Chapter Twenty
AVA
I t’s like my body and my mind aren’t my own. If they were, I wouldn’t be here doing this. I’d be running for the hills clutching my pearls, not digging myself in deeper and letting a mobster push cum inside me at every opportunity.
What just happened between us was intense, earth shattering, thigh quaking and what comes next is almost the opposite, as he renders me speechless.
Holding me, Elijah covers me with kisses. Soft, gentle, tender kisses while he whispers ‘Mine’ every time his lips touch my skin. He smiles every time he kisses one of his marks. The hickeys from the other day are barely a faded yellow amongst the fresh purple and pink bites.
A man with a supposed list of crimes longer than my arm, with a body that spells sin, is holding me like I’m made of fragile glass as he worships me over and over again.
“Did that make it worth your while?” he asks, as he finally pulls away and yanks his pants back up, staying as close to me as he can without touching me. He picks up the three balls, holding them in his large hand as he smiles softly at me.
“Somewhat.” The orgasm was incredible, but there’s still a hollow craving inside me. I want to whine and beg for more, but instead, I bite my tongue.
He tilts his head as he watches me with his predator eyes. “What else do you need, Rabbit?”
I need more.
What he gave me wasn't enough for my greedy heart. I want to know more about Elijah Creed. Body, mind, soul—I want it all.
Fingertips brush over my sensitive skin, making me shudder as rationality slowly slithers back in and I become conscious that I’m lying on my desk with my skirt rucked up around my waist, my shirt unbuttoned and my bra has been pushed below my breasts. I’m a mess, and not just because he’s covered my skin with bruises and bites.
“What’s inside?” I nod towards the small pink balls as I push myself into a sitting position.
He grins slowly, “Well, now...that would be telling.”
“I just risked my job and you won’t be honest with me?” It’s like the word ‘honest’ triggers something as he takes a step back, a thoughtful look on his face.
“I wonder if you’ll look just as beautiful when you’re angry?” he murmurs to himself as he sits back in my chair and puts his feet up on my desk. Just what is inside those balls?
What weapon have I given him?
His eyes gleam with mischief as he cracks open the first ball and places the contents on my desk next to me. Then he opens the next one and does the same, lining them up.
By the time he opens the third, I’m so angry I could choke him. I fist my hand in his T-shirt and yank him up towards me as I turn and stare at the mini plastic penguin, a race car and some sort of monster.
Fucking toys .
He’d had me smuggle toys inside my vagina into prison, not because he needed them, but to test me. To push me past my boundaries. He preaches truth, but the truth is twisted until it suits him.
He shrugs unapologetically. “I had to see for myself, Rabbit.”
“See what? How pissed off I’d be?” Glaring at him, I bite the inside of my cheek as I release his T-shirt with an irritated sigh. “Mission accomplished.”
“I had to see if you were the same as me.”
Shaking my head, I pull up the cups of my bra before crossing my arms. “I am not like you.”
“The dark side doesn’t call to you?” His eyebrow raises as he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He’s already hard again, his bulge pressing against me with only the thin fabric of his underwear and trousers separating us.
I wasn’t the same as him. Something in him called to me—there was a big difference. Elijah was something I was dying to untangle, to understand, and I still didn’t know why.
“You don’t want to break the rules and prove them all wrong?” he murmurs in my ear as he pulls me closer, his lips against the fleshy part of my ear.
Do I have ‘daddy issues’ stamped on my forehead? Or perhaps ‘childhood trauma’ on my ass? It’s like he knows about my father, my upbringing and which buttons to push to get under my skin. I hate being told who I can be. What I can do.
It’s like he can see inside my head and I need him to stop. Stop before I don’t know who I am anymore, before I lose myself in the darkness he’s offering.
My hands move between us and rub up against his length. I want to distract him. Everything was getting too honest, too raw.
“Tell me you aren’t stuck in a dull, gray existence, Rabbit.” He frees his cock, jerking himself a few times before positioning the tip near my entrance. Elijah taunts me, drawing yet another groan from my throat by rubbing the head of his dick against my wetness. “Where the only fucking color is me.”
“Do it. Fuck me” I beg, rolling my hips as I slide off my blouse and toss it aside. “I’m on birth control. And I’ve always used condoms.”
I’d never taken that step with Chad, never felt the need to, but with Elijah, I want to feel him inside me.
“I will always fuck you bare, Bunny.” Creed growls as he finally impales me on top of him, the roughness of his action making me moan as I grab his shoulders to steady myself. “You are mine . Mine to fuck. To own. To breed.”
