Dancing with the Devil

by Marie James

  “Fuck,” he grunts. The feel of my body engulfing his cock seems to be too much for him. His hips stiffen as he releases my hair and grips my throat instead. It’s not enough to obstruct my breathing, but tight enough to let me know who’s in charge. My back arches as he urges me to straighten until my head is on his shoulder. Only then do his hips move again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  I’m liquid in his arms. I don’t think my own muscles are even holding a pound of my weight up. He’s doing all the work, using his strength to impale me with his cock in a relentless tempo.

  “Goddamn it,” he bellows, and suddenly I’m released and pushed to the floor.

  I don’t have a second to protest before he shoves his cock in my mouth. The pulse in my clit pounds at being denied in the same rhythm he stabs into my mouth with.

  “I’m going to spank your ass for this,” he grits out, frustration evident in his tone as he rips his cock from my mouth. “Ride me.”

  “Mmm,” I whimper when he’s on his back and I can sink down on him once more.

  “If you make me come too soon, you’re in for a world of hurt,” he cautions.

  I move my feet, shuffling them forward an inch or so to get better leverage when my toes hit metal. An evil smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I look down and see his forgotten knife. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and pick up the knife. His eyes are half-lidded, and my tempo never falters.

  He doesn’t even see the knife until I’m holding it to his chest, and even then, he doesn’t look afraid.

  “You coming too soon, isn’t my problem.” I swivel my hips with him buried all the way inside of me. My pleasure is betrayed when my own groan slips out.

  “This tight pussy is one hundred percent your fault.” As if I didn’t have a knife against his skin, he grips my hips holding me above him and slams into me a half dozen times.

  Lost in my own pleasure, the knife slips. I don’t realize I’ve cut him until he hisses.

  “Fuck, baby. That doesn’t help. It’ll only make me come faster.”

  TJ suddenly sits up, and I’m terrified I pushed him too far as the knife clatters back to the floor. He’s grinning as he grips me on one hip and at the nape of my neck and uses his own strength to piston me up and down on his dick.

  “Oh, God,” I groan as an orgasm slams into me. My legs tremble. My feet tingle. Hell, even my hair seems to stand on end, completely turned on by this man.

  “That’s much better,” I hear him grumble in my ear. He allows my release. He lets me ride every wave my body has to give before he concerns himself with his own. “I’m going to come.”

  I wish I had it in me to double my efforts, to give him more pleasure, but my legs are too languid to work right. His teeth dig into my shoulder at the same time I feel his cock kick deep inside of me. It’s several more pulses and an endless time before he releases his grip on the back of my neck.

  He doesn’t shove me off him as I anticipate. His grip on my hip loosens a fraction, and his other hand swipes damp hair from my eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes.” A smile spreads across his gorgeous face with my answer. “Thank you.”

  Chapter 28

  TJ

  She is fucking perfect.

  Her submission, then her fight. Man, this woman is everything I’ve ever needed.

  “I came inside of you,” I confess, brushing my lips along her cheek. “Didn’t even consider a condom because I was so worked up.”

  Only now does she stiffen.

  “I’m clean, baby,” I vow. “I get tested very often because of the way I like to do things.”

  “I don’t know if I’m—”

  I pull my face away from hers. “You’re clean, too. They tested you when you went to the hospital over a month ago.”

  Her brow draws in, and a frown plays on her lips. “And just how do you know that?”

  I shrug, too far past expert stalker level to care. “I hacked your medical files.”

  “Of course you did.” She huffs, but she’s either exhausted or doesn’t really care because she’s still plastered against me. Either way is fine for me because I love the warmth of her skin against mine.

  “You need to get some rest.”

  “Mhmm,” she agrees and snuggles deeper in my arms.

  “Fuck, I wish I could take you upstairs,” I tell her as I stand and walk back toward the cage.

  “What are you doing?” She’s questioning me, but she doesn’t fight me when I open the door and urge her to get back inside.

  I don’t answer until the lock is back in place.

  “You faked your orgasm,” I remind her as I bend to scoop up my clothes and begin to dress.

  “I fucking did not!”

  “Not today. No, today you came like a fucking goddess on my dick.” Her cheeks pink and fuck me if I don’t want to pull her out and take her again. “Last time at your apartment. You faked it.”

  Her jaw snaps closed.

  “You need to learn to ask for what you need.” Her arms cross over her chest. The crate is barely tall enough for her to sit Indian style. “Or at least not fake it when I’m inside of you.”

  She doesn’t argue with me, merely huffs several more times as I take a seat in the single chair in the basement and pull my phone out.

  “I need a shower. I don’t think staying in this cage with cum dripping out of me is a good idea.”

  “I think my cum inside of you is the best idea ever,” I counter. “Just the thought of it being there makes my dick hard all over again.”

  “We should fuck again then.”

  I don’t pull my eyes away from my phone. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment for faking it.”

  “You can slap my tits some more.”

  “Also not much of a punishment.”

  “I want you inside of me,” she purrs.

