story. So stop fighting it and let me make you come like I did before, hard and fast, all over my dick.”
I raise my arms and he smirks, getting my message. He brings himself to his knees and slides my shirt over my head, straddling me as he runs a hand down the front of my torso. “You’re mine tonight, Jae,” he says in a thick voice. “All of you.”
I nod, the knot in my throat too tight to even croak out a reply.
I hate that my legs fall open for him.
I hate that I mewl at the sensation of his cock grazing my slit.
I hate that my heart beats with all of the crazy he emanates when he’s this close.
Oh, God.
I hate it all!
And yet, here I lie, beckoning him, urging his body to connect to mine in the most primal way possible.
I want him.
I need him.
And judging from the way he’s staring at me right now, I know he feels the exact same way.
He laces his fingers with mine and kisses the inside of my wrists. “Still sore?”
I nod.
“I’m gonna make you forget all about that,” he whispers.
“Aren’t you afraid I might try to stab you or something since my hands are free?”
He hovers over me, the head of his dick grazing my opening. “No.”
“You’re a pretty trusting guy.”
“Nah, I just know what you like. And when I deliver, death is the last thing you’re gonna want to inflict on me.”
“You are such a cocky assh?—"
But he doesn’t wait for me to finish before he covers my mouth with his, his tongue pushing into my hungry mouth, swirling with mine. He wraps his arms around me, digging his fingers into the small of my back as he sinks into my pussy, stretching me wider with each thrust of his hips. The delicious burn when he first penetrates me makes me simultaneously drip with desire and yelp with need.
He feels so amazing as his cock slides in and out of my slickness, the fact that he doesn’t stop to put on a condom barely registering through the blissfully erotic cloud hanging over us. He grips my ass, pulling me into him so he can drive harder and faster.
I dig my fingers into the globes of his ass and he takes a sharp breath before plundering me like a man possessed. I guess he likes ass play. Well, that’s all he’s going to get. I’m not prepared for anything mo?—
“Holy shit!” I scream out.
“It’s called the shocker,” he says, burying his face in my breasts as his finger presses into my tight hole, the ring of muscle aflame from the pressure. “Good name for it, yeah?”
Shocker, indeed.
Sergio slows down his movement, fucking me with long, deep strokes as his finger drives into my ass.
Double the pleasure is a gross understatement.
Tingles in my groin morph into a full-fledged fireworks show in my core, blasts ricocheting and sparks flying. Heat floods my insides as the explosions rumble and roar, erupting from deep within my pussy and shooting out to every extremity.
My body seizes from the intense pleasure consuming every inch of me, sizzling my skin as well as every nerve ending in its path.
Oh my God…that finger…it’s like insta-orgasm!
I don’t hear myself scream. I think I’ve shattered my own eardrums.
All sounds are drowned out by the static fizzling between my ears.
So it takes me a second to fall back to Earth and into my current reality where there is a very tall, very hot, and extremely menacing man standing over us with a gun pointed at the back of Sergio’s head.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he roars in a deep, gravelly voice.
Sergio puts his hands behind his head, staring down at me. “He’s got a gun on me, yeah?”
I nod because I’m too startled to even speak.
This day.
Seriously.
Surreal as fucking hell.