Get Away

by Jade Chandler

  Wild yet controlled. For the first time I noticed his Brotherhood tattoo on his chest and another on his side. His chinos fell to the floor. Damn. He had a sculpted body I wanted to run my hands over.

  He prowled forward and clasped each leg below the knee and pulled me forward until my ass almost hung off the bed. Eyebrow cocked and that half smile on his face, he stared down at me. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

  Words died in my throat. I wanted to challenge him, to deny the claim, but I couldn’t. He knelt between my legs and scooted me toward him. He bent his head to my mound, and I moaned as his tongue slid through my folds. In seconds, he had me bucking, needing the release he teased but didn’t deliver.

  “Now,” I demanded.

  He continued his assault. My fingers searched for him and dug deep into his hair, but he didn’t acknowledge the pain, if he even felt it. I whimpered while he drove me mindless with the pleasure assaulting my body. He kept me perched on the precipice for an endless amount of time. I struggled to come, needing the release to complete me, but it was just out of my reach. I rose higher and higher with each stroke until I was sure I couldn’t stand another second, yet I did. The ecstasy transfixed me, and I lived for the building need inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I chanted or maybe pleaded.

  I needed his cock filling me up. I tugged on his hair and bucked under him, but nothing stopped his campaign. Then he slipped two fingers inside my enflamed sex and I lost it. I came undone so fast and hard it ripped the breath from my body, and a shattering orgasm crashed through me. My breath heaved and the world went gray. All I could do was ride this tidal wave of pleasure back to shore and hope I survived.

  I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes but before I could focus on Delta, he’d kissed my sensitive flesh again.

  “No,” I whimpered. “I’m ready, please fuck me.”

  He glanced up. “I’ll let you know when you’re ready.” And he dipped his head and started licking again. Hips pumping, my hands moved from Delta to my own breasts. I plucked my nipples but that wasn’t enough. I sought some balance to the bliss threatening to pull me under. I pinched harder and the pain was perfect. The complement of pain and pleasure made my body sing a new song. A deeper kind of pleasure built inside me this time.

  “Delta. Now!” I shouted the words as my body struggled to find the release it sought. He’d stolen my will and mastered my body. I hoped the defenses over my heart stood strong because I couldn’t fall for this bad boy biker. And that thought gave me a moment of peace in the thrashing storm of pleasure.

  A single finger slipped inside my pussy and I wanted to weep and scream. It wasn’t enough to send me over, but more than enough to drive me insane.

  “You need me?” Delta crooned. “Tell me what you need.”

  “I need fucked, please fuck me. Delta, fuck me!” I shouted the words. All control gone.

  A feral smile settled on his face. He ripped a condom wrapper and slid the condom on before plunging deep inside me. I screamed and came around his hard cock.

  “That’s it Queenie, come all over my cock.” He had placed my feet on his shoulders and stood driving deep inside me, over and over again.

  Slowly my climax receded and I focused on his huge cock filling me. A fierce lover, he rode me hard, pushing me for more and more. I didn’t know there was this much inside me. Or how good it felt to let the wild side free.

  We moved in synch, faster and faster, until I saw his face tighten. His finger massaged my clit and in seconds I panted, ready to fly apart a fourth time, or was it more. I’d lost count.

  Delta met my gaze. “Come now.”

  I screamed his name as my body quaked with the most intense orgasm yet. My body was hot and cold, shaking with pleasure, exhausted but ready for more.

  Delta bellowed his own release as his body shook. He didn’t look away or close his eyes. He let me see deep in his soul as he came with me. The vulnerability excited and scared me. But the darkness I saw bothered me. I doubt he planned for me to see the loneliness and sadness that was hidden in him. I took in a deep breath and tried to erase the image from my mind. This was a onetime deal, and I didn’t need to get caught up in his inner demons.

  “Glad I stayed?” There was the cocky bastard I loved to hate.

  “Get over yourself.” I pushed at him. “It was pretty good.”

