“You want me to fill your holes, don’t you, baby girl?”
She moaned desperately around my pulsing dick as my balls slapped against her chin.
“You want to be mine, don’t you? You want to be tied to that bed and only used when I keep to dump myself into you, don’t you, you little slut?”
“Brody,” she groaned.
I pulled my cock from her throat. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”
I pulled her off the floor and dragged her over to the couch. I sat down and pulled her over my knee, watching as that rotund ass of hers came into view. Her globes shimmered for me. Not a speck of hair to be seen on her body. I ran my hand over her skin and watched goosebumps spread across every inch I touched.
Then, I rose my hand up and smacked it against her skin.
“Ah!”
“That’s for talking with your mouth full.”
I spanked her on her other cheek, leaving a matching mark of my handprint.
“Brody!”
“That’s for letting people I haven’t vetted come to the hotel room.”
I spanked both of her cheeks, back to back, as she wiggled against my lap.
“And that’s just because I like watching you jiggle for me.”
I picked her up and tossed her into the air. As she squealed, she flipped around. Landing in my arms with her wide eyes staring up at me. I walked her into the bedroom. I tossed her to the mattress. And as her curves bounced for me, I stroked my cock. Slicking myself in her spit as she gained her bearings.
She wouldn't have them for long, though.
“Brody, I-I-I—”
“Popcorn.”
She blinked. “What?”
“If you need me to stop—for any reason—you say ‘popcorn.’ Got it?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“What’s the word, baby girl?”
“Popcorn.”
“Say it one more time.”
“Popcorn.”
I knelt on the bed and crawled for her, watching as her tits puckered behind her lacy bra.
“That’s right,” I growled.
I crashed our lips together and pinned her wrists above her head. I sucked on her lower lip. She rolled underneath me, seeking friction wherever she could get it. I raked my teeth down her neck. I sucked a dark blue mark against her pulse point. Drawing myself a map of every spot that made her jump as I kissed down her skin. I sucked a dark mark against her left breast. A mark in the dip of the right side of her waist. I sucked two dark mark against her hip bones as she giggled and groaned. Not knowing whether to laugh or cum at the stroking of my tongue.
“Brody. I-I—it—that tick— Oh, fuck!”
I spread her legs wide and took in how drenched her panties were. The dark wet marks called to my cock as it weeped against the sheets. I rose up. I scooted between her legs. I lined myself up with her entrance, doing nothing more than pulling those crimson red panties off to the side. I impaled her onto my dick, watching her back arch as I filled her to the brim. Her white streaks of arousal coated my cock as I gripped her hips and fucked her against me.
While she called out my name.
“Brody, yes! Please! Holy fuck. Don’t stop, Brody. Don't stop, Brody. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
I pulled out and flipped her over before she rose her hips in the air. I gripped her panties and tore them from her body, then tossed the tattered remains over my shoulder. She gasped as my cock filled her to the brim again. Her walls clamped around me as her face fell to the mattress. And when her reddened ass cheeks parted for me, that puckered hole came back into view.
Making me lick my thumb once more.
“By the time I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to move enough to answer the door for strangers tomorrow. You hear me?” I growled.
And as I eased my thumb into her asshole, she exploded around me.
“Such a needy slut. Cumming only at the feel of my thumb in your asshole. That’s it. Squeeze my cock, baby girl. Let me know how easy it is to get you off.”
“Oh, shit,” she whimpered.
Then, as her orgasm slowly died, I pulled my cock out. I shoved myself back in. I fucked her relentlessly, listening as she wailed out into the room. I buried my thumb into her. Stroking her in all the ways I knew she adored. Watching her fall apart, over and over again. Squeezing my cock. Milking my dick. Begging for me to cum as sweat permeated her skin. Making her glisten for my viewing pleasure.
“Not until I’m done with you,” I growled.
Then, I pulled out of all her holes and flipped her back around.
Because I felt like being back in her mouth again.
9
Abby
Two Weeks Later
I stood at the windows to the balcony, gazing out over Chicago. Two weeks. I’d been cooped up with Brody for two fucking weeks. And boy, had it been a doozy. He found my phone, for starters, which made him very upset. I had to smooth things over and play the “innocent girl” card in order to throw him off my scent just so I could go back to figuring out how to get myself out of this fucking mess. After my reservation in the penthouse ended, Brody booked it out. Moving us from the hotel suite he originally had back up to this massive penthouse. Granted, it had more space for me to roam. But I was still cooped up here. Waiting things out. Fucking around with some guy I barely knew while trying to figure out how the hell to get my hands on money that was owed to me.
But every time I asked a question, Brody evaded it.
I mean, he didn’t evade it. He just didn’t answer to the fullest extent I wanted him to. And too much poking and prodding always sent up red flags. None of which I wanted waving wildly in the air. I needed him on the outskirts of what I was trying to do. I needed him to stop being so damn protective for one second until I could weasel my way into Declan’s office. I had yet to convince Brody to let me come to the family’s brownstone. I had yet to really sit down with Declan and speak with him on how to go about arranging this monetary exchange.
