This man had issues.
"You’re missing my point. You think he's going to just give me a ride? Run off with your new fiancé? I see how everyone looks at you; they're afraid." He smiled as if I'd just given him a compliment. His twisted sense of humor was not nearly as amusing from my point of view.
"He's a ballsy sonofabitch. He'll do it." He shrugged, nodding at someone across the room.
Before I could turn to see who it was, he had me by the shoulders in some kind of bear hug.
"I need you to make a scene. Shouldn’t be too hard, con‑‑.”
My knee connected with his balls before he could finish. He made a sound in his throat that sounded like a choked laugh. I shoved away from him and quickly pulled my dress down from where it had risen from the small movement. I said the first thing that popped in my head for added effect. "You selfish asshole!"
Turning on my heel, I saw more than a few people gawking at us and had to bite my inner cheek not to laugh. A few jokingly taunted Pierce about hormonal women. From my peripheral, I saw Jason watching me.
Taking a deep breath, I walked up the stairs and turned the opposite direction, heading down the hall.
I had no idea where to go so fortunately Jason didn’t waste any time getting my attention.
When he said my name, I looked over my shoulder and pretended I didn’t know he’d started following me. We were the only people upstairs and while I wasn’t nervous or scared this whole thing made me uncomfortable.
"Oh, Mr. Garter. Hi." I gave him what I hoped was an innocent smile.
"Call me Jason, Willow. I've known you long enough. Are you okay?" His concern seemed genuine but based on the way he was looking at me, I was positive it was his other head doing the talking for him.
"I'm all right; he was just acting like himself. If you know Pierce, then you know how big of an asshole he can be," I laughed.
"Aren't you about to marry him next month?" He quirked brow and laughed.
Holy fuck. We were getting married in four weeks?
"I'm only doing it to piss off my father. Call it a wild act of rebellion." I saved face. At least, I hoped I did. I wasn't sure what to say to this guy.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He placed his hand on my lower arm, giving me a serious look. I caught movement over his shoulder. Enrique, Pierce's cousin, stood watching us. He gave me what looked like a thumbs up before going down the stairs.
Jason started to turn to see what I was looking at but I grabbed his hand, bringing his attention right back to me.
"I'd love to talk, but not here. Eyes...and ears," I whispered, indicating the people below.
Jason nodded, understanding written all over his face. "I know a way out where we won't be seen if you want a ride home." He smiled.
This was way too easy. Jason was an idiot. How couldn’t he tell this was a set-up? A man like Pierce would never actually let me leave without a guard or himself by my side.
"Really?" I questioned, still playing my role.
"Yeah, come on." He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me further down the hall. We approached a set of large double glass doors that led to a balcony. Without looking to see who may be around, he pushed them open and led me outside.
True to his word, there were two sets of stairs leading to the lower level on either side.
"You still wanna leave?"
Not with you. I wanted to go back inside, find Pierce, demand he take me home, and get answers to my growing list of questions. But I didn't have that option.
"Yes," I lied. "Let's go."
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I watched him from the corner of my eye, keeping my main focus on the street signs. His large SUV drove smoothly. Another was behind us; he said they were his security, which made zero sense to me. Shouldn't he have been in the truck with them, or vice versa?
"You’re kind of brave to offer me a ride,” I said, attempting to break some of the silence.
"Pierce doesn't scare me," Jason laughed.
He should.
How could no one else see how loony the man was? Jason chuckled and shook his head, placing a hand on my knee. He wasn't a bad looking guy in the slightest, but he did nothing for me. His brown eyes needed to be blue, blonde hair black, and he lacked in the muscle department. My ovaries weren't exploding just by looking at him.
The further he drove, the more my nerves wore down. Nothing but wheat fields surrounded us. We were on a long, lone country road and only two cars had passed us, both heading in the opposite direction.
When a street name above a stop sign caught my attention, Jason remained immobile. He put his truck into park and turned to face me.
Bear Creek Road.
He was looking at me with eyes full of lust. God, this was not good. I had a distinct feeling Jason had done this many a time before.
"So, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to make you feel good?" He leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head at the last minute, giving him my cheek. Make me feel good? I turned my laugh into a cough. When his tongue darted out and ran across my skin, I wanted to shove him across the cabin. Where the hell was Pierce?
"This isn't talking, Jason." I pushed him away, keeping my legs pressed together when he tried to part them.
"You didn't beg me for a ride to just to chit chat." He laughed again. I didn't find the situation funny.
“One, I never begged. Two, did you really think I'd fuck you in a car? You're not that special, babe."
I pushed him away again when he tried to lean back in. No meant fucking no.
"Willow." He grabbed hold of my forearm and glared at me.
The back windshield shattered before I could tell him to get the hell off me. My eyes went to the clock as I undid my seatbelt and ducked down.
Jason's SUV lurched forward as the one behind us smashed into it. Gunfire seemed to come from everywhere at once. The back windows splintered as they were hit next, sending little shards of glass in all directions. I heard tires screeching but didn't dare lift my head.