  “Oh Queenie, you can lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself. I am the best you’ve ever had.”

  Damn him. He was right.

  * * *

  The petty bullshit was stacking up at work. The managers had been total bastards this week, but I was still dancing so that was all that really mattered. I applied my makeup in the dressing room, ready for the six o’clock show. I danced in three of the chorus lines and one special number tonight. It was the early show, but at least I was dancing more than I had before.

  I slipped on my first costume, a star-spangled outfit, and stepped into my heels. Delta flashed through my memory and I shut that down. Over the past week, he kept slipping into the empty spots of my brain. I joined the other eleven chorus line members on stage and waited for the curtain to lift. Music blared out, and the curtain rose. I began the routine in perfect synch with the other dancers.

  This dance was simple, as were most of the chorus line numbers, but I loved every minute. Bright lights, a cheering crowd, music, and me dancing my ass off—I was living my dream. When the special number was up, I changed costume for it. The singer—some person who’d won a contest on TV—sang a seven-minute medley from Elvis to Justin Timberlake and we danced with him. The choreography was tricky and fast. The routine would be nothing for a professional dance troupe, but it was challenging and rewarding to me. I loved the moves and that I was using so many styles of dance.

  That was my last number of the night. Two of the show’s bigger acts would finish off the rock variety show, and I wanted to make it to that dance crew.

  Leo, the show manager, met me backstage, frowning. “You sucked tonight, sweetie.” He shook his head. “Jerry needs a word.”

  Outrage filled me and my chest tightened as angry words filled my mind. But I clamped my mouth shut and stalked past the idiot. This was about Frankie. Tonight might be my last night at this casino if Jerry pushed me. But I hadn’t made plans for a new job yet, so I really needed to try and salvage this situation until I found a new place to work.

  I stopped outside Jerry’s door to collect myself and squash my building temper. I could be cool and collected, just like Delta. Damn, he’d rocked my world in ways I hadn’t ever experienced, but I was glad he was out of Vegas. I didn’t need that kind of temptation.

  I stood straight and opened the door to Jerry’s main floor office. He also had an office up where the swanky card events were held. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Glory, I hired you because of that spark I saw. But the last few nights, hell, a mannequin could dance with more feeling than you’ve been giving me.”

  The words stung and a retort sat on the tip of my tongue. I let it out. “Would fucking Frankie help my feeling?”

  Jerry grinned at me but said nothing for a long moment. “You two patch things up? Hadn’t heard that.”

  “Nope. Never going to.”

  “Too bad, that’d give you something to do with your free time now.” Jerry’s eyes turned cold. “You’re down to the opening chorus line at six each night, no shows on the weekends.”

  “What the hell?” That was less than a part-time, pickup dancer worked. I could never pay my bills on that money. The Remington paid dancers by days and dances worked. The more complicated the dance routine, the better the pay. The more dances and more nights, the better the pay.

  “We got plenty of special gigs for you to work to make up that income. Someone of your talents might be better in the Reserve.”

  The p
rick was insulting me and trying to get me to quit, but I wasn’t going to give up like that. I’d leave here on my own terms with another, better job waiting.

  He slid over an envelope of cash. “Your payout from the date with Ren.”

  I felt dirty and wrong—a true whore. I wanted to throw the money in his face and walk out. I opened my mouth to do that and saw the call home asking Mama to bail me out. Dammit. I could handle this. I’d gotten into this situation and I would get out of it on my own.

  “How can I convince you to let me dance the weekends?” That income would let me survive until I could move on.

  “Be more of a team player. Do the special assignments.”

  “I do.”

  “Only a few of them. I got one tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “If you change in a hurry. I mean, you’re already dolled up.”

  I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t undo all my efforts. “Where?”

  “Suite 700. You’ll need this key to get on the floor.” He slid across a gold card—the ones they used for restricted access. “Be there in fifteen minutes.”

