by Claire Adams
My lips separated from his as I stood up and took off my shorts and watched as he pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I looked at his pulsing organ and his desire for me. With my legs on either side of him, I lowered my body over him and let my lips meet his again as I continued to lower onto his throbbing cock. A moan left my mouth as he filled me up completely and I moved slowly against him. His hands returned to my ass and spread my cheeks as he played with me and forced me to rock back and forth on his cock as I bounced up and down. The intensity of his body as it pressed inside of me felt like heaven.
We were quiet, making sure not to moan or make noises as much as possible. The silence was erotic and drove me to pay close attention to my body and how it pressed up against his. I felt everything differently, more intensely than I had ever felt before. Soon I felt his hands pressing my hips to move harder and faster against his body. He thrust his own hips into me as we continued to kiss each other.
The kissing provided a way to muffle the low moans that left my body as I felt the buildup of excitement. As we moved harder and harder against each other, it became impossible for me to keep quiet. The pleasure was just too much. Chris reached up and put his hand over my mouth as I continued to moan and thrust against his raging cock. Harder and faster we moved together until I thought for sure someone would hear us. My body shook with pleasure as one final thrust delivered by Chris sent a surge of ecstasy throughout every last inch of me.
It was unsafe to be there, it was dangerous to be fucking him; but it was the perfect moment.
Chapter 55
I fell asleep wrapped in Chris’ arms and feeling safer than I had ever felt. But when I woke up, I certainly did not feel safe. There was loud popping noises going off downstairs and I heard screams…the popping was gunfire. Chris opened the door to the office and stood there for a minute. He looked at me and then back at the stairwell across the warehouse.
“Get under the desk and don’t come out,” Chris said as he closed the door and sat back down in the chair outside of the office. For a minute I thought it was already morning and the raid had started. But there had not been enough gunfire. Only a couple shots. I did as Chris told me and went under the desk and waited.
“Where is the girl?” Gino yelled from across the warehouse as he came up the stairs.
“In the office,” Chris said calmly.
“Get her.”
“What’s up?” Chris asked Gino
“I found the mole; I’m going to kill her now.” There was silence and then I heard the door open. I stayed under the desk and tried not to move. I didn’t know how it would be possible to make it out of the situation alive. There was no sign of daylight outside yet and I had no idea if the swat team would be able to get to us in time or not.
“So no torture?” Chris said as he opened the office door.
“No. I killed that Kyle kid after I found him trying to sneak out the back door. It had to of been him,” Gino said.
Chris stayed at the entrance to the office but continued to talk to Gino. I couldn’t believe Gunner was dead. Why would he of tried to sneak out? I thought, but then remembered that was exactly what I had tried to convince Chris to help me do only a few hours before.
“You think he was the only one?” Chris said to Gino. He was silent for a long moment, obviously contemplating the situation. I didn’t know where Chris was going with this, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to start giving Gino the idea that there was more than one mole in his group.
“Well anything is possible,” Gino said. “Get the girl out here; I want to talk to her.” Chris came into the room and walked over to the desk. He pulled the chair out and leaned down.
“Get your sweet little ass out here,” he said.
“Oh, she’s hiding under the desk? That’s smart,” Gino laughed.
“I know…like we wouldn’t find her or something,” Chris joined in with the laughter.
It was creepy how quickly Chris was able to change from the man I had started to love into this crazy creep that worked for this guy Gino. I looked at the two of them as they laughed and I walked out into the main room.
“Alright sweet thing, was that kid Kyle the man you know?” Gino asked. I just looked at him and shook my head no. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or say. Maybe I should have just said yes since Gunner was dead now. Maybe I was right to say no? I had no idea. When I looked at Chris, I didn’t see any response from him.
In fact, when I looked at him I didn’t really see Chris at all. He had turned into Skinner and didn’t respond to me one bit. The way he held his body, even the way his eyes looked; Chris did not look like the man I knew.
“So you know someone else in my group then?” Gino asked. Again I shook my head no.
Gino reached up and grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the wall. It happened so quickly that I didn’t know what to do. My hands darted up to meet his and I tried desperately to pull them away.
“Listen here bitch, I will kill you. Do you understand?” Gino said as I shook my head yes. “Now tell me who the fuck you know in the group.”
“Maybe we should bring her downstairs so she can show us,” Chris suggested.
I shook my head yes again.
Chris appeared so calm and withdrawn from the situation. He didn’t react to Gino strangling me, he didn’t even make a motion to come rescue me. It was disturbing. I didn’t know who I was going to show Gino, I didn’t know what was next, but I did know that I needed his hand off of my throat.
