Chapter Twenty-Eight
Unexpected Predators and Unforgettable Lessons
Elliot
Nicholas is quiet on the drive back. He hasn't said a word to me since he convinced Meena to release me on the promise that I'd report to the Bureau tomorrow morning. She even agreed to his demand that we become partners.
So, no solo Bureau cases for me. Not that I mind it. Not one bit.
Now, if only there were a way to get into my brand-new partner’s mind. “So, that was a surprise,” I prompt.
Nicholas grunts.
Okay, then. Nice talk. Taking out my phone from my pocket, which some nice people from the Bureau found on the floor of the warehouse, I leave Nicholas to wallow. He’s not going anywhere, and I’m too happy to get into an argument right now. I’m free. I’m fucking free.
Everyone knows who I am and I’m still not locked up in a remote prison. I’m in a car with Nicholas. I would have jumped him in that sad interrogation room if that hadn’t annoyed Meena into locking me up again.
But there’s still one thing I need to ensure before I can truly feel relieved. I dial Sam.
When he picks up just after two rings, my heart fills with joy. “Hey, where are you?” he asks. From the noise in the background, he might still be in the Bureau office, or whatever that place was.
“Nick is driving me back home. Meena said you’ll be a little late. Should we drive back for you?”
“No, no,” Sam says quickly. “She wants me to secure the Bureau servers, so ‘random punks’ can’t hack into them again. Her words. I don’t even know what she’s talking about.”
I huff out a laugh. “But they’re letting you go?”
“Yes. Fuck, El. We’re free. We’re really free.”
I nod. “We really are. But you could have escaped. Why didn’t you? After you helped them, you could have driven away,” I ask.
Sam sighs. “I had to make sure you were safe. And—”
“That’s so stupid—”
“I had an escape plan ready. Will you let me finish? I had it all ready. We’d have escaped one way or the other. But I needed to make sure you were alive to do that.”
My eyes sting. Of course, he did. This stupid genius. “We should take a trip to Indonesia soon.”
Sam laughs. “Right? Do some scouting for future plans, you know?”
I shake my head. I’m never letting it come to that. “You coming back home soon?”
“Nah, I’ll just crash here in the office tonight. Did you know they have sleep pods and everything? Anyway, I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow.”
I end the call after making sure one last time that he's okay. I get a text right when I’m about to put my phone back.
Sam: Still have that escape plan ready to go if we ever need it. Have fun with the lover boy, El. I got you.
Shaking my head, I put it back in my pocket. Sam is always playing 3D chess while the rest of the world is playing checkers. I’m just lucky the man likes me. I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.
When I notice my surroundings again, we’re in Nicholas’s neighborhood.
Shrugging, I lean back, letting him park his car.
Now that I know everyone is safe and no one is going to be imprisoned for life, all I want to do is sleep for a year.
Nicholas’s bed will be the perfect place to spend the next year.
He still doesn't say a word as we walk side by side, ride the elevator, and step through the front door.
As soon as the door closes behind us, he turns to face me. It takes me a second to recognize the expression on his face. Rage. His eyes are red. Eyebrows frowning. Jaw tight.
I take an involuntary step back.
He follows me like a predator. “You confessed?” His voice is all growl.
“What?” I squeak. I take another step back, my heart almost jumping out of my chest.
“They had nothing against you. Nothing. And you just confessed? What the fuck, Elliot?” His voice goes up with every word.
“They knew. She knew. I—”
He closes the gap between us, crushing me against the wall. His weight overwhelms me. “Don’t fucking act stupid. You wanted to be the martyr. The great Elliot, who saves everyone. What about me, huh? What would have happened to me?”
“I told her you didn’t know anything—”
Nicholas laughs. Loud. “Yeah? And that would have made me happy? That you were rotting in some prison. But at least I still have my job?”
“And your friends. And your life.”
“Fuck you, Elliot.” He shakes his head. Taking a few steps back, he glares down at me.
“It was never me who didn’t trust you. You just don’t believe you deserve it.
” He blows out a breath. “Doesn’t matter now.
I’ll make you fucking believe it. Because you’re not going anywhere.
I’m done being careful. Done being slow.