Something kept gnawing at the back of my mind, though.
Something sinister.
He’s tricked you, Abigail.
My father’s voice called to me. Taunted me at night. With each passing day, I became mesmerized by Brody’s credit card. In awe of the total I could rack up without it kicking back on me. I’d purchased everything under the sun. Everything I could have ever wanted. Clothes. Lingerie. Fine foods. Bottles of expensive wine. Spa days. All of it, delivered to me. All of it, catered to me on someone’s bill other than my own. Some days, I forgot where I was. What I was doing. What my plans were.
Some days, I was so wrapped up in Brody that I’d forgotten life outside of these walls.
“How the hell has he done this to me?” I murmured to myself.
The sun shone through the dark clouds weighing heavily in the sky, storms brewing on the water’s edge. Threatening to destroy a perfectly good weekend. Down below, car horns honked. People cursed. Unaware of the trapped woman standing high above their heads. I was more confused than ever. I had come to Illinois with a plan. And somehow, I had gotten finagled into staying twice as long as I needed to without moving an inch closer to my goal.
He’s tricked you, Abigail.
I shook the voice from my head as a knock came at the door. I had to get out of this penthouse. Cabin fever was setting in. Hard. I spun around as the bodyguard Brody placed at the doorway came inside. Blocking my only entrance and exit from this place.
Unless I wanted to toss myself off the balcony.
“Ma’am, you have a guest.”
I furrowed my brow. “Who is it?”
“Were you not expecting someone?”
“She’s always expecting me, sir. Especially a woman with plans as cunning as hers.”
The sound of Liam’s voice sent shivers down my spine. I nodded for the bodyguard to move, but he looked apprehensive.
“Don’t be rude. Let the ma
n in,” I said.
“I have explicit instructions not to—”
I waved my hand in the air. “That’ll be all. Thank you.”
I cast the bodyguard a nasty look. And thank fuck, he eventually moved. His eyes cased Liam, and I couldn’t blame him. The slimy, disgusting little snake. I stared at him hard as he walked toward me. The bodyguard closed the massive doors leading into the penthouse. Liam approached me, hovering over me. His gaze penetrating my soul. His hands clasped behind his back.
And a grin playing upon his lips.
“I have something for you,” he said.
“It better be an apology after what you pulled,” I hissed.
“Is that really all you want when I come bearing what you’re owed?”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
His hands fell away from his back and he dropped a sack at my feet. My eyes bulged as I looked down at it. And quickly, my gaze whipped up to his.
“Go on. Open it up,” he said.
“What is this? What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you to open up the bag, gorgeous.”
I sneered at him silently but did as he asked. I bent down and loosened the top, only to see money staring back at me. Stacks of greenbacks. Twenties, fifties, and hundreds stacked to the brim. Filling the bag. I stuck my hand down into the pile and measured it. The stacks came all the way up to my elbow.
“Liam, there has to be at least—”
“$5,780,200. I took my fee off the top of the original seven million, of course. Which is what Brody willingly paid to have you released to him. Nice to know what you’re worth, huh?”
I blinked. There was way too much to process in that statement.
“That’s way more than we agreed to. Your fee, that is. And even then—”
He held his hand up. “I’m well aware that the daughter of Richard Callaghan is owed more than a mere seven million measly dollars. But I’m assuming you have no plan in place, right?”
“There was a plan until you snatched me right off the fucking street. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
He grinned. “You really shouldn't bite the hand of the one who feeds you. I’m sure Brody won’t enjoy knowing what his plaything has really been up to.”
“So, you’re going to kidnap me, take bunches of my money, tell me about this plan you probably don’t have, and then hold this entire scenario you’ve created over my head. Is that it?”
He paused. “Yes, come to think of it. It really is quite a plan, don’t you think? You should get better at making them, gorgeous.”
I snarled. “You won’t get away with this. You’re not bleeding me dry. I’ll get my money another way. I never should’ve come to you in the first fucking place.”
I kicked the bag over toward him before I turned my back. He didn’t like that, though. His hands came down onto my shoulders as he whipped me around. Barreled me back against the wall. And when I went to go yell for the bodyguard, he clapped his hand over my mouth.
“I had to make it look real, Abigail. You of all people should know the value of that. You needed to be scared. But I figured when we didn’t hurt you, you knew what was going on,” he crooned.
I shook his hand off my face. “Tell that to the bruises you left behind on my body.”
“Well, I didn’t do any permanent damage. Not like the guys wanted to, anyway. In some ways, I saved you from them. Even though you don’t realize it.”
A shiver slid down my spine. “You were there, weren’t you?”
“What, you didn’t think I’d let the Callaghan Family’s prized possession out of my sight, would you? What would my father have thought?”
“Did your father know about this? Did Patrick know about—”
His hand came down against my mouth again. “Ah, ah, ah. Much too loud, gorgeous.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Let go of me.”
My sounds were muffled, and I saw amusement rise behind Liam’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I said, let me go!”
“You’re a bit muffled. You want to try that one more time?”