I'd seen way too many movies and knew exactly how this worked. It was over two minutes after it started. Everything went quiet. Jason, the genius that he was, decided now was the time to get out. I seriously wondered how the guy had made it as long as he had in this world of chaos.
"Jason, stay the fuck down," I hissed.
Pierce didn't tell me to leave with this man and shoot up his vehicle just to let him hop out and go unharmed. I was so busy thinking of myself and everything happening that I didn't think about Jason.
"Jason!" I reached up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled as hard as I could when he reached for the door handle. There wasn't a ton of space to work with, but it was enough to drag him backward.
"What the hell?" He shook me off and looked at me as if I were crazy.
"I’m trying to save you. Why would you get out of the car? You have no idea who's out there."
"I know exactly who is out there and I know why. Let me handle this," he fixed his collar and got out of the truck.
Cursing, I followed him, scrambling over the leather seat.
Pierce, Enrique, Tito, and the blonde-haired man stood a little way in front of another SUV that had just arrived on the scene. Two sedans flanked it. Men stood outside them, looking ready to fly into action with the snap of a finger.
It was like an action movie brought to life. Finally realizing his dire situation, Jason feebly attempted to explain himself.
"My cousin saw everything." Pierce cut him off and turned his head to look at me, his voice remarkably calm considering he'd just taken part in a shootout. With a silent command, he motioned me to come to him. I shot Jason an apologetic look, knowing it didn't make up for any of this, and walked to Pierce. He wordlessly looked me over before gently moving me to stand beside Tito.
"I want you to apologize." He looked back at Jason with a dark look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let her drag
me off like that." Jason forced a laugh.
"You mean to tell me that tiny woman dragged you off? Pierce scoffed, gesturing towards me.
Quicker than my eyes could track, Pierce grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.
"Pierce!" I went to intervene, but Enrique shook his head at me.
"You decided it was okay to be alone in a car with my fiancée?"
He didn't get a chance to answer. Pierce grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the side of the truck. Something cracked, and blood began to gush from Jason's nose. He groaned in pain, cursing loudly.
The violence didn't bother me; I'd watched a man get his tongue blowtorched before. However, the fact that Jason hadn’t done anything did bother me.
"Pierce, knock it off!" I might as well have been yelling at a wall.
When Jason attempted to get up from where he'd landed on the ground, Pierce kicked him in the ribs to bring him back down.
"Zip ties," he demanded.
"Zip ties? Why are you tying him up?" No one acknowledged me. Tito moved and blocked my vision, forcing me to step back. I stood there feeling useless.
"Get her in the car,” Pierce commanded.
I couldn't believe this. Shaking my head, I turned and stormed towards the sedan behind us.
I tried to slam the door in his face. Tried being the main operative. He laughed and walked into the bathroom behind me.
"It's not funny. Tell me why you did that!" Throwing my hands in the air, I spun around and glared up at him. He'd brushed me off in the car, not giving me a sliver of information. None of them had. Enrique had smiled at me like my anger was a joke. No one took me seriously.
"Why did I do it? Because I can." He shrugged and began to remove his tie.
"You sent me into a car that was going to be shot at. How could you do that? And the engagement party…what was the deal with that? Why don't you tell me anything, Pierce?"
"I told you why."
He regarded me with an inexpressive look on his face. Our conversation from earlier was at the forefront of my mind. I wanted to tear my hair out and scream. Pressure was building in my chest; a low throbbing began between my brows.
"You're an asshole. Get out."
"I'm not going anywhere. We have a problem to rectify." He circled around me and pulled my hands behind my back.
"What are you doing?" I struggled to break away from him. "Get off me."
"I told you your mouth was going to cause you problems. Do I need to make a checklist of everything you've done? All I let you get away with? You don't trust me to keep my word. I said nothing would ever happen to you, and I meant it." He wrapped his silk tie around my wrists, binding them tightly together.
"This couldn't wait until after I took a shower?"
"If you want to sleep in my come, sure. I actually think that’s an excellent fucking idea." He circled back around and smirked at me.
"I'm not sleeping with you."
"I know. You're going to get down and do something useful with your mouth for once."
Scoffing, I began backing away from him, shaking my head. My fingers nimbly grasped at the tie around my wrists, failing to undo it.
"I'm not sucking your dick."
"Do you remember the last time you tried to tell me you weren't doing something?"
I swallowed and stopped walking. How could I forget? That was the night he openly confessed to cutting his father's heart out of his chest.
"Why are my hands tied?"
"You have a problem keeping them off me."
He chucked his suit jacket across the room and pulled his dress shirt over his head. I stared at every hard, smooth ridge on his tanned stomach.
When I looked back up at his face, he had a cocky smirk waiting for me.
My hands began to tremble. I tried to calm my temper and failed. His eyes stayed locked with mine as he began to undo his belt. Moments like this brought everything back into perspective.
