Chapter 34 Laynie
Ilaid there thinking about the conversation that I overheard Linc have. He was leaving to do something tomorrow night. I would be fine, I tried to remind myself. I have J.C. and Charlie. If I was really being honest with myself, what the hell could three girls do against grown men? Nothing. But they didn’t know where we were, or for now they didn’t. I wanted to go home and sleep in my childhood bed again, but all I could think about was Alek or Eddie busting in my room and raping me in that bed.
Linc walked back into the bedroom. He had no shirt on and I could see all his tattoos glowing against the light coming in from outside the windows. He was perfect. The right amount of muscle, the steady concern that he wore on his face when he looked at me. He didn’t do that with anyone else, I had seen. He treated me special, like I was his. I knew I wasn’t, though, and Charlie reminded me of that tonight. I really wasn’t mad and maybe a little jealousy crept in, but I couldn’t allow that to destroy the relationship we had built. He saved me. Despite being good to me, he never promised me anything more. He didn’t promise to love me, marry me or be with me. I couldn’t even imagine a relationship right now. I felt like a china doll. At any moment, I could break. I would be no good to anyone, especially a boyfriend. Men needed sex and the only person who I had willingly given myself to, was him. He was the only one who I would allow to touch my body. I couldn’t imagine having boyfriends in the future. I would live the rest of my life single, and I was okay with that.
He climbed in the bed and I wanted to curl up next to him. I wanted him to reach for me and hold me. I didn’t move though, and I felt his back facing me. He was just trying to get me healed and better, and then he would let me go. He would go back to his normal life and I would try to pick up the pieces of mine.
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I woke the next morning to voices coming from the kitchen. I walked into the living room and gasped at what I saw. Alek’s boss, the one with the steel black boots, was sitting at the kitchen counter talking casually to J.C. No one seemed concerned or worried. Charlie was even playing Call of Duty on the living room t.v. as if nothing was wrong. My eyes scoped for Linc but didn’t see him. No one has noticed me yet, so I eased back into the room and quietly closed the door. I had nothing to pack, but I knew I had to get Charlie and get out of here. What the fuck was happening? Linc opened the bathroom door of the master bedroom and I jumped so high I thought I might hit the ceiling.
His face was calm and at peace, but when he saw me he knew something was wrong.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Wh-who is in the kitchen with J.C.?” I could barely form the words.
“That’s our dad,” he said.
The floor beneath me spun as his words echoed in my mind. His dad. His dad was running the entire corporation, and I was with his fucking son. Oh, my God. Did he know? Was this a trap? I pushed past him and ran into the bathroom. A million thoughts were running through my mind. If he knew, this whole thing had been a setup. But why? It doesn’t make sense. If he didn’t know who his dad was, then I couldn’t let him see me. He would remember me. Charlie must have never met him. To be fair, I only met him once, but it was enough to make a chill run up my spine. I couldn’t tell Linc. I had to keep it a secret. He might feel differently about me if he knows I belonged to his father. I had to pull my shit together and act normal.
I opened the bathroom door and saw him standing there waiting for me. “You okay?”
“Yes, I just felt sick suddenly.”
He studied me for a moment and stepped closer.
“I can tell something is wrong. Tell me.”
How could he read me? I was a horrible actor. No wonder Broadway wouldn’t hire me.
“Do you know him? Is he one of them?”
I shut my eyes. “No. I was just startled to see him here. I want to wait in here for him to leave,” I lied.
“He’s about to leave. I didn’t want him here, but he seems to have some kind of power over J.C. I don’t understand it, and she refuses to ask for my help.”
“Do you get along with him? I thought he hurt J.C,” I asked.
“No, we don’t get along and if J.C. gave me the okay, I’d slit his throat. But yeah, he fucked up J.C.’s childhood, but she can’t seem to shake him loose.”
I sat wondering what kind of power he had over her. I hope he isn’t selling his child to these men, but J.C. is too bubbly and lovely to be experiencing such trauma and covering it. There’s no way. Maybe I could ask her about it later. I’m not sure if she would talk to me, but I will try to gather as much information as I needed.
I sat down on the floor crisscrossed in front of the mega windows. “It’s so beautiful out there,” I said, looking at all the buildings and skyscrapers. “This was my dream, you know? An apartment like this.”
Linc walked over and sat on the floor next to me. “The city is something else, that’s for sure,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I clung to his forearm that was wrapped in front of me and titled my head into him. He kissed the side of my face and I felt my insides start to melt.
“I never thought I’d see you again, but so many nights I stayed up, closing my eyes and pretending you were with me, wrapping me in your arms just like this.”
He squeezed me tighter, “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you, baby.”
“I know you were trying. I know you put your life on hold to find me, and I will forever be grateful for that.”
“It was nothing.”
