by Bella King
I didn’t say this, but I looked at him with seduction in my eyes. If he was going to keep me captive like this, I was at least going to enjoy myself in the process.
Oliver took another bite of his pizza, but I was already full after two slices. The stress was killing my appetite. “I’m going to hop in the shower,” I said, springing off the bed.
Oliver gave a nod as I went to the bathroom, still chewing on a hot slice of cheese pizza.
I found myself shivering as I stripped off my clothes. I didn’t even have anything to wear the next day, so I tried to pile my sweaty clothes neatly on top of the toilet instead of leaving them in a crumpled mess on the dirty tile floor.
The goosebumps on my skin didn’t go away immediately when I stepped into the steaming hot shower. The heat made them worse for a moment before they began to fade. I relaxed in the water, taking in deep breaths to calm myself.
Everything was so crazy in my life. Everything that I didn’t know was happening behind the scenes had all come out to crash down on me and ruin my life. I had run from James long enough. It was time to take action against him.
My hand found a bar of soap beside the sink when I reached out of the comforting heat into the cold bathroom. I quickly jerked my arm back in and moved the shower curtain back in place to shield myself from the outside world. I felt safe in this old shower.
My safety was an illusion, just like it had been before. I was never safe with James still roaming around the free world. I didn’t wish his insanity on any other woman, but I still wished he would stop tormenting me. It was unfair to have to live your life in fear just because some asshole decides they want to make your life a living hell.
I had Oliver to protect me, but could he really be trusted? He seemed to be on my side, and I had to accept him or be on my own. He had flaws, and he had brought me into this mess, but at the end of the day, James was the mastermind behind it all. Oliver had good reasons to take money from James. I couldn’t be that hard on him even though what he had done was clearly wrong.
I rubbed the scentless soap in my hands, lathering it up. This stuff would probably dry out my skin, but I would be clean. I needed to clean myself up after all this. I felt disgusting.
I rubbed the suds on my body, massaging my muscles as I moved over my shoulders and back. The soreness permeated through to my core brought on by stress and worry. I always had such physical reactions to stress.
I didn’t wash my hair because I knew it would be a frizzy mess if I tried. I tucked my blonde strands up on top of my head and tied them in place, forming a messy bun. I rinsed myself off and stepped back out into the cold.
I snatched a towel from the rack. There was only one in the whole bathroom, which was bad even for a shitty motel like this one. With all the money Oliver had made stalking me, he could have gotten something nicer.
I tossed the towel over the shower rod once I was done, opening the door to the bathroom and stepping out naked, my pale body on full display for Oliver. I needed him now more than ever.
“You’re beautiful,” he muttered as I walked toward the bed naked.
I could feel the cool air making my nipples firm. They bounced dramatically as I climbed onto the bed, hanging down in front of me and swinging as I crawled toward him. “Pizza or pussy?” I asked him as he continued to eat.
Oliver pushed the pizza box off the bed, tossing the contents on the dirty blue carpet. “Pussy.”
I crawled the rest of the way over to Oliver as he stood on his knees, unbuckling his belt and sliding it off. He hit me with the leather on my ass, the slap resonating loudly in the small motel room. I grinned up at him. “Harder.”
Oliver smirked, slapping it on my ass hard enough to sting and leave a pink mark. He tossed the belt aside and pulled his pants down, his cock springing out and growing hard before my eyes.
All the lights in the motel were on, but they weren’t terribly bright. I was still able to see every detail of Oliver’s body this time, though, and my pussy tingled in anticipation of his veiny member inside of me.
Oliver pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs and broad chest to me again. Every muscle in his body moved and flexed in detail as he moved. I was drawn into his raw sexual attractiveness. Who was doing the seducing here?
Oliver was naked in the bed with me, and I was still on all fours. His cock waved in front of my face like it was saying hi. I wanted to give it my own special greeting, so I opened my mouth and took it inside.
I looked up at Oliver’s face as he groaned. It was contorted in pleasure as I sucked him. I tasted every detail of his cock in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the shaft as I moved along it. Oliver was practically dying from pleasure.
His breathing was deep and heavy as I popped the cock out of my lips, lifting it up on my hand and kissing the sensitive spot below the head. I slowly looked up at him as I mashed my lips against his flesh. I could see the fires of passion burning in his eyes. This man wanted me badly.
I wanted him. I abandoned his cock and let myself fall backward, opening my legs for him as my body bounced against the firm mattress. Oliver dove down on top of me, taking my breasts in his hands and massaging them. I moaned as he played with me, refusing to enter my aching pussy until I was leaking onto the sheets.
“You’re mine now,” Oliver whispered in my ear.
I got chills at his words, and my mouth parted in response. I felt the familiar prod of his cock against the entrance of my pussy as he began to make his way inside of me. Yes, this was everything I had ever wanted. I needed Oliver.
I pulled Oliver close to me as he pushed inside, letting him ride me hard as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed deep inside of me, taking his time at first, but unable to stop himself from pounding me with feverish intensity as he neared orgasm.