  That didn’t give me much time. I sucked in a breath and nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Those were the parties Celeste had warned me to stay away from, but she also told me not to make enemies. I’d done that, and now I needed to make amends, apparently.

  I clasped the card and smiled at Jerry. “I’ll be there.”

  The creepy smile he gave me had the hair on the back of my neck standing at attention. I rushed out of his office and to the dressing room to slip into a party dress.

  All my life I’d been treated like an expensive trinket—something to show off and display but not something to value. I was a dancer—loved dancing on stage—but without this face I wouldn’t have ever made it here. Or anywhere. And that sucked.

  Sometimes I wondered how life would change if I were scarred. How would the world treat me then? Part of me craved to be treated like I mattered for more than my dimples and baby blues. And another part knew the opportunities I’d received because of those baby blues.

  I smiled in the mirror and knew I was a hypocrite because these looks put me in Vegas. I was smart enough and a good dancer, but I was more a Vegas showgirl than a New York dance company type. Here I would live my dream to dance in front of hundreds or thousands. And I could make nice with a few creeps to follow my passion.

  I hurried down the hall to the elevator and checked my watch. Five minutes until I needed to be there. I used the card in the elevator to access the executive floor—the same one where I’d met Delta at the poker game.

  I moved down the hall to the room and used the same card to open the door to the suite and walked in to an empty living room. Where was everyone? Unease created gooseflesh on my arms. I glanced back at the door and tamped down my urge to run. The bedroom door opened, and four people strolled out. One was a dancer I barely knew. Mandy or Candy...something that rhymed with Andy for sure. She kissed the older guy and then blew me a kiss. “Have fun, doll! I did.”

  “Glory, I am Xander Lawson. Come in and I will tell you about our party. It will be starting soon.” He had a smooth, urbane voice that sounded like old money.

  So I was here early. Some of my unease faded, but I didn’t like the look of the goon standing beside him. He had mob written all over his thick brow. I can do this.

  I followed them into the room and heard the lock snick behind me. An old guy, maybe sixty, sat in a high back director’s chair and Frankie sat beside him. He met my gaze with a cold smile that spooked me and I started to back up, but Xander kept a firm grip and moved us forward. A handful of guys stood by a spread of food, but they were working-class types. Two other girls teetered in on crazy high heels and see-through dresses. Nothing like what I was wearing and that made me uncomfortable.

  “Grab some food before it gets crazy.” Xander still held me firmly. “A cocktail? Some wine?”

  “I would love a water and a few bites.” I batted eyelashes his direction. I never drank at these things.

  The gray-haired man joined us at the table. “I don’t believe you’ve been here before.” He held out a hand. “I’m Angel DeLuca.” The goon stood behind the mob boss. This was Frankie’s uncle and head of the DeLuca organization. I should never have come here. He was probably pissed at the role I’d played in Frankie’s banishment. Fuck, how could I get out of here fast?

  I clasped his outstretched hand, which was very smooth despite its weathered appearance. “Glory. Nice to meet you.” I didn’t let my voice shake.

  What had I gotten myself into?

  “This was a mistake.” I blurted out. “I need to—”

  “Come with me.” DeLuca snaked an arm around my middle and pulled me into him.

  I struggled but couldn’t escape his hold. He moved toward the closed door. “We need you.” He spoke low in my ear. “Frankie needs you.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Ice shot through my veins and my heart beat so fast I was sure I’d have a heart attack at any moment. I glanced side to side but I was trapped between DeLuca and Xander, and the goon was just a step behind.

  What could I do? Think, Glory. Think. I forced myself to stop panicking and focus. I needed to play along, to relax. I might have a chance to escape if I was smart. Escape what?

  I had no idea. We walked into the other room, and bright lights made me squint. Cameras, lights, and the worker types milled around. “Excuse me, dear one, they are ready for me.” Xander walked away.

  I relaxed. “This is a nice setup. What do you do here?”

