Chapter thirty-three
Unknown Location
September 2023
Connor
Darkness. Close, confined blackness I can’t move in.
I wiggle a finger on my left hand, and it connects with what appears to be wood.
Lying on my back with my arms at my sides, it feels as though I’m in a coffin.
I try to lift my head, but a rope around my neck holds me fast.
More restraints secure my body to the solid surface I lie on.
I feel them across my shoulders, arms, stomach, legs, and ankles.
It's cold. Chill seeps into my skin from every direction.
It's then I realize I’m naked, nothing but a thin sheet covers my body.
As I become more aware of my surroundings, the biting sensation of the bindings against my skin heightens as the rough material rubs.
I try to move my arms, but they’re held fast at my sides.
The way I’m secured ensures I don’t have an inch of movement.
Looking up, I can only see black. It could be merely air, but my sense tells me there’s a lid on whatever contraption holds me.
For all intents and purposes, it could be a coffin.
Silence stretches out around me. I hear nothing.
There’s no hum or hint of where I could be.
Lying in an unknown place, naked and surrounded by fuck knows what is the most vulnerable I have ever felt in my life.
All the abuse and dangerous situations I’ve endured pale in comparison to the situation I’m living right now, the sheer knowledge that someone else has the control and I can do nothing about it to save myself.
Their identity and intentions are a mystery. I’m at their mercy.
The last thing I remember is having a shitty day. My client, who’d appeared in court on fraud charges, was sent away for over a decade. Losing doesn’t come naturally, and I’ve been reliving the case since the verdict was announced.
Not wanting to return to my apartment in a foul mood, I walked around Canary Wharf before going home.
Samantha would be waiting for me, and the last thing I wanted was for our evening together to start badly.
My remaining time with her is precious, and I’m determined not to ruin a moment of it or unnecessarily risk the relationship we have created together.
The day is approaching when she’ll decide between Russell and me.
The last few months have been as difficult as they have been enjoyable.
However, if my current predicament is anything to go by, I may not live to learn the final verdict.
The thought is horrifying, but I can’t focus on where I am right now or I’ll start screaming.
I can feel the panic rise in my throat, but I force it down with a few deep breaths and thoughts of Sam.
Fuck it. If I have to be depressed to think about her, I’d rather that than contemplating this torture.
At the hotel only days ago, Russell and I wanted Sam to feel more secure as we lived the final days in our love triangle, and I think we did. As Russell left Samantha’s room at the hotel, our shoulders bumped briefly.
“Enjoy,” he whispered under his breath. “She’s fucking divine.” An unexpected joy with his positivity bubbled in my chest. I buried it before it could be appreciated.
After Russell won the coin toss in the spa, it was agreed that he would see Sam first―our girl, as he keeps calling her.
The endearment feels as right as it does wrong.
Attempting to draw some boundaries at the last minute, I requested he didn’t fuck her.
Penetrate her anyway. The idea of me being where he’d been is still hard to accept, even though I’m fully aware she has sex with us both. He agreed easily, to my surprise.
When I arrived at her room, she was naked on all fours on the bed.
Her eyes snapped up to mine as I pushed open the door.
Her jaw dropped, and I took pleasure in her shock.
Yeah, baby, you didn’t expect to see me?
I wondered if Russell had told her I was coming or not.
She scrambled to her feet as the door closed, then practically ran into my arms, throwing her hands around my waist.
“You’re here,” she whispered fiercely against my chest. I pushed her back slightly and placed a finger under her chin, encouraging her gaze upwards.
“I would never give up a chance to be with you. You’re my everything.” I’d kissed her softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I took her fingers and led her toward the bathroom. I undressed myself as we walked, so by the time we reached the doorway, I was naked too.
Stepping into the chic space, with its all-white tiles and highly polished chrome, I turned on the huge shower. Hot water spilled from the head, and we both moved under the stream. I squirted creamy shower gel into my hands from the silver bottle attached to the wall and ran my hands over her skin.
“I love you, Sam,” I told her beneath the water, unsure if she could hear me and part for me not wanting her to.
“I’ll do anything for you to be mine, but I need you to smell of me when I’m with you. Not him.”
She stood as I washed her body and hair.
Once done, I switched off the water and wrapped her in a towel before leading her to the dressing table in the room.
