“I don’t care about anything?” He sticks his face close to mine. “Is that what you think?” He grips my arm harder, shaking it. “Is that what you fucking think, Harley?”
“Vince, I was just angry-“
Vince throws me down on the couch, and stands over me. I feel small and insignificant with my entire body curled on the seat of the couch. Vince clenches his fists, defining his muscular forearms.
There’s a spark, deep in my core, that starts off so small I barely notice it at first. Vince is utterly terrifying right now, but I know, deep down, he’d never hurt me. Standing straight, with his chest puffed out, he exudes power. That, and his masculine body, create an intoxicating elixir.
“Why do you think I brought you here?” Vince asks, bending over. He grabs both of my shoulders, pinning me to the couch, and climbs on top of me. “I can’t leave you alone, Harley. I’m protecting you.”
There’s no softness in Vince’s voice, so I’m not deluded into thinking all is well because he’s still protecting me. But on that same note, all is not lost. I let my body soften into the couch. The sundress has ridden up my thighs, and Vince’s groin presses right into mine. The straps have fallen from my shoulders, and my tits threaten to spill out. Vince gets distracted by my body. I see the familiar flicker in his eyes. I can also feel his desire growing hard against my panties.
Vince is holding me down, so I can’t move my arms. I lift my hips slightly. Vince grunts, his nostrils flaring as my pubic bone brushes against his cock.
“Stop,” Vince growls, eyeing me sternly.
I bite my bottom lip, and press my hips up higher. Vince’s dick twitches in his pants. He’s unbelievably hard. I writhe back and forth, stimulating him and my clit in the process. He bends down, looking me straight in the eye.
“I said stop it,” he says. But once he’s close to me, he can’t help himself. He dips his mouth into the crevasse of my neck and tastes my skin. His warm tongue sends a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I throb with desire. Vince is all I need right now. Everything is fucked up, everything. It won’t be long until we have mobsters after us, trying to kill us. I need Vince to fill me up with his cock, to fuck me so hard I forget everything, if only for a few minutes.
Vince presses his hips hard against me. His firm bulge grinds against my slit, making me moisten my panties.
“I’m going to fuck you now because I have to,” Vince says. “It doesn’t change anything.”
I nod in fervent agreement, but in reality, I don’t care what he’s saying. I just need him now.
Vince bites my earlobe, and whispers, “If I don’t sink inside of you soon I’m going to explode.”
He kisses down my neck and chest. When he loosens his hold on my shoulder, I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around him. I dig my nails into his back, showing him how desperate I am. Vince grabs my arms again, and yanks them away from his body.
“You need to learn how to obey,” Vince says, harshly. “Don’t forget who’s boss.”
Oh, honey, I haven’t forgotten. I lay back obediently, wanting him to take this intensity out on me, to fuck it out of his system, to pound me so hard I forget my own name.
“You’ll lie there,” Vince says. “And you’ll do what I say.”
Vince releases his hands from around my wrist. Compliantly, I don’t reach for him, I don’t move. This seems to please Vince. He stands on his knees, then yanks my panties down to my ankles. Cool air brushes against my cunt, and I realize I’m sopping wet. Vince slips a finger up my slit, seeing for himself how excited he makes me. A smile flashes across his face, but it’s gone as soon as it arrives.
Vince grabs the hem of my skirt, holding it taut between both fists. What happens next takes only a few seconds. Vince pulls the dress completely up over my head, then rapidly knots it around my wrists. Before I know what’s happening, my hands are bound above my head. Vince gazes down on me with a satisfied smirk. He unzips his pants, and his cock uncoils into his hand. Grasping the shaft, he rubs the head against my inner thigh. I feel his pre-cum swirling on my extremely sensitive skin. Vince pinches both of my nipples, making them stand out hard and straight, then slips his arm under my waist and flips me on my belly.
“You went against me,” Vince growls.
I feel the force of his hand, hot and hard, against my bare ass. I cry out from the shock while my flesh quivers.