I had a million questions and he had all the answers, purposely leaving me out of the loop and making me participate in his fucked-up charade. We weren't a couple. We weren't even friends. We were two people with fucked up pasts who somehow ended up intertwined together. If he hadn't been with Cassie, I wondered if any of this would be happening.
He let his slacks settle low on his hips, exposing his well-defined V, and went to the standalone shower. He placed his shoes off to the side, then removed his pants and boxers before turning it on.
I tried to focus on the rising steam from the shower and not his firm, toned ass.
"Come here." He pulled the shower door open and didn't bother looking at me.
"If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth, I promise you, I'll bite it off."
That had him turning his head to look at me. We eyed one another for a few silent beats.
"If you want to keep the teeth you have in your mouth, I highly advise you not to do that."
"And if you want to keep your dingy cock attached to your body, you'll keep it away from my mouth."
He sighed and rolled his shoulders, "You're really fucking dense."
He turned and began stalking towards me. I remained where I was. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the shower, shoving me inside. Hot water rained down on me, plastering my hair to my head and soaking my dress.
"Good. Now you're where you need to be."
He stepped inside the shower and knotted his hand in my hair.
"Get off me!" Throwing my body to the right, I tore from his grasp. It fucking hurt. My scalp burned where strands of hair had torn off. The worst pain was in my shoulders. I was rapidly exhausting myself trying to free my hands.
I suddenly found myself airborne. He lifted me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes and stepped back out of the shower.
"I tried being as kind as I could to you, and I'm not a kind person. Now, we do this my way." His voice was deliberately quiet, making me regret my bold attitude.
There were other ways to be strong while keeping my head about me. I knew better; I was smarter than this.
"I'm sorry," I rushed out, trying to keep the bitterness from my tone. He should have been the one apologizing to me, but I had to do what I had to do.
He dropped me onto his bed, placing a muscled arm on either side of me. My wet clothes saturated the silk bed linens.
Poising his damp body above mine, he pressed his cock against my apex. With only the bathroom light illuminating the room, his blue eyes looked black.
"And why are you sorry?"
"For being a bitch."
I wriggled beneath him uncomfortably. My dress had risen to my hips and my arms felt like they were going to rip out of their sockets.
He tilted his head and studied me as if I were a test subject. "I like you like this. Helpless...needy...wet."
I bit into the flesh of my inner cheek. He moved back, gripped my ankles, and pulled me down the bed.
I ended up in a precarious position with my head almost hanging over the edge.
"Open your mouth," he demanded. Silently calling him every name imaginable, I partially parted my lips.
"We both know my cock isn't fitting through there." He reached down and used his fingers to widen my mouth before shoving his length inside. I tried not to gag when it hit the back of my throat.
I truly was helpless. I couldn't move. I was forced to lie on the bed and let him fuck my mouth. My eyes burned, eventually shedding the tears that had gathered. I found it disturbing that he wasn't making a single sound. He was breathing evenly, and his eyes were trained on my face. A creeping sensation ran down my spine.
His issues went far beyond him simply being a fucked-up person. I wasn't even sure he was enjoying the act of me sucking his cock as much as he was seeing me bound and at his mercy.
When he realized I was watching him the same way he was watching me, he stopped and pulled out of my mouth. He lifted me off the bed and carried me to th
e black love seat at the far side of the room.
"I know what you're doing," he said, dragging my underwear down my legs.
"I was doing what you wanted."
He gathered what was left of my ruined chignon and bent me over the arm of the sofa. He was giving me whiplash. I couldn't keep up with his constant mood swings.
Holding still, my heart pounding painfully in my chest, I waited to see what he would do next. The running shower almost disguised the sound he made behind me.
My ass cheeks were spread with his free hand, and a glob of spit ran down the crevice.
"If you don't relax, this will hurt a lot worse," he warned.
With my head pushed into the couch cushions, his fingers dug into my right globe and held it so he could drive into me. My scream was muffled by black suede fabric, but the burning sensation hit full force. If it weren't for the arm of the couch, I would have been on the floor.
"Stop," I choked out.
"Is this helping you remember your place?"
He withdrew and slammed back in again. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. His cock moved in and out at a brutally rapid pace. Breathing through my mouth, I tried to soften his thrusts as best I could.
When he slowed for just a second to adjust me, I was barely cognizant of his fingers on my clit until he added more pressure.
"How does it feel, Rebel?" he ground out, pumping into me harder, my entire body trembling beneath him.
Was this pain or was this pleasure?
It had to be both. With his hard, thick dick pounding into me and his calloused fingers working my clit, the waves of pain hit a wall of pleasure, knocking it down so the two mixed as one.
"Am I supposed to be feeling something right now?" I asked, covering up how I really felt.
His dark chuckle sent goose-pimples racing across my skin. The tie was roughly unknotted, freeing my hands. He didn't give me the chance to feel relieved.
He wrapped a hand around my throat, and lifted me up, thrusting with abandon.
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