It smells like dust and mildew in here, but I’ve gotten used to it.
“I’m trying my hardest. I’m going to talk to them. I’ll get you out of here, eventually, but I need you on my side, okay? I know it’s my fault that you’re in this mess. I shouldn’t have convinced you to spend time with me,” he says. “But you don’t know what it’s like being on the run. I haven’t been with a woman in months. I saw you and… ah, never mind.”
“What?” I ask, out of curiosity.
I don’t know why I even ask. It’s stupid. This is my captor. I hate him with all my being… right?
“Tell me,” I say it again. God, maybe I have lost it. Maybe I’ve gone insane.
“I saw you every single morning, coming out of that house in those workout clothes. I had only seen women like you on television, or in movies. I didn’t think they actually existed. But there you were. I wanted you. I was being selfish and a little perverted. I fucked up,” he says.
I sigh angrily and say, “This pussy is off limits. Got it?”
“I hear you loud and clear,” he says, but he sits down next to me and cracks open the bottle of jack.
He reaches into the bag to pull out two glasses, and then reaches underneath the mattress. “There’s a hole down here. Keep everything in there. They won’t find anything. You can trust me on that.”
He pours two glasses of whiskey and hands me one. I could smash this over his head. I could use the broken pieces to slit his throat. But I don’t do it.
I sit and stare, wondering why he’s doing this to me. Why is he trying to be my friend? What does he have to gain?
“Cheers,” he says, holding his glass in the air. I actually clink it against his. Taking a sip, I bask in the sweet relief it gives. Compared to the pain I’ve been feeling lately, this is heaven.
We sit in silence, drinking. He lights a cigarette and opens the top while we smoke. Soon enough, we’re both drunk again, like the other night. Only, the circumstances are so much different.
“I wish I could turn back time,” he says. “And we could have just had fun together. We could have skipped going to the Silent Barn. If only.”
“Yeah,” I say. I lean my head against his shoulder, despite my brain telling me not to. It feels… good. I hate to say it.
He places his hand against my upper thigh, and I instantly jerk up. “What’re you doing?” I ask him.
“I’m sorry, I—” he jumps up and walks toward the stairs. “I’ll leave, sorry. I got a little ahead of myself, I—”
My heart twists the last bit of blood it has left stored.
“Please don’t go,” I say. “I don’t want to be alone. I feel like I have no one.”
“This is all my fault,” he says. “I can’t bear to see you like this. I fucked up, woman. I really fucked up.”
He stumbles a little, but catches himself against the dusty wall.
“Just sit for a minute, okay?” I ask him.
He walks over to the mattress and sits down next to me. I grab his hand and place it back on my thigh.
I gulp hard.
I don’t know what I’m doing. This is against all of my better judgment, but I do it anyway. His fingers lay firm around my skin, and I push his hand further up.
My breath is shaky. I close my eyes and breathe in deeper.
His hand falls firm against my panties, and he presses harder against my lips. He doesn’t say a word. Neither of us do.
We both know how crazy this is, but that doesn’t matter when we’re in the heat of the moment. The only thing that holds weight is our pleasure.
We’ve both suffered. He lost his best friend. I lost my freedom. Circumstances brought us together.
His fingers slip my panties to the side, and I know what’s about to happen.
I’m soaking wet. He’s too hard to handle. I can barely react before he’s on top of me, tongue snaking through my lips, folding over mine.
Wave after wave, I reach up and put my arms around him. He pulls in closer, cupping my breasts with one hand, the other unfolding me from the core.
Our tongues drag across one another, pulling at opposite directions. He thrusts forward, and I grab against his belt, the only thing keeping his pants on right now. I grab the buckle and I feel his hard flesh against my arm.
He rips off his shirt, and I’m face to face with those tattoos and that pack of abs, and I’m seriously doing this. It’s insane. It’s perfect. Oh, fuck, it’s everything, and I’m going to regret every second of it.
I unbuckle his pants, feeling his button pop out quickly. His pants fall to the floor and his cock stares right at me. I reach down, feel the hard warmth of flesh, but he pulls back and whispers, “Not yet. I want to make you come.”
I don’t know what to say. He’s already on his knees, ready for me.
Ron never ate me out. He never even tried to please me. Now, there’s this criminal who practically threw me down here, and he’s on his knees, mouth wet, and tongue ready.