“Don’t ever disobey me again,” Vince warns.
His hand comes down again on the other side of my ass even harder than the last time. I shove my face into the couch, screaming. I imagine red handprints forming on my skin. I scream the last bit of air out of my lungs, and begin to pant. The sharp pain is gone, leaving a deep throbbing. Blood rushes even faster to my pussy, engorging my clit. I need him now.
I press my cheek into the cushion, and raise my ass up, inviting him to slip inside. Vince lays his hand on my lower back, pushing me back down, so my pelvis is flush with the couch. He holds me there while he mounts me from behind.
My pussy is so tight in this position, I feel every inch of him as he slides inside. He fills me so tightly I think I might burst. Vince lays his entire body on my back while his cock impales me. He plants his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place, then rears back, and slams into me.
The world shakes as pleasure explodes inside of me. I don’t need much more until I come. But Vince slows down, gently nipping at the skin between my shoulder blades. I’m panting hard beneath him, on the verge of begging him to fuck me and not stop. Vince pulls his hips back, his cock enticingly slipping half way out. Then very gently, he thrusts back inside.
I’m so close to coming, I feel like I’m going insane. Vince continues to rock gently on top of me. I know he’s doing this on purpose, to show he’s in control. He’s so heavy on top of me, I can’t move a muscle. There’s nothing I can do.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, fuck me.”
“What did you say?” Vince says, his mouth against my ear.
“Please. I’m so close.”
He slams his hips against me, but it’s not quite enough.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, tightly. I know he’s fighting his own urges too.
“Yes, Vince. Fuck me harder. Faster.”
To my despair, Vince pulls back, slipping out of me. Then in one fluid motion, he sits on the couch, grabs my waist, and pulls me into his lap. I face away from him, and my bound wrists rest on my head. Vince fondles my breasts, and dips his fingers down to my clit. I raise my hips, and find the tip of his solid cock. I start to sink down, when Vince grasps the tops of my thighs, holding me steady.
“You may be on top,” he whispers at my back. “But I’m still in charge.”
I curl my toes, itching to feel him inside of me again. His grip is strong on my thighs. He’s not letting me go anywhere. I finally give in to the fact that if I want this to happen, I have to relinquish control. I have to give it all to Vince. I look over my shoulder and nod.
Vince pulls me back against his chest, kissing my neck.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I should’ve listened to you.”
Vince wraps me tightly in his arms, and breathes gently against my ear. He wedges his hand on my clit, pressing as he slips his cock inside of me. A low growl emanates from his chest before he gives me exactly what I want.
The couch shakes violently beneath us as Vince fucks me, bringing to light every pleasure that was hidden just beyond my grasp. My vision fills with white light as an orgasm overtakes me, making every muscles spasm and exquisitely release. Vince keeps going, thrusting me in the air with his strong hips, slamming his cock inside of my body, making me come over and over again. He grabs the flesh at my lower belly, pulls me back against his chest, then fills me with his hot, pulsing cream.
I lie against his chest, disoriented and spent. Vince breathes heavily against my hair. Neither of us say anything. It doesn’t feel necessary to talk, or even possible. It’s as i
f words don’t exist any more. Vince turns me around in his lap to face him. I curl against his chest and breathe in his smell. We fall asleep like that, entwined together, the mess of our lovemaking seeping between our legs.
Vince
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Harley’s still sleeping when I wake up. I cover her in a blanket and leave her on the couch while I go to make breakfast.
Everything’s jumbled up. Nothing’s clear anymore. When I think about what Harley did, how she endangered her own life, I get so fucking angry I could punch a wall. I want to tell her to leave and never come back. I want to tell her it’s over. We had a good thing going, and she fucked it up all on her own. I can’t be with someone so reckless, not in my position.
From the kitchen, I can see her lying there. She sighs in her sleep, and lifts her arm over her head. This causes the blanket to fall down to her waist. Christ, her tits are beautiful in the bright morning sun. I lick my lips, thinking about the taste of her nipples.