“What was Charlie talking about when she said she rescued you from a basement?”
“Ah,” he chuckled a bit. “I found Alek’s house, but when I was searching the basement, 5 of Alek’s men bombarded me. I shot Eddie in both of his feet, but the others tied me to a pole down there. Charlie tracked my phone, that I had dropped outside, and got me out.”
“I wish I could have seen you shoot Eddie, to be honest.”
“Don’t worry, you can be there when I kill him if you want.”
I closed my eyes, “I’m not a monster, you know? I don’t want to kill people.”
“I know. That’s why I’m your monster and I will destroy anyone who has hurt you, with no remorse.”
“Are you a psychopath?” I asked, only half kidding.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Definitely.”
“Well, self awareness is the first step,” I laughed.
“Turn towards me,” he ordered.
I swallowed hard, but obeyed and turned to face him. He took my legs and spread them so I was straddling his lap. I felt his hands move up my back, under my shirt. I shuddered at his touch. He undid my bra with one hand and slid his hand up my shoulder to remove the straps. I closed my eyes, trying to stay focused on him and not my thoughts that were pushing me to panic. I had to remind my brain of who I was with.
Once my bra was off, he slid his hand back to my front and squeezed my nipple. I let out a gasp and his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swirled around like he was tasting every ounce of me. I let him devour me.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did and immediately went back to submissive mode. My body stood but my head turned towards the ground and I closed my eyes as if expecting for a blow to come. Instead, he gently touched my chin.
“Look up.”
My eyes met his, and he kissed me again. Soft and gentle as if I was breakable. He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts. He cupped each one with his huge hands. I questioned why I wanted this. This is what every man had done to me and I despised it. But it was different with Linc and I had to remind my brain of this.
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said in my ear.
“Okay,” I whispered. I’m not sure if I was afraid. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and if I told him to stop, he would.
“Okay,” he repeated. He slipped off the boxers down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
I stood in front of him naked, with my ass pressed against the glass windows. It was 10 am broad daylight, but we were so high up no one could see.
I watched his eyes glaze over my body and I suddenly felt insecure. Bruises, marks, burns, welts, and scars covered every inch of my body. I know I looked disgusting.
He must have read my mind, “You are beautiful, Laynie.”
“No,” I whimpered.
He pointed to a scar on my forearm. “These don’t define your beauty or your worth. You are worthy of love and you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”
He was lying, but I let him. It felt good to hear, but my mind couldn’t accept it as the truth. Sliding off his sweatpants, he exposed his hard length. He pressed against me and I felt it rub in between my thighs. He was bigger than a lot of guys that had been with me, but I didn’t care about that. I was more afraid of someone raping me with a length like him, thinking of all the damage he could cause if he wanted.
He reached down and grabbed my thighs, lifting me up onto him. I straddled his waist as he leaned me back against the glass. He was careful no to touch my ribs or stomach area, but I could feel a twinge of pain. Ignored it. I didn’t want him to stop.
I knew the doc had tested me for STDs and probably told Linc I was on a depo shot since he didn’t pull out a condom.
Linc never took his eyes off of mine when he slid into me. It hurt at first, and he saw me wince. “I’ll go slow baby.”
He slid in slowly and had his arms under my ass, rocking me back and forth onto him. My insides felt like they were exploding in ecstasy. I let out a moan, and he caught me with his mouth before I was done. I moaned into him and felt the rocking increase. His dick felt huge inside me, but it felt good and my body was accepting him. My clit was rubbing against him as he rocked and I could feel an orgasm building and tensed.
“Not yet, baby,” he said and brought me over to the bed. He laid me down and pulled himself out. I felt empty and craved him to go back in. When he heard me whimper, he smiled and reassured me. “I’ll make sure you finish, baby.” He breathed hot air on my opening and I almost cried out with need.
I arched my body into him, and he began sucking on my clit. He sucked and licked, and I felt the orgasm building again. I was going to cum into his mouth. He placed his thumb at the top of my clit and began to rub in circles. It sent me over the edge and I released into him. He sucked and put his tongue inside my entrance as I pulsated.
“Good girl,” he said as he climbed on top of me.
I was still shuddering from the orgasm when he reentered inside of me. It felt raw, as all my nerve endings were tingling now.
I wrapped my legs around his back as he rocked back and forth inside of me. Sex felt good when you wanted it, when you were wet. I loved him for showing me this is what sex was supposed to be. I felt him reaching his climax as he pushed into me one final time and collapsed. He kept his arms on each side so his weight didn’t fully encompass me.
“Do I make you feel good, baby?” he asked.
I nodded and kissed his lips. I could feel the smile forming as I kissed him and smiled, too. “Why are you smiling?” I asked, teasing him.
“Why are you smiling?” he retorted back.