He doesn’t wait for me to speak. He already knows what I want. My eyes are practically begging for it.
He pushes my legs back as I breathe in his scent. His strength is so overpowering. It takes me back.
Holding my legs close to his chest, he says, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
I feel him.
His tongue slides across my skin, near my lips, not quite there yet. He takes his time and groans hungrily.
I close my eyes and feeling his warm breath against my lips. “How long?” I ask.
He licks around me. I shiver slightly, and he stops to grin. “I know you saw me staring at you every morning during your little runs. I wish you didn’t stop doing it. My mornings suck without that view,” he says.
“I could feel your eyes staring at me,” I admit. “I was scared of you. I didn’t want to get sucked into something like—”
“Like this?” he interrupts, licking forward with more confidence. He licks around my lips, placing his mouth around me.
Finally, his tongue slides across my clit, and I push his head into my core, telling him, “Oh, fuck. Yes, Rowan.”
He slides two fingers inside me, and my jaw falls open. I spit down onto his meaty flesh, and he grows harder, using it as lube.
He eats me like a ripe fruit, tasting every single layer. Mouth attached to my clit, he sucks all my problems away.
My whole body feels electric. This is all so wrong, but I’m fully in his grasp, feeling his fingers inside of me, and watching his hand pump up and down.
A knot of pressure grows between my legs. I claw against his head, pulling him even closer to me. I want more of him.
I want to lose myself to him.
He pulls back and curls his fingers against my g-spot. I give a guttural response and cry out as I feel tiny prickles all over my body.
The knot inside me grows bigger until it feels as if it is about to burst. Everything within that knot is emotional, pleasurable, and timeless. Once it pops, all that’s incredible will be released and I’ll be his forever.
This is the strongest weapon he has against me. I never knew he’d be like this. I didn’t think men were trained well enough to care about how a woman feels, or how her body works for that matter.
Rowan is different. He’s bad to the core, but that’s what makes him so good at what he does. He’s a survivor, and he’s bringing me along for the ride.
“I could eat you for hours,” he says, fingering me harder.
He presses my button and smiles, sliding his tongue across my clit one last time. I tense up and release.
My pussy closes around his knuckles, over and over again. Clenching and opening.
“There we go,” he says.
I’m speechless. I can’t say anything, let alone move my body.
My toes curl. Everything curls, clenches, and moves inside my body.
He uses my wetness around his shaft and quickly moves his hand up and down, while fing
ering me with his other fingers.
Finally, when I’m practically out of my head, he bends his rock hard body and kisses me deeply.
My orgasm hits me, hard.
“Come,” I find myself whispering, as I’m doing just that.
I’m coming wildly, and it’s spreading deep inside of me. This is the core of my being, falling away from me, in his hands.
His muscles bulge, and he seems to glow, even in this darkness. He gives a loud bellow, and I feel his hot cum shoot across my pussy.
He sighs loudly, still kissing me. His tongue forces in deeper as our lips smash against one another.
When it’s over, he continues to kiss me, something Ron never thought to do. It used to be, he came and immediately fell asleep, or he turned on the TV. It’s a cliché and unfortunately, it used to be my life.
When Rowan’s done with me, he falls to my side and pushes down my body. He kisses my ass cheek and lightly bites the skin. “Fuck. Can we do this every night?” he asks me, smiling.
My captor just ate my pussy, and I loved it.
This is so fucked.
15
Rowan
I’ve gone and done the worst thing I could have done.
I fucked the woman next door.
Well, in a way it was kind of the best thing I could have done. The worst will be when the guys find out and put me down here with her.
Wait, I’m not sure if that would be all that bad, now that I think about it.
I spend the night with her, despite my better judgment. Body against body, I’m enveloped in her scent, the way her skin feels when I place my lips against it, and the way she tastes when I go down on her again.
I can’t help myself.
When I’m with her, I want everything from her. I want to feel her legs around my face. I want to suck around the tight skin near her pelvis. I want to kiss her bellybutton and feel her wriggle away from me as she laughs.
This is all crazy shit, I know. I should just be able to come and move on. But even after I get my rocks off, I want more.
What kind of power does this woman hold?
“This is insane,” she says, waking up at early dawn.
I open my eyes slowly and see the sun’s rays coming in through the roof.
“Shit, it’s morning? We fell asleep. Ah, fuck,” I say, rubbing my eyes. It smells like sex down here. Cigarettes, sex, and whisky. This is my kind of a dungeon.