I wanted everything. I wanted every drop of him inside of me, and I wanted it right then and there. I was already floating in a sea of pure bliss, melting into the sheets as I gripped the bed to keep myself from flying off. Oliver was pumping his hips fast and hard.
I felt Oliver tense up, and I saw a look that I wanted to see every night for the rest of my life painted over his perfect face.
“Lydia. Oh fuck,” he moaned deeply as he emptied his balls inside of me.
I held him as he pumped everything he had between my legs. I moaned with him as he thrust his hips over and over to fill me up. I was certain that people could hear us through these thin plaster walls, but I didn’t have a care in the world, hell, the universe. Oliver was mine.
Chapter 23
Oliver’s boot came down on the cheap arrangement of plastic, metal, and glass that used to resemble a phone. He stomped it to bits on a lonely outstretch of hot pavement, kicking the crumbles of it into the grass nearby. Nobody would ever know that he was in contact with James.
I watched in awe at Oliver’s aggression against the device. I believed that for him, it was symbolic of a rift between the two of us. Perhaps it was the romantic in me, but the way he pummeled that thing until there was nothing but shards of unrecognizable material smeared across the road made me feel like there was emotional significance to his act.
Oliver looked up at me. His blue eyes had a fire burning behind them, and I could hear the urgency in his voice. “Let’s finish this bastard once and for all.”
I nodded. “James is fucking done.”
Oliver and I climbed back into his red truck. He shifted to drive and slammed his foot on the gas, sending up screeching down the road, on our way back to my apartment to keep a bird’s eye view on the place until James got there. I felt like two spies, scoping out the enemy before an assassination.
Oliver kept his hand high on my thigh, giving it a squeeze on occasion as we barreled down the narrow strip of road back home. Soon, we would be perched on top of the hill outside my apartment, bunkering down until we saw James. Oliver and I had picked up some snacks, and I was sure that laying with him for hours on th
e hill would be a nice experience. We could probably talk more then. We had never really gotten the chance to dig deep into each other’s lives.
“I’m sorry about your phone, by the way,” Oliver said as we drove. “I’ll get you a new one, whatever you want when we get done with all this.”
I laughed, throwing my hair back. “Now, you’re sorry? You’re going to buy me the newest model. That shit ain’t cheap.”
“I’ve been stalking you long enough to afford it, Lydia,” Oliver joked.
I slapped his arm playfully but felt good now that things were beginning to heal between us. This is the way it should have been all along.
Oliver’s red truck climbed a tall slope, which led to a patch of trees that overlooked my apartment. I had never seen it from this angle, and I felt somewhat odd spying on my own apartment. It was cool to get the view though.
Oliver parked his truck on the side of the road, and we trekked through the woods to the overhang that would give us the best view of the apartment without being seen. I had no idea what kind of car James drove nowadays, but Oliver knew.
“We’re on the lookout for a black Civic, four doors,” Oliver said.
“Everyone drives those things,” I said as the leaves crunched beneath my feet.
“Then we better keep a very close eye on the parking lot. We can do shifts, but I’m pretty sure James would come at night, so you might want to take a nap or something now,” Oliver replied.
I wasn’t tired at all, but I knew that staying up all night wouldn’t be easy. I always adhered to a strict sleep schedule because of my classes, so pulling all-nighters wasn’t a regular thing for me.
Oliver set up a hammock just far enough back in the trees not to be seen from the apartment, and he put out an old green camping chair near the edge of the overhang to watch the parking lot from.
I watched the muscles beneath his white t-shirt move as he arranged everything. I felt a bit useless, but I didn’t know how to set any of this stuff up, so I let him do the work. I figured he owed it to me after all that had happened. It was his fault that we were up here in the first place, but all my anger melted away as I watched him arrange things for us. Oliver was a special kind of handsome.
Oliver and I had woken up twice in the night to make love. I couldn’t get enough of his finely tuned body, nor could he get enough of my curves. He claimed every inch of me, and I was glad for it. I needed a man like him after all these years alone. God, I didn’t even realize how badly I craved being fucked until I was beneath him.
But now we had no more time for fun and games. The jig was up, and it was time to catch James in the act so we could get him out of my life for at least another few years. It would be enough time to finish school and change my name, hopefully running off with Oliver to some other city far away.
The man of my dreams fiddled with some odd device on the ledge, frowning in concentration as he adjusted a few things and looked through a magnifying lens. It wasn’t a telescope, per se, but it appeared to be something to magnify his phone’s camera while it was attached to a tripod. He probably used it to spy on me in the past.
“Did you watch me in the shower with that thing,” I asked from the hammock.
Oliver chuckled. “I can’t see into the shower from the bathroom window. The field of view is too narrow.”
“What about through the blinds in my bedroom?”
Oliver paused. “Let’s not talk about that now, shall we?”
I shook my head at him and smiled. “You were such a creep.”
“I still am,” Oliver said, getting up. “But this time, I’m not getting paid for it.”