  The shifting of her weight in the cage draws my attention, but I do my best to look disinterested when my eyes find hers. “I’m already inside of you.”

  Her eyes narrow at the reminder.

  “Take me upstairs and let me clean your wounds.”

  The offer is tempting. The thought of her small hands running soap over the superficial slices on my abdomen also makes my cock kick in my jeans.

  I’m seconds away from giving in when my cell phone chimes a text.

  Virus: We need to talk

  TJ: Later

  Virus: I have more info on that chick

  TJ: Be right there

  “I’m hungry.” Her attempt at vulnerability doesn’t affect me.

  “I’ll get you something to eat.”

  “I need coke.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “I need liquor.”

  “You don’t need that either.”

  “Where are you going?” Kaci cries when I stand and walk toward the stairs.

  “I’ll be back. Think of how much of a bad girl you’ve been, and we’ll discuss it when I get back.”

  “I’m going to cut your fucking heart out if you leave me down here again.”

  I turn back, basking in the joy of her smile when she thinks I’m going to release her.

  “I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her right before pulling the string on the light and walking away.

  “TJ! How long am I going to be down here?” she asks when I’m halfway up the stairs.

  I don’t turn back in her direction. “I’ll send someone down with something to eat.”

  She’s still calling me every curse word in the book when I close the basement door.

  “I hear you’ve got a pet.” Xena nudges my shoulder with hers as I step into the hallway. “When do we get to play with her?”

  Before, the thought of anyone touching Kaci made me see red, but I don’t immediately toss out the idea of Xena and maybe some of the other girls playing with her. Quick images conjured of Xena getting a taste of just how sweet Kaci’s pussy is makes me want to grab her and get r
ight to it, but I have other things to take care of first.

  “Grab her something to eat,” I tell Xena as I walk past.

  “Of course,” she responds, and the eagerness in her voice stops me in my tracks.

  I turn back before she wipes the wicked smile from her pink lips. “Touch her pussy without my permission, and you’ll never get to play with her again.”

  “Sure thing,” she agrees. “I’m a patient girl.”

  We part ways, Xena heading into the kitchen as I make my way to Hornet and Virus’s office. My concern increases when I walk in, and Virus makes eye contact immediately. Normally I’d have to wait for him to beat the level he’s playing on whatever game is interesting him at the time.

  “Your dad was a piece of shit, right?”

  I raise an eyebrow at Virus as I take the seat behind Hornet’s desk. Virus was absorbed into the MC after Lynch killed our dad, so he never had the displeasure to meet him.

  “Probably the worst guy you could’ve ever met. Be glad you didn’t.”

  “Was he sell his daughter to sex traffickers bad, though?”

  “What?” I snap up from my relaxed position and glare at him.

  “You told me you wanted more, that I needed to dig deeper. So I did.” He must register my anger because he licks his lips nervously like I’m going to kill the messenger, and I just might. “People do what they’ve always done. If something happens and they benefit from it, even if it had horrific outcomes, they tend to repeat things to try to replicate the results. Royce Stewart won his mayoral race after his three-year-old son choked on a toy. Seven years ago, he announced his intention to run for Congress but wasn’t met with much fanfare. He wasn’t very good at his job as mayor.”

  “Can you get to the fucking point,” I snap.

  “On a whim, I looked into his finances. Three weeks before your girl was abducted in Honduras, her father paid five grand to have her taken.”

  My head snaps back. “Five fucking grand? That’s nothing.”

  Virus shrugs. “They would’ve taken her for free. Mr. Stewart is a chump that got played if you ask me.”

  He has the decency to look ashamed when I growl at him.

  “Are you sure? What did the payment show up as? Steal a Girl Inc. or something?”

  “No.” He points at his computer screen, but I hold my hand up to let him know I’m not interested in watching how he came to his conclusion. “I can go step by step, but the gist of it, after ten layers of bullshit, is that he paid someone that has ties to the guy they busted running the sex den in Venezuela.”

  “All because he wanted to win a fucking political race?” I understand killing someone because they pissed you off. I have murdered people for looking at me wrong or stealing Ravens Ruin dope, but to win a race? It’s unfathomable to me, and I have loose morals.

  “The fucked-up part is that he lost. His opponent ran on the premise that if Stewart couldn’t take care of his own damn family what business did he have taking care of a state.”

  “She doesn’t know,” I mutter more to myself than to him.

  She wouldn’t go to her parents’ house if she knew. I don’t know everything about her, but I do know that.

  “You going to tell her?”

  My knee bounces and sweat blooms on my forehead just thinking about relaying that news. “I should just fucking kill him.”

  “It’s not your kill.”

  I don’t realize Virus said it rather than it being in my own head until I look and see him watching me.

  “It’s hers.”

  “Jesus!” I hiss standing from the chair and running my hands over the top of my head. I pace the short length of the office in a bid to calm down, but it only seems to agitate me more. “What is it with everyone around this motherfucker having daddy issues?”

  “It’s what makes us who we are,” Virus answers.

  “Would you tell your girl?”

  Why am I even asking him this shit?

