2. Phoenix
Phoenix
“Get out,” Con barks, his gaze never leaving mine. I try to move, but his hand is like a steel bar clamped onto my arm. “Not you.”
“What the hell are you doing in here? You perv!” The girl shrinks, covering herself like we both haven’t already seen it all.
Con doesn’t turn his head, trapping me with his gaze as well as his hand. “I said get the fuck out!”
“But—”
“No. You begged for a shot. I gave you one. You can’t give head, you can’t deep throat, and your pussy is both dry and loose. None of the other Titans are ever going to want to fuck you. All you will ever be is a waitress. And a piss poor one at that. Get out.”
Neither of us look to see her reaction to his harsh words. I can’t look away from Con’s eyes as he stares down at me. He says nothing until the door closes with a soft click. She mutters something on her way out, but I can’t hear it over the sound of my heartbeat slamming in my ears.
“Now, what do we have here?” he asks. He shifts slightly, brushing against me, and my gaze flickers down to see his cock still hard against his abdomen.
Don’t stare at his cock, Phoenix. Don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook.
“Why are you hiding in my closet, Phoenix? Looking for a do-over?”
“No, I?—”
“You were what? It’s been a long time. You know, since you ripped my heart out and stomped all over it.” He keeps his hand tight on my arm as he propels me backward, into the wall.
My brain scrambles for an excuse amid the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I can’t think. I don’t know what to respond to first. “I’m sorry—I was cleaning. I’m a maid, you know. ”
“I know what you are. That’s not what I asked. Why are you hiding in my closet?” His blue eyes sparkle with a blend of malice and mischief, and I know this is a game to him. He’s toying with me.
Temper flares, and part of me wants to fight back, to tell him to back off. But I can’t. If he figures out what I was really doing in here, learns that his room isn’t even on my rotation today…
I swallow and clear my throat. “I was cleaning, and I heard you come in and I?—”
“You what?” His voice lowers, grows husky and taunting. “Wanted to see what it would be like if you were the one in my bed? Oh wait—been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Did the show live up to your expectations?”
Heat rises in my body, and my neck and cheeks flush at his accuracy. I can still feel the warm moisture between my thighs as my clit pulses, begging for his attention.
“No answer? Nothing to say? I guess I am just going to have to find out for myself.”
Before I even understand what he means, his hand is up my skirt, settling warm and deliberate on the cotton covering my pussy. My eyes close, and my head sags backward, hitting the wall with a thunk. I know he can feel how wet I am. How needy.
This is the single-most humiliating thing to ever happen to me, and it’s one hundred percent my fault.
“Fuck me,” he swears, a note of surprise in his voice as a finger moves beneath the gusset of my panties and slides along my slit, pressing briefly against my clit before plunging inside of me.
“Con—” I jerk against his hand and reach for his wrist.
“Not a word,” he growls, taking my other hand in his and stretching it above my head, effectively shackling me to the wall.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, but I can feel how much you want this.
The only thing I want to know is how badly you want it.
The girl who just left said she needed it.
She lied. Her body didn’t crave me the way it needed to. ”
“I—”
“Not a word,” he cuts me off again, his body moving closer and pressing me more firmly against the wall.
“She lied, and I’m tired of lies. I’m not even going to give you the chance to lie to me again.
” His thumb circles my clit for a moment, and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the moan begging to be set free.
And then, very deliberately, I let my body relax beneath his hand.
This is an opportunity.
Not a safe one. Not a smart one. But maybe the only one I have to walk away from this man without my blood on his hands.
I know what this looks like. What it feels like. But I’m not giving in to him.
I’m giving in to me.
Just long enough to survive this.
On some primal level, I understand that what Con really wants is submission—but he wants that submission to be soaked in genuine desire. For him. He wants me to give control over to him and capitulate to my own need.
If I have to reveal that need so he doesn’t figure out the real reason why I was in here, my pride is a small price to pay. If I say no, if I fight him, if I run—he’ll realize I wasn’t just in here to spy on him while he fucked another woman, or catch up on old times.
He’ll see the truth.
And that truth won’t set me free. It’ll bind me to a bullet or a shallow grave.
So I relax, and let my hips move in sync with his fingers.
His thumb expertly plays with my clit while a second finger joins the first inside me, and my thighs begin to shake.
I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to, and I don’t want to.
This is the last time anything like this will ever happen, so why shouldn’t I enjoy it?
His fingers move from my pussy to press down on my clit, leaving me empty and aching, and then slide back and dive into my pussy. Instantly I clench around his fingers; I can’t help it. A low groan escapes me, and my fingers tighten around the wrist of the hand he has down my panties.
Not to push him away, though. I press his hand harder against me .
A wicked smile carves his features. “Atta girl,” he purrs, and that praise lifts my heart and makes all of this feel even better. “So fucking wet for me. So…fucking…sweet.”