His hand wraps around my throat as he pulls me down into a punishing kiss, all teeth and tongue.
“Yes,” I breathe, my pussy clenching around him as he squeezes, cutting off my air.
He slams into me from underneath with no mercy, at the same time he pulls me down. “I’ll tell you every dirty little sin I've ever committed if that’s what you’re after.”
“Eli...yes...yes…” I cry out as he uses one hand to undo my bra and nudge it out of the way with his face as he rubs his stubble against my already overstimulated skin. “Fuck. You’re going to ruin me.”
“That’s the plan,” he chuckles darkly as he bites down on the hardened nub. The hand on my back moves to my other breast and he tweaks my nipple, twisting and pulling without mercy between his expert fingers as he keeps using me like a cock sleeve.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars. Then I’m going to pump you full of my cum, breed the fuck outta you. But first you gotta earn it, Rabbit.”
His thrusts slow as the hand around my neck relaxes.
“Tell me a secret first Bishop. A truth you hide from everyone else,” he commands, sucking another love bite onto my breast as he grabs my ass.
“I hate my brother. He’s spoiled.” I admit with a whisper as my hips roll slowly and I fuck myself on his cock. “Everything he touches falls apart. He’s gone through so many businesses but he’s still always the favorite. Can’t do anything wrong. Called me a selfish cunt for wanting my own life.”
Throwing my head back, I let out a long moan, blushing when I hear someone cough in a room nearby.
“More…” Elijah demands, fingers sliding down my crease to press against my asshole.
“My father despises you.” My voice trembles as my orgasm builds and the tip of his finger works its way inside me. “Wants me to quit. He thinks I’ll be…ugh…safer.”
“Oh,” he chuckles. “Little Rabbit, you’re never going to be safe. Not now.”
With his finger in my ass, his dick hard inside me, his cum drying on my pussy and thighs, my skin a mottled mess, I realize I don’t want to be. Elijah is right. This is the most alive I have felt in a long time. The most me I had been in years.
“Come for me, Officer,” he says, his words a plea as his other hand drops between us to torture my clit once again. “Ava. My White Rabbit. Mine. Come for me.”
I’m overwhelmed by sensations and revelations, knowing that no matter what happens next, I’ll be leaving this art room a different person.
“Let me breed you,” he snarls as he thrusts harder. Hips pistoning, fingers biting into my skin. “Breed this perfect cunt.”
This time when I come, a strangled cry is torn from my throat. My body arches, my nails biting into Eli’s shoulders as he pulls his finger out of my hole and grabs my ass, fucking into me brutally. Invading every part of me as he lays claim to what’s his.
He lets out a shout before clutching me to his chest, a wet heat filling my pussy as he pumps into me slowly, eking out the last of his orgasm. Collapsing into him, I rest our foreheads together, breathing heavily and for a few moments we say nothing.
“I owe you a truth,” he says quietly, his voice vulnerable.
“You do.”
“I hated my father.”
“I’ve read your file...” I admit, blushing, as I sounded like some sort of crazy stalker
“And I may have also looked you up online.”
“Of course you did.” He smirks, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “So, you know what kind of person he was.”
I nod. What I’d found had let me form an idea of the type of man Augustine Creed was, how he lived his life and how he treated his family. I’d even stumbled upon a few old prison records still stored in the system.
“What happened to him?”
“He’s dead.” Creed says simply, his face blank as he avoids my gaze.
“You?” I ask quietly, pretty sure of the answer already. Elijah Creed was a fixer for the mafia. He was used to making problems go away and getting his hands bloody. A man like Augustine, ruling with his fists, wouldn’t be allowed to dominate him for long.
He looks to the side, grunting. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”
“I want the answers. I can handle it.” Taking his chin in my hand, I lift his face to mine, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. I’m not fooling myself, I know who he is and what he does. I should be running away, keeping a distance but I can’t. If I hesitate then doubts will begin to creep in and I’ve already decided to jump in with both feet. “I don’t know what I have to do to convince you, Eli but I’m here. With you.”
“We’re done here for today, Officer Bishop. I have maintenance duties.” His words are bitter as he tries to shut me out.
Biting my bottom lip, I give a stiff nod. Helping me carefully off his lap, he hands me some tissues from the box on my desk and I get to work trying to fix my clothes so that it doesn’t look like I’d just been ravaged by a wild beast.
As I’m fastening my shirt buttons, he places his large tattooed hand over mine. Dark eyes burn into me, begging silently for forgiveness, but there isn’t anything to forgive. His father is obviously a sensitive subject. “This conversation isn’t over, Rabbit. This just isn’t the time or place.”