I felt the pressure on my windpipe and I couldn’t inhale. The pain increased the longer his hand was wrapped around me and I felt myself getting dizzy as I went longer and longer without oxygen. My eyes got bigger and I looked from Gino to Chris and back again. Chris looked calm and didn’t seem to care at all that I was in the midst of being killed by this man. He kept his cool and kept his attention on Gino.
“Yeah, let’s just bring her downstairs and let her point out the guy. I’m sure by this time she is ready to cooperate,” Chris said as he inched closer to Gino.
I didn’t know if he had intended to actually do anything if Gino continued to strangle me, but luckily Gino released me from his grip. My body collapsed to the ground and I gulped in air as much as I could. I grasped onto my neck and felt the sharp pain that rushed through me as I tried to fill my lungs back up with the sweet oxygen that they had been deprived of.
“You better not fuck with me bitch,” Gino said as he walked toward the stairs at the other end of the warehouse second floor. I now knew why he was such a feared man. His kindness toward me at first had only been an act; that man was clearly willing to murder me without a second thought. I searched Chris’ eyes for some sort of help or understanding as he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.
For a second I thought I saw something, but then he turned back into Skinner and pulled me roughly toward the stairs.
“We need to stall for about twenty more minutes, do the best you can. I promise I’ll keep you safe,” Chris whispered as we moved down the stairs. There he was; there was the Chris I knew. Now I just had to figure out how to stall a killer for twenty minutes.
Chapter 56
When we reached the bottom floor, no one was asleep anymore. I saw Gunner’s body near the door and it looked like he had a gunshot to his head. I looked away quickly. There was no time to be sad about his death; that would have to come later.
“Line them up,” Gino said to the man who stood next to Chris.
Everyone lined up quicker than I had hoped and within a moment they were ready for Gino. Chris still held onto me as Gino moved toward the line of people.
“This is over, I’m going to kill the girl if you don’t step forward,” Gino said as he looked at the group of people.
I saw the guy from the bed and breakfast and he looked at me and then at Chris. I didn’t know who the third guy was that Chris
said was undercover. I also didn’t know how on earth I would be able to stall this situation at all. Chris and the other guy who Gino seemed to trust brought me up to the line of people and stood me next to Gino.
Gino held onto me and Chris and the other guy let go and stepped back. I felt more unsafe than I ever had. Gino clearly had no concern for my life at all; he didn’t care about me or anyone else in the room. He just didn’t want the mole to continue to feed information to the police.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to the first person in the line.
“Do you know him?” Gino asked.
I shook my head no. We stepped next in line.
“Do you know him?” he asked again.
I again shook my head no. I felt relieved though, if this was how it was going to go, we would easily take twenty minutes and the raid would be here by the time we got to the end of the line. But I wasn’t that lucky. After about ten people, Gino got frustrated and threw me onto the ground.
“Just tell me which one of these guys you know,” Gino yelled.
Chris and the other man came and picked me up from the floor.
“I know her,” the man from the bed and breakfast stepped forward from the other end of the line. I looked at him with urgency; I couldn’t understand why he had stepped forward. Why would he put himself at risk if he knew the raid was coming?
I broke free from Chris and the other man holding me and tried to cause a commotion, but Gino was there quickly and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward him. His face was only a few inches away from mine and I could smell his breath.
“You’ll be dead in a few minutes sweetheart, no running away now.” His eyes were cold and void of any emotion. I felt the fear as it took over my body and I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stand the thought of him killing the guy that worked with Chris. I closed my eyes and felt Chris and the other man grab onto me again.
This was it; it was all going to be over in just a minute. That man was going to get shot and then I would die too. Gino made his way toward the man with his gun drawn, he passed in front of Chris and I and then the other man who held onto me. I closed my eyes for a moment as I thought Gino was going to shoot the man and I didn’t want to see it happen.
Then suddenly the second man holding onto me let go and wrapped his arm around Gino’s neck. Chris grabbed the gun out of his hands and the man from the bed and breakfast took the gun and held it toward the long line of people. I could see the shock on everyone’s faces. Not only was their boss being held in a headlock, but the two men that were closest to him were the ones doing it. The two men that he had not expected at all were the ones who had turned against him.
Luckily none of them had their weapons anymore since Gino had suspected them all of being possible moles he must have had their weapons taken from them. A few of the people looked like they might try to rescue their leader from Chris and the other man who held him. But there wasn’t enough time.
Within seconds, there was a swarm of swat team people that broke down the door and screamed as they entered the room. I stood still as the men forced their way into the crowd and moved right past me. Each man grabbed one or two people and pressed them to the floor as I heard them shout.
