Chapter Seven
Ada
“Fuck me,” I say. “Please.”’
Viktor stands and walks over to me before offering his hand. When I take it, he pulls me up to stand and kisses me hard. I gasp when he yanks my panties down and turns my body so he can bend me and place my hands on the door.
“What if Chris…” I start to ask, but my breath catches when he starts forcing his cock inside me. I groan at how he stretches me, but it’s the piercings that make me push back on him, taking his cock deeper.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, shoving deeper.
“Please, harder,” I moan.
“Stay quiet, Pretty Girl,” he says, stopping to show me his screen.
Carlo
INCOMING. He took a cab home.
“Fuck,” I gasp, slapping my hand over my mouth.
I squeeze my eyes shut when he tightens his grip on my hips and starts fucking me hard and fast. I whimper quietly when I hear the front door open. “If only he knew how full you are,” Victor grunts quietly. I push my hips back to take him harder.
“You awake, Ada?” Chris asks, knocking on the door.
“Yeah,” I choke out. “Working on client files.”
“Can we talk?”
“When I’m finished,” I say, trying not to moan. Vik is fucking me deep, and it feels so goddamn good.
“Hurry up,” he says.
“Okay,” I whimper.
Vik stops and practically throws me down on my makeshift bed before pushing my knees to my chest and surging back into my pussy.
He leans in so he can cover my mouth and starts pounding into me hard, but staying as quiet as possible.
I am nearly screaming into his hand, but no sound comes out.
My eyes are rolled back, and I can’t breathe as my orgasm surfaces.
I am clawing at him, needing more, needing everything he has to offer.
“Fuck, you feel too good,” he groans quietly. “Come with me, Ada.”
When it breaks, and my orgasm tears through me, my body tenses, and he groans louder than we anticipated. He drops my legs, and I cover his mouth as he continues to rail me into the floor. His pleasure vibrates through my hand, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
When he comes, he kisses me hard before pulling out of me.
“What are you…?” I whisper as he moves down my body.
I let out a strangled gasp when he rolls me, and I am suddenly sitting on his face.
He keeps a tight hold of my thighs as he licks my pussy, eating his come out of me.
I have both hands over my mouth as I start rocking my hips, grinding my pussy on his mouth.
He makes me come so fast and so hard that tears well up in my eyes as my body shakes. Another knock on the door has me jumping up as soon as he lets me up. “Shh,” he says quietly, kissing me fast and disappearing into my closet.
I am left standing in a daze with no evidence of Viktor being here. It takes me a second to get my bearings before I pull on my panties and fix the couch.
When I open the office door, Chris looks high out of his mind. “What’s up?” I ask. “Are you sick?”
“Mmm. No. What are you doing?” he asks.
“Let me get you some tea,” I say, trying to get him away from the office.
“Make it coffee,” he smiles.
“Okay, coffee it is, then,” I say. “Come on. Come sit and tell me what’s up.”
I lead him to the kitchen and sit him at the island before starting a pot of coffee. “What’s up?” I ask.
“We just haven’t seen much of each other,” he says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I want to apologize to you, Ada.”
“For what?” I ask, turning to face him. That was a bad idea, because now I’m cornered. I see Viktor leave my office, though, so I know he will be gone in a few seconds.
“I pawned the rings,” he says bluntly. “I was mad, and…”
“I know,” I say. “I’m tracking them down. Do you owe someone money?”
“Yeah,” he says. “A lot of money.”
“How much?”
“Half a million,” he says. “I know you have that life insurance…”
“No,” I say. “You sold their rings and probably didn’t get any more than thirty bucks. Those rings were cheap in value, but they were fucking priceless to me. Now you are standing here wanting me to spend all the money I got because they fucking died… because you are on drugs?”
“You owe me that much,” he says with a growl.
“How in the fuck do I…?”
“For being so smart, you never thought to check your office for cameras,” he says simply.
I shove him away from me and try to sprint out of the kitchen to lock myself in my office, but he grabs me by the hair, jerking me off my feet. “Stop!” I scream.
“You’re fucking dead, bitch,” Chris screams as he straddles my body and wraps his hands around my throat.
“Stop!” I choke out, clawing at his hands. “I’m sorry. Please stop!”
“Fucking whore! I told you!” He screams, tightening his grip until I can’t breathe. “Cheat on me now, whore. I fucking told you!”
I can’t breathe.
I can’t get him off me.
I won’t survive this.
Do I deserve this? I did cheat. Is it cheating if I didn’t want to be with him? I tried to leave him. I tried to make him move out. All he did was rape me. Is cheating okay when I tried to leave?
Stars are dancing in my vision, and I start to get weaker. I will die, knowing that I finally tasted happiness. After so many years, I know what it’s like to feel the touch of a man who doesn’t want to hurt me. I might not survive Chris, but Chris won’t survive Viktor.
As my body starts to go limp and the world darkens, his hands move. It’s too late, because I slip into darkness anyway.
I gasp and sit straight up off the kitchen floor. My throat hurts. I don’t have underwear on anymore, and my shirt is ripped. It takes me a moment to collect myself enough that I can slowly get off the floor.
He tried to kill me, then raped me when I was unconscious.
I can feel his come on my thighs. I peek around the corner to look into the living room and see that Chris is passed out on the couch.
I slowly creep closer, drawn into the screen of his phone sitting on the coffee table.
He has his settings so that it never locks, so there is no telling how long it’s been open.
On his screen, he sent a text three hours ago that said, “She’s dead. I’ll bring you her body soon.”
I snatch up the phone and turn the sound off before quietly rushing to the office to lock myself in.
I find a random article of clothing and wipe the mess off of my legs before hurriedly getting dressed.
I start shoving everything I can into bags and open the window so I can toss them out.
I turn Chris’ phone off, as well as mine, before climbing out of the window.
I grab up everything and shove it into the backseat of my car.
I take a second to slow down and think. I can’t start this car in the driveway, because he could hear it.
I don’t know how asleep he actually is. I get an idea to put the car into neutral so I can roll backwards out of the driveway.
It has a manual transmission, so I am confident that I can maneuver the car onto the road before turning the wheels pointing down the hill.
“Come on, baby. Roll,” I coax the car as I slowly inch forward.
Finally, it starts to get some speed. I am holding the clutch down, so I shift into gear and abruptly release the clutch, and the car immediately rumbles to life.
“Yes, bitch!” I yell and smack my steering wheel as I press the gas and drive away.
Now, where the fuck do I go? I look like a hot fucking mess.
I can’t go to my office. I am thinking of all the different places that I could go.
When I get far enough away from the house, I stop and get my tablet to look up Viktor’s address.
I’m trying to talk myself out of it because I don’t want to drag him into this bullshit.
I would be a fucking liar if I said that I didn’t need him right now, because I do.
I set my GPS on my tablet. It has cell service through the office, so I can use it anywhere, and no one can track it to me. I just need to get somewhere safe.