Who am I kidding? I’m addicted to this girl. And I can’t leave her now that things have gotten dangerous.
I flip the pancakes and wait for them to cook on the other side. I know I should cut Harley some slack. She didn’t grow up in this life the way I did. She was raised in a small town American hamlet, the kind of place they showed in old movies, with a do-gooder father and quilting mother. She’s never been exposed to the darkness in the world. She doesn’t know you have to handle it with extreme care.
While I’m stacking the pancakes on the plate, Harley’s eyes blink open. She sits up slowly, holding the blanket tightly around her. She sniffs the air, then looks at me, sleepily. I give her a cautious smile, and she returns it.
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything at all. We sit at the table, drizzling syrup over our pancakes. I didn’t mean to be so rough with her last night. It had just happened. The thing is, I fucking loved it. Just thinking about her submitting to me makes me hard. But what does Harley think? Does she think I’m a monster?
“Really good,” she says, her mouth filled with pancake. She glances at me briefly, then turns shyly back to her plate.
I can’t stand this heaviness in the air, and I have to do something to clear it. Harley thinks I hate her, and for good reason. I was an asshole to her last night.
I clear my throat. Harley’s shoulders tense. She takes a quick sip of coffee.
“I have reasons for being so careful,” I say.
Harley’s hand flutters in the air. “Of course you do, Vince. I know I messed up-“
I grab her hand and squeeze it in my fist. “I need you to understand.”
I get up to grab my phone from the table. After swiping the screen, I open my camera roll. Nearly every picture is of Leo’s and Mateo’s kids, my niece and nephew. Harley coos and smiles at the screen.
“They’re adorable,” she says.
“They are. And I’d fucking kill for them.” I press the button at the top and the screen goes black. The smile falls from Harley’s face. “The last thing I want to do is leave them fatherless. You care about those girls in Unit A? I care about them too. But I have to protect my own first. I’ll do whatever I can to help those girls, but not at my family’s expense.” I drop my phone on the table with a clatter. “Growing up in this business, I saw plenty of kids lose their dads in wars fought by men like my father. I’ve seen how heavy that guilt can be. It weighed on my father everyday, and it drug him to his grave.”
Thinking about Pop makes a lump form in the back of my throat. I snap my mouth closed, shutting it down. Harley reaches out and grabs my hand. She strokes her fingers softly up my forearm. I feel myself relax a little. I wait for her to tell me it’s all going to be okay, or some other useless platitude, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sits with me in this cold heavy silence. She doesn’t leave me alone, which is just what I need. This is one of those times when I’d reach for the liquor, but with her here, I don’t need that.
“I understand,” she whispers softly against my ear. “I understand now.”
I shove away the half eaten plates of pancakes, and pick Harley up from her seat. The blanket slips away from her body as I carry her to the bedroom. Using a softer approach this time, I kiss every part of her before making slow, sweet love to her. I want her to feel the warmth she inspires inside of me, to know that even if I can’t say it, I love her.
I savor the way her wet pussy clings to my cock, inhale every moan that comes from her lips. I enjoy it while I can, because as of right now, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.
Chapter Thirteen
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Harley
Vince doesn’t want me to go to work. He doesn’t want me to leave his apartment at all. As much as I’d like to hide away with him, I can’t just quit my job. I remind him that I’ll be armed, and I’m trained to protect myself. Vince never really relents. He just realizes that I’ll do as I please. I don’t mind submitting to him in the bedroom, I don’t mind that at all actually, but in my daily life I’m in charge.
The first thing Walter asks is if Honor’s okay. I’m assure him she’s in a safe place, and being taken care of. Walter accepts this, then presses me further. He wants to know what will be done. I hate to tell him I don’t have a fucking clue.
“Could we not talk about it?” I ask. “Things have gotten pretty sticky now.”