You’re mine, you stupid stupid man. And I’m going to show it to you. ”
Then all I see is Nicholas's ass as he hauls me over his shoulder in one smooth motion like a sack of potatoes. I kick and scream, mostly out of reflex. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Someone needs to teach you what you're actually worth,” he says as he stalks towards his bedroom.
He throws me on the mattress without any preamble, and I bounce a few times.
Before I can settle, he drags me across his lap. I feel the air hit my naked butt. When did he remove my pants?
The first slap makes me jump, lighting my skin on fire. I groan out loud. Pleasure blooms up my spine. "What the fuck are you doing?"
“Something I should have done long before,” he growls.
Another slap. I yelp, breath punched out of me.
“Say that you love me,” Nicholas says, rubbing the area, raising goosebumps across my skin.
“I love you,“ I groan, my voice trembling.
Then come three consecutive slaps to my left cheek. My dick twitches, my eyes sting.
“Say that I deserve love.”
“You deserve love,” I cry out. My skin burns as he rubs my cheeks.
“Fuck you, idiot.”
Three more land on my right cheek. My cock goes fully hard, seeking release. I rub myself against his thigh. The world disappears, a blurry haze fills my vision. My defenses crumble.
“Say you deserve love.”
“I deserve love.” I stop caring about anything else. Just his hand, the sensation, and my cock seeking release. With the last thrust, stars burst around the edge of my eyes. A shiver runs through me. Everything inside me lights up. I come against his thigh.
He doesn’t let me go. I don't want him to stop. My body sags against him, completely surrendering. Being owned like this... I never thought I'd enjoy it. But with him, I love every second of it.
The hits keep coming while Nicholas makes me say the most embarrassing shit. I lose track of time. Every word, every movement feels like a fragment of my imagination. I let the tears fall while he slaps my thighs. Everything feels raw. Hot.
Thoughts blurring, I repeat every word, my voice growing shakier. My muscles go slack. My skin prickles. I feel boneless.
Nicholas's dick gets hard beneath me. A rush of warmth washes over me.
I can't form a coherent sentence. “Inside me… fuck, I want you.”
He moves fast, gently lowering me onto my stomach before tugging my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. The prep is quick and rough, two fingers inside my hole. Forcing my body to make space for him.
When I feel the blunt head of his length pressing against me, I try to push back, but I can't move. My body is too heavy to do anything.
He pushes into me slowly, driving me open.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, punctuating each word with another slow thrust. With the last one, he buries himself fully inside me, his skin brushing against my raw cheeks.
Lighting me on fire. He doesn't wait for me to adjust, thrusting into me again and again until I'm screaming.
My throat raw. The loneliness evaporates. The ache inside me eases.
I am on cloud nine. The walls disappear. The bed disappears. It's just him and me. He owns me. “I love you,” I scream.
He increases his pace. He pulls my hip up for better access. Then his cock brushes against my oversensitive prostate with every thrust.
Every nerve in my body comes alive. “Fuck, Nick,” I groan.
He doesn't let up, pushing into me again and again. My skin feels too tight for my body. Then something inside me unravels, and I come once more. My T-shirt, already soaked with sweat and cum, clings to my skin.
Nicholas fucks into me a few more times before stilling. With a loud groan, he fills me with his cum, marking me.
He rolls us over to the side, leaving his cock buried inside me.
“Do you finally get it?” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver and nod, barely awake. I feel completely boneless.
He drops a kiss on the top of my head, our bodies still plastered together. His warmth encases me in a safe cocoon. I never want to leave him. Leave his bed. And now, I don’t have to.
Then I feel him getting hard again.
“You weren't done yet, were you?” he asks.
Before I know it, he's lifting my leg and pushing into me again.
He thrusts into me while I lie there. My skin on fire. My body floating. My senses blurred together. Light. Free.
My dick gives a valiant effort to get into the action. But me, with my poor human stamina, don't stand a chance. He fucks me fast, faster than ever before, and comes inside me, filling me again.
Then he pulls me closer, burying two fingers inside me. Plugging me. “You’re mine.”
“I'm yours,” I whisper. That's all I remember before everything goes dark.