He leans down, his nose skating along the column of my throat. That cologne that surrounded me in his closet smells even better on his skin.
My heart is beating so fast, I feel a little dizzy, lost to the pressure building swiftly and inexorably in my core.
Can he make me come with just his fingers?
Con has complete control over my body right now.
His other hand releases my wrist to squeeze my breast for a moment, then slides down my body to my ass.
He flips my skirt up, shoves my panties down to around my knees, and then with two fingers still deep inside my pussy, thrusting in and out, he slides two fingers from his other hand in from behind.
“Wha…” My mouth falls open on a moan I can’t hold back. The stretch is intense, but it feels so good. Full in a way I’ve never been .
Con trails a series of nips on the column of my neck, kissing and licking.
He slides one hand from my body, leaving my pussy clenching against his remaining fingers.
But before I can even formulate a thought, let alone groan with frustration, he's back.
He takes my ass in his hand, squeezing to the point of pain.
And then he's pressing against the tight ring of flesh that guards my other hole.
I tense, but he simply rubs my wetness around the rim, and it feels strange and dirty and…
good. No one has ever touched me there, and if he didn’t have me so close to coming apart for him, I would probably pull away from the sheer strangeness of it.
But I am almost mindless with need, riding a wave that’s about to crest?—
And then he pushes his finger inside of me.
His teeth sink into my neck at the same moment, and I cry out as sensation breaks, and I come.
My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes me.
He fucks me with his hand, relentless and deep, driving me through the orgasm as the finger in my ass stays put, the burn of its intrusion somehow making the pleasure seem so much sweeter.
Con watches me through it, his mouth open like he wants to say something—but whatever it is, he swallows it.
Then, roughly, crudely: “That’s it…be my good little slut and come all over my hand. I want this tight cunt dripping when I slam into you. I think I might even have to keep this ass full. You want it, don’t you? Fuck, Phoenix.”
His words come out in a rush, one on top of the next, and if I was a foolish girl like that waitress, I might even have believed he wanted me.
I know better, though.
As soon as he pulls away from me, and my orgasm stops making me stupid, sanity slams into me, along with the realization of where I am, and what I just did.
Con runs a finger along his lower lip and then sucks it into his mouth, eying me like I’m his next meal, and I panic. Fight or flight kicks in, and I jerk my skirt down as I break for the door. My underwear is still on the floor of his room, and I don’t even care .
I run out of his room, grabbing the housekeeping cart as the door clicks shut and pushing it down the hall. I stab the elevator button over and over until it finally opens, and I escape inside. I don’t breathe until the doors close behind me.
Half of me expects him to follow. The other half expects him to call down to reception and demand the manager send me back up to his room.
But when the elevator doors open to the second floor near the laundry, there is no one waiting for me. No managers or angry security guards ready to drag me back up to his room. Cautiously, I push the cart to the far end of the hall and duck into a staff bathroom.
I lock myself in a stall and start cleaning myself up. My body is still twitching, still overly sensitive.
I take more than a few minutes in that bathroom, getting myself together and calming my heart rate.
When I hear the door open, I freeze, thinking for a second that surely it’s Con, or someone he sent to fetch me.
Instead, two feminine voices start talking, whispering, really. I don’t recognize them. But there are a lot of staff responsible for running the resort, and maids like me are near the bottom of the social totem pole. It’s not that surprising that I don’t know these women.
“Did you hear? Another one’s missing,” the first voice says.
“Another girl? And they’re still not investigating?”
“Of course not. If it has anything to do with the Titans, then you know their parents are covering it up for them. No one’s ever going to investigate. Good paycheck or not, I think we need to get out of here before we’re next.”
“But how do we know they didn’t just quit and are no calls, no shows? I mean, waitressing isn’t exactly a job that many people take seriously.”
“Maybe,” the first girl admits. “But if they were just no-calls, no-shows, why are the only ones missing girls who go up to one of the Titans’ rooms?”
My heart hammers as I listen.
“Five girls have gone missing this month alone,” the first voice continues. “It used to be only one or two staff members every couple of months. That made sense for no call, no shows. ”
“Or maybe they got into something a little shady because of the casino,” the second voice tries to reason. “I heard there’s some new outfit in town…Russians, I think…that’s been giving out loans with high rates and leg-breaking terms. Maybe they’re just running?”
The girls keep talking as they leave the bathroom, and my stomach twists as I step out of the stall. I’ve always known that the Titans were bad news. That’s why I stayed away after I broke things off.
The Titans are dangerous.
I try to push the gossip out of my head as I return to my station, but I just can’t shake the feeling that I just had a near miss with a grave mistake.
Con was so rough with that waitress. What if he was rougher with others? What if he did it on purpose? Or maybe they wanted to talk, to press charges, so the Titans just shut them up.
I push those thoughts away again. I have no proof anyone is even missing.
A single thought will not leave me be, though.
If the missing girls started just like me—how long before I disappear too?