“I’ll let you go when we make me a deal.”
She softens a bit. Her thrashing slows. “What do you mean by a deal?”
A fire ignites within me as I say as smoothly as possible, “You do a few favors for me, and I’ll make sure you live through the night. Hell, I may even let you sleep on the couch.”
“What kind of favors?” Jenna’s eyes close in anticipation.
I let the wildness burning deep within me take over as I lean my head down towards Jenna’s and then claim her lips. I feel her shock through the sudden spike in her movements, but I push harder, my lips mashing on hers, opening them up to me. Our tongues finally meet, and I feel her growing more and more eager with each and every motion. Just as I’d hoped, she likes it rough.
I ease up on holding her down so that she can drape one silky white arm behind my neck while her other hand rests on my hips. From the way she kisses, with me taking command, I know she’s holding back.
In one quick motion, I scoop her up so that she has no choice but to straddle my hips and hold onto my neck. Without letting her break our kiss, I pick her up to a standing point. While I wobble to catch my balance, she presses even deeper into me as a small “ah” escapes her mouth.
I take off for the bedroom, banging into the walls of the hallway as we go that’s how sexually aroused we both are. She bites down on my bottom lip, and the shock of it is sensational, sending waves straight to my cock. I had no idea that this little bird had it in her.
We make it to the dresser resting in the corner of my bedroom. I set her down on the edge of it, and she watches over her shoulder as I push away some dirty clothes, magazines, and a few plates I’ve left on top. They come crashing down around my feet, along with my shirt and the remains of her blouse.
My mouth waters and cock twitches at this smokin’ woman spread out for me like this. It was almost too easy to move from fighting to screwing, but here she is—ready and eager. Oh, I’m going to fuck away whatever innocence she has left.
I take hold of her full, sexy thighs, pulling her shaking knees apart. She sits up and watches with what appears to be a mix of horror and excitement as I slide my hands up her smooth skin until they hit her hips. My fingers curl around the cotton panties before ripping them down her legs.
She cries out my name like a question, “Rev?”
My head pressing into the opening of her thighs is my reply.
Chapter Five
Jenna
I seriously can’t be considering doing this... with him... here in this dank and dirty apartment. After everything he put me through last night—locking me away in a bathroom and then threatening my life—I should be plotting a way to kill him. Not letting him place those long, rough fingers crawl along the inside of my thighs.
Ugh! But I can’t stop it now. Every part of my body is screaming against my brain’s logic, “Let him go. Let him touch you. You know you want it, Jenna!”
The body always wins. It has to—it’s primal. Rev begins to press his unbelievably soft lips against the marks his fingers have made. There’s a tingle as I feel the spiky ends of his facial hair scratch at my naked, exposed pussy, and it sends my blood pulsing to every nerve ending in me.
I grab hold of his thick curls and attempt to push him back, but I don’t have the power to. So instead, I push him closer to my skin until I feel his warm breath wash over the top of my pubic bone.
“Hmm...” He examines me. “Hmm...”
As I let go of his hair, I realize I’m about to unleash a beast. Rev has made it clear that he’s not like the other men I’ve had. He has no control. He takes what he wants. It’s a dangerous combination to have no control and all the control at the same time.
But damn if this doesn’t feel like a hunger-quenching ice cream on a hot day. He laps his tongue around the space between my thigh and my throbbing clit. It circles up and then around to the other side before moving to the opening. Without even noticing, I hold my breath and close my eyes until I feel the moist, velvety goodness of his tongue caressing my most intimate curves.
“Rev...” I plead. “Please, don’t...” I have no idea why I’m even bothering to speak. He won’t stop. And I don’t want him to.
He places his lips against my folds and murmurs, “Shhh.” The vibrations tickle and tease at me while his tongue does the rest of the work. I fall into a trance. My hands wander over my exposed breasts, and my skin feels as electric as the rest of me. It’s as if I am a balloon being blown up—dangerously close to popping.
Rev speeds up his motions, inserting a finger inside of me, just below where his mouth is. At the touch, my hips shoot up as if he magically commanded to move closer to him. He digs into his meal with even more fervor.
I begin to tremble—I always do when I’m close—but it’s been so long since I’ve been in this position where a guy is pleasuring me that I’ve forgotten the signs. All I can do to steady myself is to place my hands up above the dresser and let Rev take over from here. My knees push up, so they press against his ears while my toes curl into the wooden top that creaks under my weight.
“Rev!” I cry out. Although, I’m not sure if I even get his name out of my throat before it hits me—the sweet feeling of falling fast and landing somewhere soft. The orgasm trickles down from the base of my brain to my feet. Every part of me pulsates in time with my rapid beating heart.
He must know what he’s done to me. From just above my shuddering stomach, I watch Rev’s face transform from satisfied to a look that could only be described as hungry. They fixate on me—two emeralds shining in the light of the late morning sun. But even in the light, there’s darkness behind those pools of green.