Walter closes the cover on his tablet, and lays it to the side. “And this Vince guy, he’s taking care of everything?” I nod. Walter lowers his eyes. “And he’s taking care of you?”
“Yes,” I say, shaking my head. “When you saw him yesterday, it wasn’t under the best circumstances. He was pissed. He’s been working on Unit A for a while, and his plans were screwed up.”
“Uh-huh.” Walter cracks his knuckles. “You let him know that if he’s not good to you, he’ll have to answer to me.”
We get called to a gas station, where a drunk man is harassing the patrons outside. I’ve arrested this guy before, and I hate to arrest him again, but we have no choice but to book him for public intoxication. He’s homeless, and doesn’t have the resources to get clean. Throwing him in the drunk tank is the only thing we can do.
After bringing him into the station, I sit at my desk to start on the paperwork. I’m elbow deep in the tedious bureaucracy, when one of the other officers calls my name.
“Redding. This woman is here to see you.”
I tear my eyes away from the glowing computer screen, and squint at the woman standing in front of my desk. I recognize her immediately. It’s Jean Linden, Honor’s adoptive mother. She’s dabbing a balled up tissue to her eyes, but there are no real tears.
“Can I help you?” I ask, coldly professional.
“Yes, please,” she pleads. She makes a big show of blowing her nose in the tissue before pulling up a chair in front of my desk. “I need to file a missing person report. My daughter, she’s missing.” She pulls a photo of Honor from her purse, and lays it on my desk.
I should’ve known something like this was coming, but it still rattles my nerves. It also pisses me off. Jean doesn’t care about Honor, she only wants to exploit the poor girl. And she could do a better acting job. She’s trying too hard to be the concerned mother.
“Fine,” I mumble, and pull up the report template on my computer. “When’s the last time you saw her-“ I see Jean pull what looks to be a cigarette from her purse. “You can’t smoke in here.”
As the words are coming out of my mouth, Jean draws on the cigarette. The end of it lights up, and she blows a cloud of mint scented water vapor into my face.
“See, not smoke,” she says.
“I still don’t think that’s allowed.”
Jean looks past me, and raises the cigarette into the air. “Chief Rodel,” she yells. “Is this okay?”
I look back to Chief Rodel, who’s giving her a thumbs up. Seething, I turn back to the report. I go through the motions,
collecting the necessary details like name and age, even though I already know them, and I know where this ‘missing person’ is.
“When’s the last time you saw your daughter?” I ask, my voice tightening on the last words.
“Yesterday,” Jean answers, blowing out curling ribbons of vapor.
I shrug my shoulders dismissively. “Are you sure she’s not at a friend’s house?”
“I’m sure. Honey doesn’t have any close friends.”
“At sixteen years old, no close friends? That seems odd.”
“She’s a quiet girl. Very studious.”
“She’s also a teenager,” I say, pointedly. “She could have friends that you don’t know about.”
Jean leans back, eyeing me while she smokes the cigarette. My cubicle is beginning to fill with cloudy vapor.
“I’m very worried,” Jean says. “You see, we’ve been seeing strange cars around our place, cars that have no business being there. Someone was watching, waiting to take her.”
“Make and model?” I ask, calling her bluff.
Jean waves her hand in the air. “I couldn’t make it out. Listen, if you don’t help, we’ll find her on our own, and those responsible will pay.”
Are you threatening me? I want to ask. But I don’t. I don’t want to give away anything. I simply play the part of the cop that wants to help her find her daughter. I take Jean’s report, and send her to the sketch artist to get Honor’s picture drawn up. What other choice do I have? It won’t be long before there’s rumblings in the precinct about an officer threatening to undo their shady dealings with mobsters. The best thing for me to do is act normal, though internally, I’m freaking the fuck out.
Vince
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I’m just getting out of the shower when I hear the elevator doors ding and open. I’m not expecting Harley for a few hours, and she’s the only other person that has access to my penthouse. I wrap a towel around my waist, grab my glock from the nightstand, and walk slowly down the hallway.
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