17. Hide & Go Get It
Hide he wets them with his tongue.
My pulse roars in my ears at the familiar ache settling into my chest. The uneven rhythm of my breath disrupts the remaining frays of my flight response, sending an SOS.
My mind tells me to run, to find an exit and get a head start pulling my body over the gate waiting for me. But my body chooses heaux foolery.
There’s no warning when he attacks my lips.
The words to cuss him out smother over his mouth, forcing mine into submission.
I exhale at his tongue and fingers fanning across the small of my back.
The gentleness of his touch is a whisper over my skin.
His mouth is on demon time, devouring every inch he takes.
Did I get Stockholm syndrome from being locked up all day? It wasn’t really a cell. It had a shower and area rugs.
Benny crushes me against the hard slab of his chest, his tongue spearing me into place.
I gasp at the erection pressed into my stomach.
A growl rattles his throat before my shoulder blades press into polished stone.
I arch at his hands at my waist, working their way up my sleep shirt that he rips. He chases my moan and cups my breasts.
Night air licks my nipples as Benny strokes them through my sheer bra.
I hiss at the pinch to the left bud he then kneads.
His tongue joins his fingers, working its way over my body.
Moisture gathers between my legs at the suction of his mouth over my neck, the hand working my right breast, and his grip on my pussy.
I buck, lip rolled between my teeth as my knees fight against knocking together like magnets.
I know for a fact this man kills people, but here I am, rolling my hips over the fingers summoning my arousal.
Benny licks my mouth. “You’ve been a pain in my ass since I found you in my bed. You like causing trouble, don’t you? Fucking up a four-million-euro car.” That’s how much that was? “Fighting my men. That’s what you wanted, a fight? I’ll give you one.”
He reaches into his pocket. Metal groans in a slow hiss behind me. I peek over my shoulder at the wrought iron gate. Another courtyard, bordered by a stone wall, is visible through the ornate scroll patterns.
“You came close to your freedom,” he says, quickening his fingers inside me. “Make no mistake, you don’t leave until I let you.”
“Fuck…you.” My voice tumbles over a moan between labored breaths as his teeth graze a nipple through my bra.
He puckers his lips and tugs at the sensitive flesh. His thumb presses into my clit as three fingers massage my pussy.
Game over.
The orgasm detonates, cracking my voice and curling my toes. My release comes through violent shakes, soaking the seat of my shorts and the fingers Benny is still thrusting inside of me.
“Fuck you” is a breathless whimper. It has no teeth, because I very much want him to fuck me.
“As you wish,” Benny says lowly.
My legs tremble when he pulls out. He forces my head back on the column with a hand over my jaw, stroking with his thumb. The same hand he used to make me come.
His belt buckle clangs. “No one will save you.” His zipper whines an angry hiss. “I’m not done with you.”
“Kiss my ass.”
My nipples tighten at the condom he pulls from his pocket. With his hand still on my jaw, he tears through the wrapper with his teeth.
“That fucking mouth,” he grits, eyes pinned on me, the condom rolling over his length.
He lifts me by the waist and pushes me into the gate. I groan at the heat of his body and the iron digging into my back.
“This district. This city. I run it.” He pulls my shorts to the side and thrusts. “Let them hear you.”
My jaw slacks. No sound comes out until Benny digs his fingers into my ass that he lifts to sink deeper. A scream tears through my throat, tightening my stomach. I grip the gate for support to ride out the storm.
Benny’s fingers tighten around my waist. He steps back, forcing me to hold on for dear life. His eyes are on me, the muscles across his chest pulling his shirt.
“I can’t fucking hear you.”
“Yes!” I cry in a fight with gravity.
He snarls, pistoning into me with the look of a man possessed. “You come into my life with this pussy and think you’ll just walk away.”
My breasts bounce and my chest heaves at the spot he hits on repeat.
“Your pussy is so fucking greedy,” he grunts, his balls slapping against my ass. “Look at you swallowing my dick, fuck!”
Sweat drips from his pinched brows. Benny is a beautiful nightmare, muscles coiled, face etched into a frown. Our bodies smack with harder pumps that have me seeing stars.
“Come for me.” He lengthens his strokes and snatches me off the gate.
I wrap my hands around his neck as he guides my hips over his dick. Our foreheads touch before he kisses me to hold me in place. A tremor burns in my thighs. It charges up my ribs to my throat, where I set it free.
“Fuck!” Benny roars beneath me. His thrusts turn erratic before he empties into the condom with a final grunt.
His eyes roam my face. The expressionless glare is back in place.
“You can run and try to hide, but I’ll always find you.”