by Naomi West
What is wrong with you? You’ve never felt this way before—so tethered to another human being. It’s like she has you under a spell or something.
Deep down, I knew what that “spell” was; I just didn’t want to admit it.
That four letter word all too often destroyed men.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind and turned around. Cora was already naked and waiting for me. There were goosebumps all over her skin, and her nipples felt rock hard. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and keep her warm.
Seriously, what’s wrong with you? Are you turning into someone else? Because this isn’t the Andrei that you’re familiar with. This isn’t the hardened mafia member with a dark past and little hope for a happy future.
Cora looked up at me from underneath those long eyelashes, and suddenly, my mind went blank. I gravitated towards her like a moth to a flame.
“Cora…” I whispered. Gently, I rested both my hands on her shoulders and looked her over. “What happened to your cheek?” I asked, trying to keep the anger from my voice.
“It’s nothing.”
“And this bruise on your arm?”
She sighed. “It’s just Lorenzo’s goons. They’re not exactly… gentle.”
I growled in a protective sort of way—something I had never done before. What was I turning into? Some kind of dog? Nevertheless, that protectiveness festered, fueled by the possessiveness I felt for this woman. In my mind, she was already mine. Perhaps that wasn’t a good thing, but this girl made me feel like a prisoner inside my own body. I would never truly be free until I had her by my side.
“Have they done anything…?”
I allowed the question to hang in the air because I could bear the full implications of those words. I didn’t even want to think of other men touching her—having her—but I knew it was well within the realm of possibilities in a place like this. Sure, Lorenzo had promised that she would be off limits to anyone other than myself, but how did I know whether he was telling the truth or not?
“No.” She shook her head, and relief washed over me. “Not since that first night…”
“But they never?”
“No.”
I nodded. “Just me.”
“Just you.”
I bent down so I could kiss the top of her forehead.
“How about we take it slow tonight?” I whispered against her ear as my thumb outlined the slap mark.
She looked up, and there was uncertainty in her eyes.
“Relax,” I whispered as I gently laid her down on the bed. My fingertips ran along the length of her body like I wanted to commit every inch of her to memory. She was so silky smooth; it was addictive. If we were truly alone with no one watching us, I would have been content with just admiring her.
“What has gotten into you?” Cora raised her head off the pillow to look at me.
“Shh.”
I kissed her softly and pinned our bodies together to prove that I didn’t need all that roughness to turn me on. My cock was just as hard as it had ever been, and all I had done was look at her. She was truly a goddess, and I intended to keep it that way—unlike all the men around here that thought it was acceptable to treat her like shit.
Again, my blood started to boil. There was no longer any question about it—I was going to get her out of this place one way or another.
I kissed her a little harder because, honestly, it was like I couldn’t get enough of her. I had become an addict with a killer dependency. When I pulled away, we were both breathless.
“I have an idea.”
“Oh?” She sat up slightly and started to unbutton my shirt. It didn’t look like she was trying to be sexy, and yet, that was exactly what she was. Everything about her sent me into a dizzying wash of lust. I wanted her—No, I needed her. And it wasn’t just about the sex…
“Andrei?” The sound of my name coming from her lips broke me from my trance.
“Yes?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little different today.”
I cupped her cheeks against my hands. “I need you to trust me.”
Instead of explaining myself, I pushed her down by the shoulders and pushed her legs apart. Immediately, I dove between them and tasted her sweetness straight from the source. She was quick to moan, and that was one of the things I liked about her in the bedroom—she was super responsive. Everything I did caused a mewl of pleasure to escape those pinky pouty lips of hers. That sound traveled up my spine and invigorated me from the inside out.
Desperate for more of her, my tongue pushed into her entrance and twisted all around. Even after countless fuck sessions together, she was still nice and tight. That made life way more enjoyable for the two of us.
“Mmm…” She moaned as she tugged my hair. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “It feels so good.”
And I didn’t. My tongue flicked in and out of her entrance, faster and faster with each passing second. She was in the throes of ecstasy—that much was obvious by the way she shivered. Still, I continued. I lifted her ass off the bed and probed her back down with my finger. Knowing I wanted to tease her a bit, I shifted that finger to the front and got it nice and wet with her juices.
Then came a second finger. She was so wet that it was pooling against the sheets.
Damn.
I grinned and added a third finger. My fingers moved at a breakneck pace until Cora was left screaming my name.
Suddenly, I stopped.
She whimpered, wanting more.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” I asked as if I were totally innocent in the matter.
“Why did you… stop?” She panted. “It was getting so good.”
“Was it?” I feigned ignorance. “I had no idea.”
She groaned. “Why do you always insist on torturing me like this?”
“Sweet torture is the best kind of torture,” I whispered against her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.