She sat on the black velvet stool as I used her bright pink brush to comb out her hair.
With no mirror, I couldn’t see her expressions, but I enjoyed every damn moment of touching her as she sat there, breathing softly beneath me.
It took an age to complete the process of brushing and then drying her blonde locks, but I had no intention of rushing. I planned to relish her fully.
“I owe you a massage,” I said, my voice soft.
We moved to the bed. Both of us were naked as she lay face down on the duvet, which was still made apart from the wrinkles where she had been on all fours. I plucked the bottle of massage oil from the side table and then moved to straddle her, placing one knee on each side of her waist.
Lowering myself, I allowed my balls to rest on her plump ass as my cock hardened against her skin.
I squirted a dollop of oil into my palms before placing the bottle on the duvet.
My slick hands moved to her shoulders, my fingers wrapping around the curves.
Slowly, I ran my palms over her body. Enjoying her softness beneath my touch.
Each part of her I caressed using circular motions, and every so often my hand dropping down her side to feel the swell of her breasts against the mattress.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, her tone needy.
“We have all night,” I soothed, continuing to touch her. “Turn over.”
I raised myself slightly as she turned between my thighs.
My palms migrated to her neck, connecting with her skin again.
As I looked at her, she stared straight back with wide eyes, never taking her focus off me as I massaged her body.
When I reached her breasts, I twisted each nipple simultaneously, and she moaned mesmerizingly on command.
It was the most delicious sound of a woman wanting her man, and fuck, I needed every part of her. I needed to be inside her.
Once done with the massage, we slipped beneath the sheets together. “Make love to me,” she whispered again, almost inaudibly. “I need to know you want me.” I’d risen up on my elbow, turning to face her. My hand splayed across her stomach.
“Want you? I’d fucking die for you.”
“Then show me.” She opened her legs, and my fingers trailed between them.
I played with her piercing, the tip of one finger circled her clit the way I knew she loved.
When I pushed the whole thing inside, slick walls wrapped around it, ready for me to slide my cock home.
“Push my body,” she challenged. “Fill me like you never have before.”
I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, then her hands moved to my hair, pulling the strands in her fingers.
“What do you want?” I asked her, and she raised her knees.
“As many fingers as you can fit. Don’t be scared,” she cooed when I gaped at her momentarily.
“Two more. Be a good boy, and open me up for that cock of yours.”
I slid two more fingers inside her, and her pussy encased all three easily.
I pumped, and she raised her eyebrow. “Are you brave enough to add another?” she asked.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I can take it.” I inserted my smallest finger, and her body arched off the bed.
She groaned with pleasure, and her body rewarded me with sweet juice over my fingers.
I withdrew my hand and licked each one clean, then pulled the covers from her body.
She looked fucking edible, legs wide and pussy swollen, ready for taking.
I slid on top of her, lining up at her entrance and pushing forward. Wet walls clamped onto my cock, and I didn’t hesitate in driving her into the mattress hard. My hips moved fast, wanting to put my own claim on the woman in my arms—show her like she wanted me to.
Her tits bobbed beautifully as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I rode her hard and fast, with one hand on either side of her head. My eyes trawled over every part I could see.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I growled as I came close to my peak. “Open them, and watch me take what will always be mine.”
“And what is that?” she goaded, and I slammed again.
“You. You have always been mine. You’re my girl.”
The sound of a door slamming closed surprises me, and my eyes fly open again, but all that I am looking at is darkness as before. I chastise myself once again for my stupidity in ending up here.
On my walk from the office earlier, I had turned down by the river, a familiar route I’d taken hundreds of times before.
Ahead, a group of three men in suits stood in a circle.
They looked like every other businessman who works in the financial district.
The material was perfectly pressed, their shoes shined, and each held a leather briefcase in one hand.
As I strolled past them, the man closest turned to catch my eye.
“Excuse me, mate,” he said. The phrase was surprising and not the normal greeting I would expect from a professional in the city. “You don’t happen to know where the Saltire building is?” I stopped, facing him, and he smiled.
“We have a meeting in ten minutes,” another man from the opposite side of the group said, causing me to turn and stand in the gathering with them. “And this fuckwit…” He gestured to the younger man next to him, who looked uncomfortable to be there. “Never brought the address.”