Chapter 14
Willow
“What’s going on with you two?” Mean One asked.
“Nothing.” She crossed her arms. “Maybe if you keep being nice, then I’ll be nice back.”
He stood up from the couch and approached her slowly. “Yeah? How ‘nice’ are you being to him?” He cocked his head to the side.
Willow backed away. Oh, shit. Maybe he did know what she’d done. She tried her hardest to keep her best poker face on. “What are you accusing me of?”
He kept advancing forward until she was stopped by the wall behind her. Her heart raced as he placed a hand above her head and leaned down. It was like when he’d pinned her before, only this time she didn’t have Ry to keep him in line.
“I’m not stupid, Willow.” He traced the line of her jaw with his thumb and gently brushed against the scar. The tattoo on his hand was visible now that he wasn’t wearing the gloves. A skull with a snake going through the eye socket. How edgy.
She needed to play this right. His nearness was threatening as well as arousing. Why would she like guys like this? It made no sense.
“I told you, nothing is happening.” His scent was everywhere around her, from the soap she’d used to the clothes she was wearing. She was completely possessed by this man looming over her, and it was impossible to hide the effect he was having on her.
His hazel eyes glittered as they scanned her. “I think you like this as much as I do,” he murmured, trailing his hand down her shoulder. “Have you always had a thing for bad boys?”
Willow clenched her jaw and placed her palms against his chest to push him back. “Oh, shut up.” The truth in those words was not something she was about to admit to him.
He pushed his knee between her thighs, keeping her pinned against the wall. “I like you right here.”
Her breath caught as he ground himself against her. “What are you doing?”
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, voice heavy.
Words were caught in her throat, though they definitely weren’t in the realm of “stop”.
He chuckled. “I knew it. Have you been messing around with my friend, sweetheart?” He removed his knee but placed a large hand against her hip to keep her in place.
She’d wanted Ry to return the favor so badly, but when he’d moved to try, Mean One had interrupted them by rolling over.
They couldn’t risk waking him up, so she had whispered for him to just sleep.
“No,” she spat, her cheeks hot as he lifted the hem of her shirt and slid his thumb into the waistband of her borrowed shorts.
She wasn’t in control of this captor, and it simultaneously terrified and thrilled her.
The sweater was suddenly way too hot, even if there was a chill against her bare legs.
A possessive glint flashed across what little bit of his face she could see. “Good.”
Before she knew it, his hand was down the front of the shorts, and his fingers had found just how much she was enjoying this.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, keeping her anchored as he ran the pad of a finger over her clit. “No panties—and what’s this?” He gave the ring a tease.
“Like it?” Her eyes rolled back as he continued to stroke.
He huffed, rubbing her wetness along the inside of her thighs. “Fuck yeah, I do. Damn, you’re practically dripping.”
She moaned as he explored her, switching between her clit and sinking his fingers into her pussy. “Why…” She couldn’t get anything else out as he took the hand that had been above her head and placed it against the base of her neck.
“You look even prettier with my hand around your throat.”
This should scare her. It had never been a good thing when Billy grabbed her. But for some reason, she wasn’t afraid.
Idiot. So stupid.
His breaths were just as labored as hers. “I want to know your secrets. I want know what the fuck you’re up to.” His fingers inside her curled and she tossed her head back, unable to stop the feral sound that had come from mouth.
His pace quickened, urging her over the edge. “Who do you owe?”
“No one,” she gritted out, angry that he was using this as a way to make her talk. “I take money from assholes who deserve it.”
He faltered.
Willow reached down to grab the bulge that was prodding her. “Who are you?” she murmured. “What is this cabin to you?” Two could play this game.
His grip at the base of her neck moved up, creating pressure against her windpipe, though she could still breathe. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” Willow said, that cliff of ecstasy growing nearer.
He released her throat, instead trading it for her damp hair and holding her close against the wall as he fucked her with his fingers. “Just tell me something,” she begged.
He thrust against her hand that was gripping him through his jeans. He was close to losing it, she could tell. Every moment he would lock eyes with her was like he had revealed the entire deck in his hand. She only needed to figure out what it all meant.
“Fuck,” she murmured, “I’m going to come.”
Suddenly, he let go of her hair to lift the bottom of his mask. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and sending every nerve into overdrive. She moaned into his mouth as his movements grew harsher.
“Soak my fucking hand, Willow,” he said as he bit down on her lip, and she cried out. The waves swept her far away into a murky bliss of pleasure.
Her hips bucked against him as she shuddered, trying to make sense of it all.
She eyed his revealed mouth and stubbled chin. He had wrung out information from her, and now she was going to get something from him. Willow pushed him back as he withdrew his hand.
Uncertainty and lust flickered in his eyes as he moved. She was in control now.
She pressed her palm against his chest, urging him to lie back on the couch. He did, watching her every movement as she straddled him. Once he was beneath her, she quickly unfastened his pants and took his dick into her hand.
“Now you’re going to talk,” she said as she began to stroke.
There was a hint of annoyance in his obscured features, but before he could stop her, she said, “I will let you come down my throat if you do.”
He arched into her grip as she squeezed. “What the fuck, Willow?”
She stroked faster. “Talk.”
“Fine,” he groaned, his cock throbbing from the need for more. “It belonged to my uncle.”
Oh. That was surprisingly sentimental. She rewarded him with a flick of her tongue, making him thrust forward, like he was desperate for her mouth.
Not yet.
“What did my neighbor do?” She slowed down, hoping to drive him crazy. “Why are you trying to kill her?”
He pushed into her palm in an attempt to get the same friction as before. “She didn’t do anything. We have to.”
“Why?”
“I can’t…”
“Then give me something else.”
“Hah,” he choked out, “I will.”
He pulled away with a predatory look in his eyes. He fisted the front of her sweater and yanked her up before shoving her onto her back on the couch. He settled between her legs and moved the loose shorts aside. The cool air against her pussy sent a shiver up her spine.
“I didn’t say you could fuck me,” she breathed, not entirely pushing back.
“Then tell me to stop.”
He slid the tip of his cock against her oversensitive clit, completely enjoying the metallic accessory. She should stop him—this was going way further than she’d intended. But she liked it.
“You need a good fuck don’t you, Willow? Is that why you play these games?”
She placed her palms against his chest and tried to push him back. “Shut up.”
He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, his dick still sliding through her wetness. “Your pussy is even prettier than I imagined, and I want to make it mine.”
His eyes caught hers before darting to her shoulder. Maybe he was worried about hurting her.
“If it hurt I’d tell you,” she said, eager to feel him sink into her now. Even if this was too far, she didn’t care at the moment.
“Good girl,” he murmured, positioning himself at her entrance. “Are you on anything?”
“IUD. You can come in me if you tell me something else,” she said, testing. “And it better be good.”
“I’ll just pull out then.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “You better n—”
“I wouldn’t do something like that. As much as I want to fill this pretty cunt.”
It was probably stupid—like most of her decisions lately—but his tone assuaged her worries.
His cock pushed in ever so slightly—but the sound of an engine and crunching gravel sent them reeling away from each other.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He scrambled to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Next, the shower turned on, where he was no doubt going to take care of himself.
Willow sat up, pulse pounding and cheeks flushed. The footsteps approaching the cabin sent a pang of guilt into her gut.
Who was really being played here?