  DeLuca assessed me. “Make movies and you’re going to be a star. Don’t you want to be a star?”

  Movies? Porn. Holy shit, I had to get out of here. My mama would kill me if I made a porno. Hell, I could have done that without leaving home. The Jericho Brotherhood ran one of the best porn studios in the country right from my hometown. I sure as fuck wasn’t coming all the way here to be trapped into making porn—bad porn, most likely. Good porn surely didn’t trap the talent.

  But I needed to fake it until I could escape.

  “I always wanted to be a movie star.” I gave him my best smile. “I thought you were doing something bad in here.” I giggled. “This looks fun.”

  His grip loosened on my side. “And Frankie said you’d die first.”

  “Oh, he doesn’t know me that well.” I winked at him. “Can I watch?”

  The idea of watching made me a little sick.

  “Sure, honey. You’ll be doing the same thing.” DeLuca led me to a chair behind Xander.

  I hopped up into the red canvas director’s chair and DeLuca slid into the black chair next to me.

  The goon had disappeared, and I considered that some good luck.

  I spotted two doors. Which one led to the main room?

  The door closest to me opened—the bathroom.

  Great! The door out of here was in the filming zone, close to the bed. Maybe I should wait until they were ready to film me and then run. They wouldn’t expect that.

  On the bed, three girls surrounded one guy with the biggest cock I’d ever seen. One of the girls toppled over and giggled. “She’s going to have to be on bottom.” The guy stared at Xander. “You gave her too much.”

  Too much what?

  Xander rearranged everyone then came back to his chair. “Okay, action.”

  The two girls started kissing and the guy shoved into the almost unconscious girl on the bed. She didn’t even flinch as that huge ass cock was rammed into her. Ouch!

  “Almost your turn.” DeLuca glanced over at me.

  “I want that cock.” I hoped I sounded sincere. Because I had just lied completely. He might break my pussy with that beast, especially with no foreplay.

  DeLuca nodded his approval. “Good girl.”

  I was not a good girl at all. Frankie headed our way
. I didn’t like the look he gave me.

  “I need the ladies’ room.” I started to slide down from the high chair.

  DeLuca squeezed my hand in a death grip. “Wait a minute.”

  Shit. Frankie was closing in on us and I couldn’t break away from DeLuca. I scooted back in the chair. “Whatever you say, honey.” I patted the hand throttling mine. He didn’t lessen his hold.

  There was a syringe in Frankie’s meaty fist. Oh fuck me, I was in serious trouble. I couldn’t escape if I was drugged.

  I needed to run, now. But DeLuca held me firm.

  I forced myself not to try and free my hand. That would only raise suspicion.

  “That needle isn’t for me, is it?” I gave my most pathetic look. “I hate needles.”

  I blinked quickly until tears formed and slid down my cheek. I never thought crying on demand would help me after I’d moved out of Mama’s house.

  “Please, no needles.” I bit my lip and tried to look afraid. Meanwhile the cold tendrils of fear threatened to truly immobilize me. I couldn’t run, couldn’t escape, couldn’t win. But I couldn’t just give in because I was no coward or quitter.

  “You will love the needle in just a few more seconds. You might even beg for it soon.” He gave me a truly evil smile.

  I shuddered and lost my cool, struggling to free myself from his grip. He kept on smiling and I did the only thing I could. I drew back my leg and aimed for his knee—kicking him as hard as I could.

  DeLuca groaned and let go. I struggled to get up but Frankie was on me. He pushed me back down, grasping my shoulder. Pain shot out from my shoulder and down my arm.

  However, this position put his crotch right in my sights. I kicked out hard and connected with his junk. He dropped the syringe as he doubled over. I jumped out of the chair and kicked off my heels. I had to flee now. But I didn’t make it three steps. My foot stopped midstride and I fell forward, smacking down on the hard floor. I glanced back to see Frankie grasping my ankle. He jerked me back toward him.