Rev wastes no time pulling himself up upon me. His face melts between my breasts, smothering himself in my C cup chest. Long hands wrap around the sides of them to press against his face, and the nipples are pinched with such deliciously painful sensations that I can’t help but pound my hands into the dresser again.
His lips suckle each of my pink buds like they’re filled with sweet nectar while his other hand works the belt buckle on his jeans. I hear him fumbling with the metal clasp as it bangs up against the side of the dresser. When he finally unleashes it, he only steps away from me for a second to push his jeans the rest of the way down his muscular legs.
I know he’s smiling down at me, that trademark grin, but I’m too fixated on his package. I’m not modest by any measure, but his cock is locked and loaded. Meaty and long—it beats any guys I’ve seen by at least an inch.
My face gives my approval away. Rev chuckles. “Don’t worry, Jenna. It’ll fit.” I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind when he whipped out that shaft he should need a license to use.
Before I can even throw back a witty remark, his claws are on me again, scooping me up into his arms so that my ass hovers just over his cock. I feel it bounce up against me as he leads me towards the bed. He spins on his heels so that he falls backward first with me toppling down onto his stomach.
I place my hands on his chest to steady myself. They cover up one of the many tattoos that ink his skin. Under my right palm is a picture of a faceless angel wrapped in flames, while my left hand conceals a Celtic cross with numerous dark curves and lines. As I feel his big cock stiffen more against me, I dig my nails into his tattoos.
He lets out what sounds like a small yelp, and I can’t help but smile. A little pain never hurt anyone, especially when you’re a mountain man like Rev. From behind me, I feel him reach for his shaft and position it so it slides around the crevasses of my pussy. I lean myself up as high as I can until the tip of his member lines up neatly with my slit.
I brace myself, using his hands, as I slide down the length of his thick rod. It practically splits me in two—that strange feeling of being poured into bit by bit. I let out a breath of frantic air and allow my body to take over, and my walls accept his girth. My hips grind softly into his, kneading his cock from
the inside. It dives deeper in with each little motion.
“Fuck... Jenna...” Rev sighs. I’m pleasing him. Good. His panty-melting green eyes roll back while his head lifts into the edges of the pillow. My toes dig into the satin red comforter in preparation for what I’m about to do. My lips purse, my hands steady, and I let the warmth of his skin on my skin wash over me.
Just as I lift up once again, I hear it. It’s unmistakable. The pounding of the front door. What the hell? Rev and I both pause in mid-motion.
“Rev!” A man hollers, sounding irate. “Open the fucking door!”
I look down at Rev. “Who is—” But I’m not entirely sure I want the answer.
“Get dressed,” he barks, grabbing my hips and lightly pushing me off of him. “Playtime’s over.”
Oh, so that’s how it is? We’re back to him being Rev—the kidnapper and debt collector. Fantastic.
I try to ignore the pulsating, raw feeling between my legs as I scramble for my clothes. I know better than to follow him out to the living room. Even if I thought it was someone who could help me out of this mess, I don’t want to risk it being someone connected with my brother’s debt as well. Instead, I press my back against the wall near the open door. There’s a dressing mirror on the other side of the room pointed towards the front door. From it, I see Rev refasten the belt on his jeans and smooth out his hair.
“I’m coming!” he shouts to his ill-timed visitor. He takes a moment to look through the peephole before opening. “What the hell do you want, Topher?”
“You wanna tell me what the hell is going on on?” An older man wearing a plaid bucket hat holds onto both sides of the door frame. It looks as if he’s planning for Rev to run, but Rev completely towers over him. So much so that Rev has to take a few steps back to stare the stocky man in the eyes.
“What the hell are you on about?” Rev keeps his eyes steady, visibly not giving anything away. Behind him, there’s a mess from when I attacked him with the metal shower rod. If the man could see into the bedroom, he’d get a glimpse of the chaos our partial-screwing has caused.
The man turns his head and spits on the ground. “I got a call about this place. Someone heard some banging going on last night and now this morning. I got another call about you nearly tackling a girl to the ground outside the door.”
So it worked! I give myself about ten mental high fives for at least catching someone’s attention. It might not have worked, but it was so worth it.
Rev tries to cut in and say something, but the man continues, “You know I don’t give a fuck what any of you do in these rooms as long as you pay me my cash, but you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, Rev. And I don’t want the cops round here. You understand me?”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Rev replies through gritted teeth. “It was nothing—just a fi—”
“I told you—I don’t care what you do in this apartment as long as you don’t get yourself fucking caught.” He looks around Rev’s arm to the rest of the living room and kitchen. “I’ll let you go with a warning this time, but next...” He makes the get-out motion with his thumb and grins.
Without another word, the man turns, and Rev shuts the door behind him with more force than necessary. He takes a long look at Bugsy still hanging out on the floor of the kitchen and then grabs my bowl of half eaten cereal from the table and places it at the dog’s feet.
“Jenna!” he calls out, “Grab your shit. We’re out of here.”
