Chapter Thirty
Amirah
I had a plan. Run from the house, find a neighbor, use their phone to call my brother, and be reunited with my family.
But that all changed the moment Callan answered the door.
The moment I heard Cleo’s little voice behind him, asking who was there, and Callan yelling at her to go into the living room. I had to get her out of there.
I wanted to punch him in the face. There was no way I could leave Cleo with him. I didn’t trust him before, due to his involvement with the club, and then hearing the way he spoke to Cleo? It was immediately obvious she wasn’t safe with him.
I stayed true to my word, and now here I am, kneeling in front of Cleo in her living room. Her dark-blue eyes are sparkling.
“I’m Amirah, what’s your name?” I ask.
Cleo stares at me. “I’m Cleo.”
“And who’s this?” I ask, pointing to her faded pink teddy.
She looks down at it and grins. “Twinkles.”
“Very cute.”
“Wait until you see all my other toys,” she says, and I smile.
I catch Zion’s gaze behind Cleo, and the ground beneath me falls away. He looks at me with so much intensity my heart pounds. His mouth is slightly ajar, like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
He moves quickly, brushing past me, and kneels down to take Cleo’s arm. Then I notice the bruise. “How did you get this?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb over the mark.
She purses her lips. “Daddy did it when I was naughty,” she says, and I fall backward onto my butt. Oh my God. Cleo pats Zion’s hand. “But don’t worry, Z, I won’t be naughty again.”
Zion hugs his daughter, and the silence stretches out between us. I hate Callan.
“We gotta bounce,” Bear says. He reaches out for me, and I take his hand, standing.
Zion picks up Cleo, and she melts into his chest, her little arms wrapping around his neck. Damn. I never got the whole single-dad attraction, but now I do. The way he protects her, like she’s the only person in the world, is so heartwarming.
Kai leads us toward the back of the house. Zion follows, and I’m right behind, Bear staying close to me. We make it out onto the back patio and move past the pool fence, sticking close to the tree line. It’s dark, the light from the house guiding us.
We reach the front of the house and keep moving, then head down the street and back toward the tracks. A couple of cars go past but none stop.
I should wave them down. This is my chance to flee. To run. To escape. Why am I not moving? Why can’t I leave?
Cleo watches me over Zion’s shoulder. She waves and I wave back. I can’t leave. I could ruin this for them. I won’t put her safety above my own. I can’t. It doesn’t feel right.
I’ll have another opportunity to escape. I’ve gained their confidence now. I have the upper hand. This will surely give them more reason to trust me.
Why do I want them to trust me? Why do I care?
My heart tugs at the thought. When did I start to care so much about them? When did the lines become blurred? It’s as though I want to be their captive. As though I don’t want to leave. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m too much in my head, and I don’t even realize that we’re back inside Bear’s compound. There goes my chance. Zion carries a sleeping Cleo, his arms wrapped around her little form.
Hands grab my legs and back from behind. I’m lifted up, and I scream, making Bear laugh.
“It’s time to celebrate, princess!” he sings, and before I can protest, he shoves me into that goddamn slide that goes into his underground playhouse.
Darkness consumes me and I smile. He’s happy. I’m relieved that Zion got his daughter back. That she’s safe with him now.
Loud laughter echoes off the walls of the slide, bleeding into my ears. I reach the bottom, but I don’t move. I wait until Bear bumps into my back. His legs wrap around my waist, his hard cock pushes into my lower back, and his breath is hot against my neck.
“I hate this,” he whispers, and I frown. His fingers tangle in my wig, and he rips it off, throwing it away behind him into the dark tunnel.
My breathing picks up. He runs his fingers gently through my natural hair, and my eyes flutter closed. He places his hand around my stomach and heads straight for my core. He cups my pussy through my jeans, his thumb rubbing against my clit. A deep need for release pulses through me.
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I give in, letting him have me. I’m done denying my attraction to him. Tonight, I’ll let go, have fun, and tomorrow, I can return to being the captive. Planning my escape.
