Chapter 11
When I agreed to Nash’s fucked up offer, I didn’t fully comprehendwhat that would entail. All I could focus on was the fear Liam must have felt being trapped in the room with the burly man watching over him, and a gun in his hand.
In that moment, it didn’t matter what Liam had done to me, or howmuch I hated him. A montage of memories flashed through my mind of all the happy times we spent together, reminding me that amongst all the anger and hurt, he’d once been my everything. There was no way I could condemn him to death.
Even if I knew what it meant for me.
But as Nash’s words began to register, the reality of what I’d agreedto began to crash down around me. It probably should have registered earlier, like the moment he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock.
Okay, so he hadn’t actually told me to suck his cock, but he did implyit. I supposed I could have proved my commitment by giving him a hand job, but for some insane reason, I wanted to know what it was like to have him in my mouth.
I wanted to know what he tasted like.
The worst part was that the second I ran my tongue along hislength for the first time, my pussy flooded with need, and the entire time I was sucking and licking his cock, my mind kept wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of me.
I’d never fondled Liam’s balls before whenever I gave him a blow job,but I needed to resist the urge to shove my hands into my panties tomake myself come. All that did though was encourage Nash to fuck my throat harder, making my need to come all the more intense.
In the end, I squeezed my thighs together to alleviate a little bit of thepressure building, imagining Nash was between my legs.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Now though, with a clear head, and Nash’s come still fresh on mytongue, my decision was biting me in the ass.
Hard.
“I can’t move to Vegas.”
“Yes, you can,” Nash replied, finally zipping up his pants, his featuresturning stoic. “I live in Vegas, and given that you now belong to me, I won’t have you living in another state.”
“But I live here! All my stuff is in my apartment, my friends live here!” Icried, frustration getting the better of me.
It was a pathetic argument, I didn’t have any friends, and aside fromphotos of my mom and my sketchbooks with all my designs, there wasn’t a whole heap of things I needed. Regardless, if he thought I was going to move to another state just like that, he was mistaken.
Nash snorted, earning a scowl from me. “Don’t kid a kidder,sweetheart. You don’t have any friends. As for your personal effects, they will be waiting for you in Vegas when we get home.”
A snarl began to curl on my lips. It sounded very much like he was suggesting someone was going to be removing my personal effects from my apartment without my permission.
I was about to ask him what he meant whenthe asshole turned his back on me.
“I have calls to make before we go. Freshen up, Savannah. We leavein thirty minutes,” he said, dismissing me.
I watched his retreating figure, wishing for nothing more than for himto suddenly drop dead and release me from this nightmare.
When Nash’s voice echoed from the room he’d disappeared into, Isnapped out of the trance I’d fallen in. The sudden need to rinse my mouth and get rid of the taste of him was all-consuming, and I swiftly headed in the direction he’d pointed in.
Finding the bathroom, which was bigger than my entire apartment, Ilocked the door and slumped against it, squeezing my eyes shut, and hoping to block out the despair pulsing through me.
My head spun with everything that had happened since walking out ofthe library only a few short hours ago. How the hell had I gone from job hunting to being on my knees, sucking the cock of one of the richest men in the country?
Liam. That’s how.
And yet, when everything was said and done, I still didn’t want to seehim come to any harm. I couldn’t condemn him to death, even with the knowledge that he not only stole from me, but had cheated, and was hiding a drug and gambling addiction.
What else could I do though? Nash was right. If I went to the policeand told them everything, I’d be laughed out of the station.
I’d never be believed over someone like Nash, and then not only would I still have to figure out a way of paying off the debt, but if he was true to his word, and sued me for defamation, then I’d be in more hot water than I already was.
Blowing out a breath in frustration, my eyes fluttered open beforescanning around the enormous bathroom.
Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad. If this was the sort of place Nashstayed in when he was traveling, I imagined his home was just as impressive, if not more so. It would have been better than the dump I’d been living in for the last few months, that was for sure.
Walking over to the sink, I grabbed the mouthwash sitting on theside, before taking a mouthful and swilling it around, replacing the taste of Nash with mint. After spitting, I stared at myself in the mirror, and the second I met my own eyes, Nash’s words from earlier rang in my ears.
All you have to do is surrender to me.
I’ll own you.
I’ll possess you.
You will belong to me.
Urgh. What did he think I was? A dog who could be owned by him?
No. Not happening. No amount of money or luxury hotels or houseswas enough to make me let him do whatever he wanted to me. Panic started to build deep within me at the thought of what it could mean to be owned by him.
Did he want to put a leash on me and parade me around? What if hewas in to kinky shit, and he wanted to tie me up and whip me every night?
Or worse, what if he liked to share women with his buddies?
The panic bubbled over, and before I knew it, I was at the door,tugging it open with the desperate need to get as far from Nash as possible. Only when I was out of this damn hotel, would I be able to think straight and figure a way out of this mess.
And there had to be a way.
As I was about to step out of the bathroom, Nash’s voice trailed downthe hallway, only now, he’d been joined by someone, a voice I recognized.
Agent Peterson, or whatever his real name was, was talking to Nash,and as I wondered if the other douchebag was with them, a third voice spoke. Agent Lawes, I presumed.
My head snapped in the direction of the elevator, and a rush of reliefswamped me when I found the doors were open. Checking the coast was clear, I saw my opportunity.
It was now or never.
Tiptoeing as quickly, but as quietly as I could, I practically ran to theelevator as if the hounds of hell were snapping at my ass. Flinging myself inside, I jabbed at the button for the ground floor, relieved when the doors started sliding down without the need for a code.
My heart raced and my legs shook like a bowl of jelly. What wouldNash do if he caught me sneaking away? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to that. Yet as the ride to the ground floor seemed to take forever, my brain ran wild with all sorts of punishment he might subject me to if he found I’d tried to run.
When the elevator came to a stop on the ground floor, my shouldersslumped in relief. Doing my best to compose myself so I didn’t draw any unwanted attention, I took a breath as the doors opened.
Before they’d opened all the way, I took my first step, more thanready to get the fuck out of this place.
Only, I didn’t get far.
My escape was blocked by yet another person I recognized. Brianwas waiting, a solemn look on his face. I froze, and for a few seconds, we stared at each other.
Hope bloomed in my chest that he’d step aside and let me pass, butmy hope died a quick death when Brian took a step forward, blocking my escape.
“Miss Miller,” Brian said, taking another step forward, this time into theelevator, and backing me against the wall. “Mr. Carson suspected you’d run at the first opportunity, he wanted me to let you know he is very disappointed in you.”
Before I had a chance to tell Brian that Nash could take hisdisappointment and shove it up his ass, Brian’s arm darted outtoward me.
Stunned by his sudden movement, it took a second or two for thesharp pain in my neck to register.
“What did you do?” I whispered, my hand flying to the side of my neckwhere he’d just jabbed me.
Brian replied, or at least I thought he did, but I couldn’t make out thewords he was saying as everything around me started to grow dark, and within seconds my eyelids closed, too heavy to keep them open.