I brought my knee up into his groin with force, and he caved. His eyes bulged and he gasped for air. The whole of him buckled as I slipped away, rushing for the kitchen. And when I heard him coming after me, I reached for the butcher knife stowed away in the cabinet.
“Come any closer, and you’re losing limbs,” I hissed.
Liam skidded to a halt in the kitchen. “You’re making a big mistake, Abigail.”
The bag of money hung from his hand just before he tossed it into my corner. If he thought I was keeping that money, he was as insane as I really thought he was.
“For the last time, it’s ‘Abby.’ And no. I’m really not.”
“Don’t you even want to hear my plan about how I’m going to get you out of this mess? I mean, really. Look at what you've gotten yourself into. So easily wooed by money. By muscles. By a decent-enough cock.”
The more he approached me, the more I backed up. Until I felt myself pressed against a wall again. Liam’s chuckle was mocking. Intimidating. Low and resounding. It felt like the whole of the universe was watching us. Watching me fuck up. Watching me screw my life up just a couple of weeks after my father’s death.
“Is it really a wonder why your father didn’t hand the business over to you? I mean, look at you. Backing yourself into your own corner,” Liam said.
I drew in a deep breath. “Get. The fuck. Out.”
“Now, see, if you were going to hurt me, you already would have.”
“Liam, I’m not playing with you. I’m n—mm!”
He moved as quick as lightning. For the stout man he was, he moved in flashes. Like strobe lights, obscuring my vision. His knee pressed between my legs and his hands pinned my wrists to the wall. Knocking the knife out of my hand. It clattered to the floor at my feet as he lifted his leg. Sliding his knee against the wall. Until I stood on nothing but my tiptoes, dangling from my shoulders.
As he kept my body pinned to the fucking wall.
“Liam, stop it. I will yell,” I said.
“Go on, then. Do it,” he said.
And when I didn’t, he let out the softest chuckle. One that made me want to claw his eyes out.
“You have to be strong in this world, Abby. You play the part of a consuming woman all too well. You let Brody distract you with that. With silky lingerie, spa days, and hairdos. You’re no better than any other woman any other man in this industry takes on. When you finally accept that about yourself, you can change it.”
I snarled. “I don’t take orders from you.”
“Well, I suppose that’s a good thing, then. Because you promised me a cut of your money, and I intend to see that money.”
“I’ll come up with my own plan. We’re finished.”
“Things are never finished once you enter into a contract with me.”
I struggled against him. “What? I never signed—”
His face approached mine. “A Callaghan’s word is their bond, right?”
My face paled as he regurgitated my father’s words back to me.
“I mean, really, Abigail. Look at you. Could you really see the head of the most powerful mob family in Chicago being you?”
“Help! Somebody help me!”
“Ah, there are those balls. Finally! A bit of a game to play.”
“He—”
He slammed his hand back over my mouth and whipped me around. He hoisted me up, slamming me down onto the kitchen island. I lost all breath in my lungs. My eyes widened as I found it hard to gasp for air. My hand trembled. I watched the world tilt as Liam’s face came into view. That sickening smile. Those empty eyes.
It wasn’t until I felt his hands traveling up the inside of my thigh that I reached down for his wrist.
“Over my dead body,” I rasped.
“I could arrange that, if you’d like,” he said.
I knocked his
hand away from my skin and he fisted my hair. He dragged me upright, my eyes level with his. Even as I sat on the fucking kitchen island. He forced himself between my legs. His raging cock was seated against my skin. I wanted to puke. As I brought my hands up, ready to jam my thumbs into his eyes, he blocked my every move. Laughing at me, as if I were some child he gained a bit of hilarity from.
“You have no way out, Abby. You have no plans to talk to Declan. No way to get your hands on any money you think you’re owed. You have no way out of this penthouse, no life support, no money of your own to flee with. Brody isn’t speaking with you about anything. He’s mesmerized you with his endless supply of money. And you’ve simply… given into it. Like the kept woman you are.”
Hot tears crested my eyes as I finally drew in a full breath. Ready to scream my lungs away if it got that damn bodyguard into this kitchen. But Liam gripped his hand around my throat. Cutting off my ability to speak.
“Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you,” he whispered.
Something fell into my lap. And as quick as lightning, Liam rushed away. Before I turned my head to figure out where the hell he was going, I heard his shoes clicking down the hallway. I slid off the kitchen island. I stumbled on my feet. I propped myself against a random chair, trying to figure out which way was up.
“Thank you, sir,” Liam said in the living room.
“Miss Abby?” the bodyguard called out.
My eyes fell to the small envelope on the floor. An envelope with my name on it. I scooped it up and quickly opened it as the bodyguards footsteps fell softly against the floor.
“Miss Abby, are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I called out.
I pulled out another cell phone and my jaw fell open. I slid my finger across the screen and found it was locked. A piece of paper fell to the floor and I bent down, picking it up with ease. And the words painted upon the cream ledger gave me pause.
You owe me a favor for this plan. I’ll call you later with the details.
L.
“Miss Abby?”
I quickly hid the phone and the note in the empty fruit bowl just before the bodyguard came around the corner.
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