My stomach stirs. I’m torn at the thought of leaving here. Leaving them.
He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls down the zipper. His cold hand plunges into my underwear, his fingers slipping straight into my folds. My eyes flutter closed.
“You didn’t run tonight. Which disappointed me,” Bear whispers in my ear, and I smile.
“I decided that it would have been too easy. I needed a challenge.”
Bear pushes a finger inside me, and I groan, leaning back into him. He brushes my hair to the other side of my shoulder, pressing kisses along my neck.
“You know I’ll never let you go,” he whispers, and my heart beats faster.
Why does that make me feel so wanted? Loved? Needed? I’m falling for my captor, and I have no idea how I feel about that. It’s so wrong but feels so right. Whatever this is between us, it’ll never last, but we have tonight and that’s enough.
He picks up the speed, forcing another finger inside as he runs his thumb over my clit. Flicking. Teasing. I need more. I want more. I sit up straighter and grab Bear’s hand, pulling it out from under my pants.
I toe off my shoes, then work my jeans down my legs, kicking them away. I squat and shuffle around. Bear watches me with a hint of curiosity in his gaze. He opens his mouth, and I shake my head. I don’t need words right now. I need him. Inside of me.
I release his hand, and my fingers slip under his tracksuit pants, then I tug until they are around his ankles with his briefs. His large erect dick stares at me, and I lick my lips.
“Condom?” I ask, and Bear points toward his pants. I reach back, finding one in his pocket.
“You always have one around just in case?” I ask, and Bear smirks.
“Ever since you came into my life,” he says, and I shake my head as I rip the wrapper off, rolling the condom over his thick erection.
I line him up with my pussy and lower myself. As his thick cock spreads me apart, it takes a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. I brace my hands on his chest. He watches me with an intensity that should scare me, but instead it feels good. Like he really sees me. Every part of me.
I lean down, claiming his wicked mouth with mine. His fingers wrap around my hair, pulling, and pain rips through my skull. I’m hurting, but I need more. He hits every inch inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
He bites my bottom lip, and blood drips down my chin. Bear’s tongue slides along my lip and down.
“I knew one taste of you, and I’d be addicted.” Bear grins, my red blood staining his teeth. A shudder runs down my spine.
My fingers wrap around his throat, squeezing. I bounce faster on his cock. He groans. His throat bobs against my palm. If I push any harder, I could kill him. Then I’d have my chance at escaping. An uneasy feeling fills me. I can’t do that. I’m not a murderer.
Bear yanks my hair, my neck straining. I’m staring at the slide ceiling, and I’m so close. I moan. The echoes bounce off the walls. Bear’s palm lands hard against my ass, and it pushes me over the edge. I let go, my walls clenching around his cock.
I release my fingers from around his neck. Nasty red marks stay in place, and I grin. Bear forces my head down, his lips meeting mine in a heavy kiss.
“Lift,” he commands, and I release his dick, squatting. He rips off the condom, then his hot cum sprays the back of my jacket.
Bracing one hand on Bear’s chest, I force him to stay lying down on the slide surface. My lips wrap around his head before taking him whole, and I taste his sweet, hot cum. He groans, reaching for me, but I swat his hand away.
He chuckles. “I need you to sit on my face, princess.”
I hum, my mouth full with his cock, then shuffle around on the slide without breaking contact. I release his cock before sitting on his face. He runs his nose between my folds, and I take a deep breath.
Sweat drips along my forehead; It’s so hot in here, and it’s only going to get hotter. I pull off my jacket and throw it out of the slide into the room, followed by my top.
Bear flicks off the clasp to my bra from behind me, and my boobs spring free, then he swipes his tongue through my pussy. Damn, he’s good. I moan. I need to do something. I take him inside my mouth again, and it’s not long before I’m so close to the edge once more.
A door slams shut from somewhere in front of me, and then a figure appears at the bottom of the slide.
“What the fuck?” Kai growls. He kneels, his gaze moving from my mouth around Bear’s cock to my chest.
I don’t dare stop, giving him the show of his life.