She groaned a second time and tried to roll her body on top of mine. I allowed her to do so and got a great view of her tits as they dangled over my face. I was going to let her have control and free rein over what was going to happen next, but I just couldn’t resist myself.
I lifted my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue flicked this way and that until the nub felt as hard as a diamond. She arched her back and smothered me with “the girls”. Honestly, if I’d died right then and there, at least I would’ve died a happy man—unlike some sorry fucks out there.
While I worshiped one with my mouth, the other got some attention from my hand. I groped and tweaked and pulled until the only thing I could hear were her lovely moans. And while the music was loud, Cora was louder—much louder. She started to grind against me, her body begging for some real action.
“Go ahead,” I said as I rested my hands behind my head.
“Why do you always stop just when I’m about to climb over the edge?”
“Because one explosive climax is much better than a bunch of tiny ones. Plus, I like the look on your face when you’re sexually frustrated.”
She shook her head, but nevertheless, she finished undressing me. She was slow about it like she was trying to pay me back for all the teasing. Well, it wasn’t working because I really was quite a patient man. Besides, the longer she took, the more time I got to spend with her, and as far as I was concerned, that wasn’t a bad thing.
Finally, she got down to my boxers. “Someone’s excited to see me.”
“Always,” I answered as she slowly inched them off my body.
My cock was ready to greet her, standing between my legs like a flagpole. Once my boxers were thrown across the room, she grabbed my cock by the base and gave it a squeeze that had me reeling. She giggled and grinned down at me.
Next came her thumb. It ran circles around and around my tip until it tingled like I had just been electrocuted on low voltage. She threw me a very sultry look before she lowered her head and parted her lips.
Immediately, she began to bob her head up and down my length, all while that crazy tongue of hers slithered along my underside. Oh, it was divine. How she had gotten so good at giving head, I did not know nor care to find out. All that mattered was that I was the sole recipient of that mouth and everything it had to offer.
I tangled my fingers in her hair but didn’t tug on it as I usually did. I wanted to stray away from being too rough on her. With all the bruises I had seen on her body, I didn’t want to cause her any sort of discomfort by pushing her too hard.
“God, Cora…”
Her tongue had maneuvered down to my balls, lapping at every last inch. It was fucking amazing. Her tip was nice and gentle, barely touching the skin, and that was what made it so good.
But the problem with teasing my balls was that it would never bring me to climax, and I could tell that she knew that.
Payback. I should have seen it coming.
“Like that?” she asked in a sweet, angelic sort of voice as she stroked my cock in a tight grip.
“I love it.”
She smirked and went back to sucking me off, but she concentrated on the tip, driving me absolutely insane. If she kept this up, I was going to blow my top, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. Our time together had been much too short.
I pushed her aside and laid her down on the mattress, so we were comfortably in missionary. Gently, I eased myself into her eager hole. I watched as her face twisted with pleasure. It made me smile to know that I could make this woman feel so good.
“How’s that feel?”
“Amazing,” she whispered. “Fucking amazing.”
I rocked her body at a slow and steady pace. “Cora.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to get you out of here.”
“I know.”
“And there’s only one way I can do that…”
29
Today was turning out to be our longest session to date—or, at least, it felt that way. Andrei, for one reason or another, was taking things extraordinarily slow. It was like he had no desire to ever leave this room—not that I minded or anything. I just couldn’t help but notice that he was acting a little… differently.
Has something changed? Has he finally struck a deal with Lorenzo? Does he have some master plan on how to get you out of this place?
Really, I had no idea, and as always, his eyes didn’t tell me all that much.
He started to fuck me. His cock filled my every inch until I thought I could strength no further. How was it that this guy seemed bigger and bigger every time I had sex with him? Or maybe it was just that good.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” he said while he rocked the bed.
It seemed like an odd time to have a conversation, but this was normal for us. Through the cameras and masked by the music, it would appear we were just throwing some dirty talk at one another. No one would know that we were really plotting my escape.
“I know,” I answered.
And even though I had my doubts, deep down, I truly believed that he was the one that would get me out. I didn’t know how he would accomplish it, but he probably had an ace up his sleeve that I didn’t know about.
“And there’s only one way I can do that.” His face was suddenly serious.
I stiffened. “Which is…?”
“I’m going to buy your freedom from Lorenzo.”
All the pleasure that had been coursing through my body vanished as I remembered Alice’s outburst back at the dorm.
“What’s worse? The devil you know or the devil you don’t.”
I knew what Lorenzo and his men were capable of. They were mean and ruthless. But if you just followed the rules…
And then there was Andrei. He was attractive and cunning. He held his own against Lorenzo and never showed an ounce of nervousness doing it. I knew he was cut from the same cloth. So, why did I trust him? He might be just as bad as Lorenzo—worse even.
That was the thing; I didn’t know.
“What do you think?”
“I…” I struggled for the words.
