Chapter ELEVEN
DomINIC
This girl was completely insane.
I had never in my life seen or heard of anything like this.
She was acting like a woman possessed, driven by a raw, primal hunger for my body that was honestly a massive compliment—but at the same time, it was terrifying.
The thought crossed my mind that she might literally snap my dick in half with one wrong move.
Neither of us had the use of our hands; she had zero experience, so how the hell did she think she was going to pull this off?
Honestly, looking at her, I wasn’t even sure her untouched, tight body could handle my size to begin with.
But Summer was completely unstoppable.
Before I could even process her next move, she leaned down and took me directly into her mouth.
I had just cum moments ago, and by all laws of biology, I should have been completely out of commission.
But my body completely ignored the rules.
The sheer, shocking electricity of her lips wrapping around me overrode everything, and a fierce, rock-hard erection surged right back to life.
I knew this was her absolute first time.
She had literally just confessed that she had never even seen a man’s anatomy in person until today, yet she fell on me like a wildcat—in the absolute best way possible.
I could feel her struggling a bit, shifting her head back and forth, trying to guide me deeper into her throat without the help of her hands.
It was an incredible, mind-blowing sensation.
She pushed down further, taking me deeper, and the tight, wet heat of her throat threatened to break my control instantly. A low, heavy groan ripped from my chest. This woman had me completely under her spell.
“Summer… I’m going to cum,” I choked out, my voice thick and trembling. “I swear to God, Summer, if you keep going… I’m going to blow right in your mouth. I don’t know if you’re ready for that…”
I tried to gasp out some kind of warning, to give her a chance to pull away, but she was completely unyielding. She was sucking me with a feverish, obsessive intensity that stripped away any remaining illusion of control I thought I had. I was entirely at her mercy.
And then, right in the middle of the heavy haze of pleasure, sounds filtered through from outside the door.
My eyes snapped open, a jolt of pure adrenaline spiking through my veins, but it was already too late to stop the freight train. In that exact fraction of a second, as if the danger only fueled her, Summer bobbed her head down even lower, taking me all the way in.
A loud groan tore from my throat as I buckled against the wall, blowing my mind and releasing a thick, heavy load straight down her throat just as the lock on the door began to rattle.
The door opened, and three guys walked into the basement. Summer was still on her knees between my legs. Before we could move, one of the guards grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up, clearly intending to take her away.
“Get your hands off her!” I yelled, slamming forward, but the handcuffs pinned my arms to the pipe behind me. “Let her go! Put her down!”
The tall man laughed from the doorway. He looked at us, smirking as his eyes scanned my stomach and Summer’s naked body.
“Well,” he said. “I didn’t expect an erotic show from a punishment. I’ve never seen captives fall on each other out of fear instead of trying to escape. I am entertained.”
I didn’t care about his comments. My eyes were on the guard holding Summer. She looked completely terrified.
“I said, don’t touch her!” I shouted, thrashing against the wall. “You don’t take her anywhere!”
The guard laughed, looking at Summer. “The boss is right. You have nice curves, sweetheart. Shame to waste them down here.”
That was it. I lost my mind. I threw my entire weight forward with everything I had.
The rusted pipe snapped from the wall.
With my hands still cuffed, I lunged and slammed my shoulder straight into the guard’s chest. The impact knocked him backward against the wall.
“Enough!” the tall man shouted. “Calm down, Ranger! We didn’t come here to take your woman. You’re free to go.”
“What?” I rasped.
“Someone pulled some strings for you,” he explained, a faint, humorless smile touching his lips. “Let’s just say your ransom has been settled.”
Before I could even process the words, his expression turned deadly serious. He leaned in, his eyes locking onto mine.
“But hear me well, Ranger. If I ever catch either of you on my territory again, you won’t get off as easily as you did down in this basement. Next time, I won’t be so generous.”
Summer and I exchanged a bewildered, utterly confused look. None of this made any sense.
“Wait,” I demanded, stepping forward. “Who the hell was it? Who paid you?”
He didn’t answer. He simply gestured to one of his men, who tossed our clothes onto the floor at our feet.
“Get dressed and get out.”
The moment we were escorted out and reached the exit, the iron door swung open, and a familiar face was standing there.
Ian Fucking Moore.
I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at him in absolute shock. My brain was short-circuiting. I looked from Ian to the guards, then back again.
“What the absolute fuck?” I muttered, turning to him, my voice a mix of anger and disbelief. “What kind of connection do you have with the mafia? How did you do this?”
He didn’t answer my questions. He just shook his head and waved us forward.
“Come on, let’s move,” he whispered urgently, already turning toward the exit. “We’ll discuss it later. Just keep moving.”