  I feel helpless. She’s already broken. This news may be what finally sends her over the edge.

  “I don’t feel like there’s a one hundred percent right answer here, man.”

  And that solves that. He doesn’t have a damn clue either.

  Chapter 29

  Kaci

  My head jerks up, more from being startled awake than fear of the unknown. I shouldn’t trust TJ, but there’s just something about the light in his eyes that makes me believe he’ll never truly hurt me. He’s nothing like Deo and the men that hurt me before. Instinct tells me he’s different, even though just like before, I’ve been abducted and locked in a basement.

  Slender legs are showcased at the top of the stairs. Most people would be relieved to know that even though it’s not TJ coming back, a woman is here. I personally know that women can be ten times worse than the men in situations like this.

  The door doesn’t close behind her as she makes her way toward me, but I recognize her just from her stature.

  “Xena?”

  I shield my eyes as if it will help with the light haloing behind her.

  “Just a minute doll.” The light clicks on, but she doesn’t give me but a brief glance before turning back to the stairs. She rushes up them, closes the door to the outside, and rushes back down. “You seem to have gotten yourself caught.”

  Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she looks down at me and the predicament TJ has placed me in.

  “Seems so.” She reaches for the lock on the front of the cage. “What are you doing?”

  “Don’t you want out of this thing?”

  “Did TJ tell you to let me out?” Now, I know I sound like a crazy person.

  “He told me to bring you something to eat.”

  “But he didn’t say let me out?” She shakes her head. “I’m not getting out until he says I can.”

  “Even if I can help you escape?”

  “He’d still find me,” I mutter. “Running now will only make things worse later.”

  “Do you want to escape him?” She flips her long black hair over her shoulder as she waits for me to respond.

  She’ll be waiting a long-ass time because I don’t really have an answer for her. As a matter of fact, I have done my best not to think about the what-ifs for years, and TJ is one of those things I’ve shoved in that box. Wanting him and needing him temporarily is very different from thinking I’ll have something with him long-term.

  “Does he do this often?” I ask instead of answering her question.

  Xena bites her plump lip. Amusement shines in her eyes, letting me know that she’s well aware that I avoided the question.

  “I’ve been here for years, and I can’t think of a single time he’s caged a woman down here.” She looks around the empty room as a shudder runs through her. “But, a lot of things happen down here that us women don’t hear about.”

  “Where am I?”

  “In the basement.” Pinching my lips together, I glare at her. “In the basement at the clubhouse.”

  The tremble in my hands from earlier renews, but I shove them under my thighs, so she doesn’t see my fear.

  “What’s wrong?” She crouches down in front of the cage so she can look me in the eyes. I must not have been quick enough.

  “The last time I was here—”

  She holds her hand up, interrupting me. “That guy wasn’t a member, and he’ll never bother anyone again. The guys here would never hurt someone like that.”

  “What?” I ask when she scrunches her nose up.

  “Things were bad up until a couple of months ago, but Lynch is the Prez now, and the women are safer.” She clears her throat as if she’s said too much and stands. “I didn’t know what you would like, and I’m not much of a cook, so I hope you like PB&J.”

  “I can’t eat,” I tell her.

  “You have to be hungry.” She lifts the tray from the chair and sits down before repositioning it in her lap. “I also brought a couple of bottles of water. I think you�
��ve only been down here like a day or so, but I imagine you’re thirsty.”

  “I can’t drink either.” My throat seizes in rebellion.

  “Sure you can. TJ told me to get this for you.”

  She pushes the end of the bottled water through the grid of metal, and my mouth runs dry seeing the perspiration drip from the cold plastic.

  “I can’t.” Using the tip of a single finger, I push the bottom of the bottle so she can’t tempt me any further.

  “Are you like going on a hunger strike?”

  “No.” I lean in closer like the room is bugged and I’m afraid someone is listening in. “There isn’t a bathroom down here. Not even a bucket.”

  Her nose scrunches as she jerks her head back a few inches, the thought of using a bucket disgusting to her. If she thinks that’s bad, she would die with some of the stories I could tell. “A bucket? He’s not going to make you use a bucket.”

  “If I drink that water, I’ll need one quicker than I already do.”

  She pushes the bottle back through the hole. “I don’t think you’ll be down here that long. Drink some water at least.”

  I fidget with anticipation. “Did he say he was going to let me go?”

  I take the bottle of water when she offers it again, but her quick snort makes me take pause before I can twist the lid off.

  “I don’t think he has any plans to let you go, sweetheart.”

  “H-he’s going to kill me?” Why is that the first place my head goes even after he hurt himself and begged me to stop putting myself in harm’s way?

  "TJ isn't one to see out women to kill. If you're down here and not up there," she points to a rope hanging from a rafter I hadn't noticed before, "there's a good chance he's planning on keeping you, not hurting you."

  My throat works on a rough swallow at the sight of the menacing rope and the shadow it casts on the far wall.

  “Do you fuck girls?”

  “What?” My eyes snap from the noose to Xena.

  “Do you fuck girls?”