Alice’s beet-red face kept coming up in my mind. What if she was right? What if Nadia’s one-way ticket out of this place had been her one-way ticket to some ditch on the side of the road? I didn’t want the same thing to happen to me, but what was I supposed to do? Stay here for the rest of my life? Like hell I was going to let that happen.
“I just wanted to let you know what my intentions are,” he said after a moment of silence. “So you know what to expect.” He paused, cock buried deep inside of me. “It really is the only way out of this place without starting some all-out war.”
War? Between whom?
“But enough about that.” He pinned a strand of hair behind my ear and continued to fuck me, only this time, it was more than that—it was like he was making love to me. But that was impossible because, well… we didn’t love each other.
Or did we?
No. That’s ridiculous. You don’t know this guy. He’s just a handsome stranger you’ve happened to fuck half a dozen times.
He leaned forward, so our bodies were sandwiched together. His body radiated a massive amount of heat that blanketed mine. I was covered in a layer of sweat, hair sticking to my forehead but did I care? No. Because there was an element of passion in his movements that had not been there before. Like Andrei was trying to tell me something like maybe, just maybe, he saw me as more than a pretty sex object.
I tried to sort through my thoughts, but it was extremely hard to do so when I had a guy rocking my whole world. His thrusts were measured and exact. Every time he pulled out, all that was left inside of me was his tip, swollen and ready to explode. Then he would force his way back inside, hitting that sweet spot of mine. He knew what he was doing too; it was written all over the grin on his face.
To make matters even more pleasurable, he started to suckle on my nipple. It wasn’t much, but it was just enough to make me want to scream. I threw my head back, body shivering. I was so damn close to the edge that I could barely stand it.
Then, he slowed his pace.
“Fuck.” I growled. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I like to play your body like a violin—to make you sing.”
With his cock still inside of me, he pinched my clit between his thumb and his forefinger. He rolled it back and forth, heightening its sensitivity.
“Please…” I breathed. “You can’t keep doing this—I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.”
His lips traveled to the side of my neck. He was incredibly soft and gentle, making me feel like I was his prized possession and that he meant to cherish me for the rest of his days. It was a foolish thing to believe from a couple of neck kisses, but that was honestly how it made me feel.
And it was amazing.
He continued to rock my body.
“Andrei…”
I was getting really damn close. A fire raged inside my body, especially between my legs. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before the flood gates would open.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
That was all I needed to hear. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over me and left me gasping like a fish out of water.
“Whoa,” I whispered as he collapsed onto the side of the bed. “That was our best yet.”
He smiled in my direction and kissed the tip of my nose. “And it’ll get better once I get you out of here.”
I hope so, I thought to myself. I really fucking hope so.
30
The following night, I arrived at the warehouse, ready to lay my cards on the table. This was a gamble and a pretty big one. If it didn’t result in the payout that I was looking for, then there could be quite a few problems on my hands. But I would cross that bridge when, and if, I came to it.
This had to work, not just for my sake but for Cora
’s too. My family needed the money, and Cora needed to get the hell out of here before it was too late. It was only a matter of time before someone lost their temper with her and wound up hurting her in some significant way. I would never forgive myself if I allowed that to happen.
These thoughts rolled around in my head as I parked in front of the warehouse and made my way inside. Even though I had been there countless times, they still insisted on doing a pat down every time. After my third visit, I had started leaving my gun in the car. They had yet to figure that out. Idiots. But I guess protocol is protocol. We would have done the same thing back at the hotel. Better safe than sorry.
Tonight, Lorenzo was sitting in front of a raging fireplace. The mantle was a bit too intricate for an industrial warehouse. He had outfitted it with marble and gold trim around the woodwork. So, Lorenzo had the money to waste on this but not the guns he needed to run his operation? Yeah, because that made a lot of sense.
“Ah, Andrei,” he said as if I were an old friend. There was a smile on his face. “Have we come to a decision?”
“I have.”
He clapped his hands together. “Good. Let’s hear it then.”
I leaned forward and rested against a nearby chair to give the air of calm composure. I needed this guy to understand that I wasn’t here to play games with him, and most importantly, I wasn’t afraid of him.
“As you know, I think the guns are worth more, so that’s what I’m sticking with.” I named a slightly higher price than the one he kept offering. I didn’t go quite as high as I wanted to because there was still another piece to this deal that would alter the value. “And, additionally, I want Cora too.”
“Cora.” He balked. “Cora is my best piece—brand new. If you want her, then you’re going to have to pay for her, and I’m afraid she’ll cost you quite a bit.”
“No, she won’t,” I said with an unwavering tone. “I was there at the auction when you bought her from the Maloney Brothers. The only reason why you paid what you did is because someone ran up Donny. But I guess he didn’t tell you that now, did he?”
I saw Lorenzo’s temple start to throb.