Oliver’s camera was set up to record when ready, and we waited on the ledge for any sign of James. After a few hours, I began to grow bored and listless, but Oliver remained hyper-focused on the parking lot. This was nothing new to him.
The sun began to set, and I had already eaten all the snacks. “We might starve to death,” I noted as Oliver stared off into the empty space ahead of us.
“There’s more food in the truck,” Oliver said blandly, not moving his head.
I sighed. “Are you going to get it, or do I have to?”
“You need to get it if you’re hungry,” Oliver said. “It’s almost sundown. James could be at the apartment any time now.”
I climbed out of the hammock, which proved to be difficult because of how high the sides were. The damn thing wouldn’t stop swinging as I stumbled out of it. My hands hit the pine needles on the ground as I rolled out. The ground was sticky with sap from the trees, and it transferred to my hands easily. I tried to wipe it on my pants, but most of it wouldn’t come off. Great.
“I’m going to the truck,” I called to Oliver.
He was still transfixed on the parking lot, not moving an inch as he answered, “Sure, be quick, though.”
I started my trip back through the woods to the truck. It was easier going back since it was downhill, but I knew carrying food up the hill would be a struggle. I was already tired even though I had done very little today.
It took me about five minutes to reach the truck. It gleamed a fiery red in the setting sun, casting orange and yellow reflections onto the slick pavement. I walked around the back of it, unlatching the side door that led to the cramped backseat where the food was stored.
I shifted through what we had bought at the little gas station on the way back. There hadn’t been much healthy food there. I found a few energy drinks and a big bag of chips that I could bring back. There were hotdogs too, but I wasn’t in the mood for that.
I pulled out a bottle of water and some peanuts, satisfied with my haul, and turned around. Standing across the road from me, was James.
Chapter 24
James looked just as I had remembered him, aging very little in the three years since I had spoken to him last. He was a bit taller, but not as tall as Oliver, wearing the typical rich guy khakis and a polo shirt. I hated everything about his stupid outfit.
I couldn’t move, but my hands let go of the food they were holding. A can of soda cracked open and fizzed out on the tar as it rolled away from me. My heart was not just racing in my chest. It was banging against my ribcage, trying to break through the bone and rip through my flesh.
“You look good, Lydia,” James said, his face in a permanently cold expression. It was always like that, since the day I had met him. I wasn’t even sure he had emotions.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed, struggling to force the words from my clenched throat.
James took a step toward me. “I’m here to get you. I want you back home with me.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said, glaring at him. How dare he come back into my life like this. I was through with him.
James rubbed the soft spot on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. “See, I was afraid you might say something stupid like that. I don’t want to hurt you, Lydia, but I might have to in order to get you to behave.”
I swallowed, but nothing moved down my throat. My mouth was bone dry, and every fiber of my being was trying to tell me to run.
James took another step toward me, then another. He was only a few feet away from me now, and I still hadn’t run. Had I jumped in the truck the minute I had seen him, I would have been safe. I could have gotten away. Now, there was no way for me to outrun him. He was bigger and faster than I was, and he would be able to do anything he wanted once he snatched me up.
I spotted a black Civic parked down the street. That was his car, and I was going to be tossed in the trunk and taken away from Oliver.
James took another step closer. “Lydia, let’s go. We can talk about this,” he said softly.
I didn’t believe a fucking word that left his disgusting lips. He horrified me and made me want to vomit again. I wanted to push his eyes so deep into his thick skull that they burst and bled into his demented brain.
I looked at him with fury in my soul. I hoped that he
felt that. I hoped that he knew how appalling I found him and how much I wanted him to disappear from this world forever.
“Talk to me,” James said, coming even closer.
The world moved in slow motion as my brain raced at lightning speed to figure out how to get away from him. On the surface, I appeared still and afraid, but on the inside, I was shaking with hatred. There was only one thing that I could do now. I had to fight.
“Lydia, say something-”
I lurched at him. The second my hand made contact with him I felt a jolt of bad energy through me. Everything he had done to me, all the torturous words and actions that had made me feel little and worthless, all the pain and hurt that I kept inside, all the fear that drove me to run from men in my life, all of that came out the minute I touched James again.
I shoved him pack hard, which he wasn’t expecting. He fell on his ass, scraping his hands on the rough pavement as he braced himself during the impact. I screamed out Oliver’s name, praying that he could hear my shrill voice from where he was sitting.
James sprung up quicker than I expected. The front door of the truck was halfway open when I felt a push against my back, slamming me into the door and slamming the door shut.
James grabbed me by the hair, slamming my face into the glass window. I bounced off, and he slammed it again for good measure. I wasn’t expecting this level of violence from him, but with how long he had to sit on his negative feelings, I wasn’t sure that he wasn’t planning on killing me now.
I threw back an elbow, hitting between his ribs and causing him to let go of my hair. I spun around to face him, dazed but not down from my collision with the car window.
James came back at me, his fists flying toward my face. He seemed to want to do as much damage to my head as possible, probably to knock me out. I ducked the punch, and his fist cracked against the window.