“Put your hands up,” they yelled. “Everyone on your knees with your hands in the air.”
I looked at Chris and the other man that had been holding me. They had control over Gino and were moving him to the ground. It all had happened so quickly. I just stood there and took a step back as I watched the whole scene unfold. It was chaos as each person was held to the ground and searched for weapons. There was screaming and plenty of swearing as Gino’s men put up a valiant fight against the police force that was arresting them.
I continued to move back farther and farther from the scene until I ran into the wall on the other side of the room. Then I slid down against the wall and started to shake as I realized the whole thing was finally over. I pulled my knees up to my chest and covered my face as I was overcome with emotion by the whole situation.
Then suddenly I was swept up off the ground. I looked up and saw Chris. He had me in his arms and walked with me out of the warehouse. I expected he would set me down in the parking lot outside, but instead he just kept walking.
“Where are you taking me?” I choked out, and he continued to walk farther and farther away from the warehouse.
“Somewhere beautiful,” he said. He adjusted his grip and continued to carry me. It reminded me of the night we first made love and how he had carried me from the forest where I had been taking pictures all the way back to my house. I let my head rest on his shoulder as the determination in his steps brought us farther and farther away from the horror of the warehouse. The sound of the police sirens began to get drown out as we moved closer to the city and farther from the crime scene.
The sun was rising as Chris finally sat me down on a bench overlooking the shipping yard. I could see the whole city of Chicago behind me and the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen right in front of me.
“I wish I had my camera,” I whispered as I looked out over the water.
Chris leaned down and kissed me. The gentle loving kiss of a man who had finally finished the hardest job of his life.
“Some moments don’t need a camera to be remembered,” Chris said.
He grabbed my hand and we both looked off into the distance and watched the start of the new day and our new life together.
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CONSUMED
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Of Bruises and Resurrection
Mason
The punch lands hard against the side of my face and, for a moment, I’m off-balance.
This wasn’t supposed to be so much a fight as it was supposed to be me dominating this no-name guy who thinks so little of his body, he’d actually put it in the ring with me to get taken apart. Not that I’d really call this a ring.
I shake my head a little, getting the blood and sweat out of my eyes as best I can. He throws another left, but I duck it easily and counter with a strike to his torso. He’s trying to move in closer to get into a grapple, but I’ve got him right where I want him: Just close enough for me to close his eyes.
That’s the plan, anyway.
He lunges at me, and it’s all I can do to prepare for the takedown.
MMA hasn’t always been a passion. When I was a kid, I hated getting into fights—not that that ever stopped other kids from picking them.
Eventually, I realized that the fights weren’t going to stop until I learned how to stop them myself, and the hard way. That’s when it all started to get fun.
I land hard on the hard floor of the abandoned shop.
The place used to be a greeting card store, but that was a long time ago, before people like me and the two or three dozen others came across it and decided it would be the perfect place to spill some blood.
It helped that they cleared everything out when the place went under. One dream dies to make way for another. Or something like that.
I’m in full guard, trying to keep my opponent away from my kidneys. That burst he came out with at the beginning of the fight took more than I think he wanted to give, and he’s catching his breath right now, more than anything.
Only, I’m not going to let him.
I’ve got one of his arms more or less neutralized. He can still make contact with me, but I won’t let him pull his arm back enough for him to
land anything that’s going to make a difference.
When he pulls the other arm back for another strike, I open my legs and twist my body, releasing his right arm in the process. It’s not pretty, but at least I’m back on my feet.
He gets up slow, but rather than rush him and blow all of my energy trying to end the fight right now, I think I’d rather play with my food a bit.
I give him a couple light shin kicks to the side, just enough that he knows where this is going. He’s trying to get close again, so I give him a moderate scoop kick to the thigh to keep him back.
He’s tired, but I’m getting him nice and frustrated.
Finally, he’s had enough of me messing with him and he comes at me with a flying knee, but he’s slow. I sidestep the blow and counter with a right hook to the temple and he’s on the ground.
I pounce, but it’s over. The ref—some random guy they picked from the crowd whose only likely experience is watching UFC on pay-per-view—calls it.
There are cheers from the crowd, but the next two guys are already lining up as I make my way through the crowd to see Tom. On the way, I pick up my shirt off the ground, though I’m not planning to put it on until after I get cleaned up a little.
“Good fight, man,” Tom, our in-house, off-duty and off-the-books paramedic says as I walk up to him. “Sit down.”
“Be straight with me, doc,” I tell him, sitting, “am I going to lose the baby?”
“Well,” Tom laughs, “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you’ve got the right parts. That was a hell of a fight. What was the deal with the end, though? You had him. Why didn’t you just finish it?”