I lean out the bedroom door. “What? Where are we going?”
“Away. I can’t have you here.” He checks his phone and begins to text somebody. When he’s done, he explains, “You heard the guy—you got yourself discovered, and someone’s obviously watching. Time’s up.”
“What do you mean? Time’s up for what?”
Rev doesn’t seem to register my question. He strides back up the hall and brushes past my shoulder towards the bathroom. After picking up my gym bag, he fishes out a pair of jeans and a black tank top, along with some fresh underwear.
“Put ‘em on and let’s get the hell out of here.”
I guess we’re not going to discuss the big, fat elephant in the room. Again typical Alpha male, douchebag behavior.
I turn my back and change into the fresh clothes. As I finish running my hands through my otherwise tangled rat’s nest of hair, I ask, “Do you know what happened to Bugsy’s leash? I can’t let him off it.”
Rev walks to the front door, opening it for me. “It doesn’t matter. He’s not coming.”
“What do you mean ‘he isn’t coming?’ I told you yesterday that I don’t go anywhere without him.” I cross my arms over my chest and plant myself near Bugsy and his cereal. He snorts as he takes another few bites.
Rev’s jaw juts out slightly as he turns his head in disbelief. Before I can even blink, he barrels toward me and grabs my arm, lifting me to my feet.
“When are you going to fucking understand, darlin’? This isn’t playtime. You don’t make the damn rules. When I say go, you go. No questions asked!” he growls, his eyes constricted, hard.
“But I told you—”
“I don’t care what you damn well told me! I’m the one in charge here. Now get your shit together, or I’ll drag you out of here!”
This is a new kind of Rev—the kind of Rev I should’ve known was in there all along. A man like him doesn’t have a sweet side. A man like him isn’t playful or generous, and when he was pleasuring me... Well, that was just his sexual, hungry side. Nothing more. He isn’t protective like the version of him who came to my rescue when Teddy put his hands on me.
A man like Rev has blood that flows with anger and pain. The glimpses of his tattoos should’ve told me that. Him locking me in the bathroom should’ve been a sign. Red flags, Jenna. How could you be so foolish in thinking he could be anything else? Hell, I should’ve come to this conclusion when he forced me to get on the back of that death trap last night.
I trust everyone way too quickly. They walk over me like I’m nothing but dirt on the ground. My parents did it to me when they forced me to care for them. And Mark continually does it with him “asking” me for help in “emergencies.”
Just now, in that bedroom, I gave too much to Rev, and I’m back to facing the reality of it all. I’m Jenna. I was forced out of my brother’s home because of a debt he owes some drug lords. His debt collector picked me up and dragged me to his home. I just fooled around with him, and now he’s leading me off to somewhere new where there is a good possibility I may wind up dead—all because I trust the wrong people.
I look back at Bugsy. I try not to think about what will happen to him or if I’ll ever see him again. My money’s is on this being our goodbye. I lean down and pat him on the head, whispering, “Be a good boy. Find your way out of here and to a good home.” Every part of me breaks just thinking about how I’m inadvertently abandoning him.
Slipping on my tennis shoes, I stiffen my lip and push my hair up into a high bun. Rev nods at me and then walks outside. He waits to shut the door behind me, and it’s only then that Bugsy notices we’re leaving him behind and barks.
Chapter Six
Rev
Jenna hasn’t spoken in over an hour. And hell if I don’t love every minute she has those full, glossy lips closed.
The bike seems to be the only way to shut the girl up. It’s given me time to think about what the fuck happened in the last hour. First, there were her escape attempts—if you could call them that. I blame myself—something I rarely do. I saw them coming. Even the dumbest hamster in a cage tries to get out at least once. Yet, here I was, stupid enough to let Jenna slide.
Well, not exactly slide, per se. I mean, I got my way in the end. I almost fucked her. If it hadn’t been for the damn landlord and his prying, I would’ve gone all the way on that pussy, but instead, I’m pissed off, with a dick that desperately needs to finish what it started.
Still, can I blame him? Can’t fault the guy for not wanting troubl
e when your entire building is full of convicts, addicts, and prostitutes. He runs a refuge for the worst of society; a place where scum of the Earth like me can freely roam. And he’s got that little kingdom he oversees to protect. What he did do, however, was remind me that there were eyes and ears everywhere. It’s a lesson I should’ve picked up years ago doing my freelance work, but I seemed to ignore it this time around. And something tells me that those eyes and ears aren’t far behind us.
Enrique has always been defensive over his commands. What he says is absolute and final. There are no questions; the task gets done right away. While I appreciate that efficiency, and am usually quick to keep up, I’m stalling when it comes to Jenna.
He was pretty clear with me on what he needed me to do—kill the girl. In his mind, that would send a message to her deadbeat brother Mark not to fuck with him or join her in whatever landfill I dump her body in. While it’s not my thing to be a killer, it was a damn simple task that could’ve been done and over with when I slammed her down on her back on top of the dresser.
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