I look over at her chains, which are still off and laying off to the side. “Why didn’t you leave?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Because I thought you might think of a better plan than running back home,” she says. “I’m guessing you didn’t?”
“Nah, babe,” I say, smiling. “I’m good at acting on the spot, but as far as the future goes. Fuck it. That’s my motto.”
“Great motto,” she says. “So now what? Think on your toes, jerk.”
“Woman, did I not give you the time of your life last night?” I ask.
“Right,” she rolls her eyes. “The time of my life. Wonderful. So I’m stuck down here forever.”
I cough and grab at a cigarette. “Look, I should go,” I say. The look in her eyes haunts me. It’s pure terror. “But I’m going to come back here every night. Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
I’m sure it’s not much consolation, but I know these dudes. They’re tough, and they don’t give a shit about some yuppie from the Pennsylvania. They care about money, killing, and fucking. That’s about it. I’ll need some time before I get her out of this mess.
“You’re just going to leave me?” she asks, tears filling her eyes. “So, we both came, and now you feel good about yourself, so you leave me to die?”
“Have you listened to a word I’ve told you?” I ask her. “You ain’t going to die. Not yet, at least. I’ll protect you. You just have to trust me.”
“You’re a snake,” she sneers. “You disgust me. I don’t want anything to do with you, or your stupid little gang. You deserve to be hunted down.”
“Okay. Fine. I deserve all that and more,” I say.
“So, let me go,” she pleads. “Let me out. I promise, I won’t say anything.”
“I wasn’t okay with putting you down here in the first place,” I tell her. “I have to follow their lead. I’m practically nothing at this point. I’m a pile of shit on the side of the road. All of the gangs are probably trying to find me now. I’m like you.”
The idea hits me straight in the fucking face. I’m like her.
I may not be locked up at the bottom of some cellar, but I’m hunted. I’m shackled. Only, my chains aren’t physical. My chains are the head that arrived on my doorstep the other day. My chain is watching my gang slowly disappear into oblivion.
Where’s the contact from any of them? They were supposed to give me word about what was happening. That’s the protocol for this sort of thing. Yet, there’s radio silence. Nothing. Not even one letter.
We both fall silent at this realization. “I’m sorry about your friend,” she says with enough honesty for me to believe her.
“It’s okay. Shit happens. It’s always a possibility,” I say. “Death is always lurking.”
“Just don’t let me get hurt. Get me out of here. Please,” she begs.
And when I look in her eyes, I have to feel sorry for her. I have to give her my word.
“I promise I’ll fix this,” I tell her. “They’ll be here soon. I’ll see you later. Swear on my life.”
She falls against the mattress, and I lock her chains around her wrists again. It’s not what I want to be doing right now. I’m heartless, but I’m not so heartless as to keep a woman down here against her will. Putting the chains back on makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I turn and leave, taking the key. This is hard. I think I like this woman, oddly enough. She’s got a different perspective from the rest of the women around me. She actually listens to me. Women never listen to me.
When I’m outside the hole, I lock it up and turn toward my car. In just a few seconds, I see the dust flying up over two motorcycles.
Instinct kicks in. I grab my gun, but I quickly realize it’s no threat. It’s Andy and Jeffco.
“Fancy finding you two here,” I tell them.
“Shut the hell up,” Jeffco says. “Have you checked on her?”
“Nah. Just got here myself. I heard her screaming something a second ago. I think she heard me roll up,” I tell them, carefully reading their eye movements.
Are they on to me? So far, it doesn’t seem like it. They look completely clueless, as usual.
“Well, that’s to be expected,” he says, walking toward the door in the ground.
“What’re we going to do with her?” I ask them. “What’s the plan?”
Jeffco stops and turns to me, grabbing his revolver. “Well, I reckon we have some fun,” he smiles. “We’ll see what happens in a few days, I guess.”
“You want to kill her? Is that what you’re saying?” I ask him.
“I’m saying, we’ll find out later. Jesus, what’s gotten into you, brother? You’re starting to worry me a little with all that talk,” he says.
Fucking bastard.
“I’m just getting antsy, is all. I want this shit to blow over. I’m still thinking about Ash,” I say.
My heart is actually beating quite hard against my sternum.
Ash. Shit, this whole thing is fucked up to the core. There’s no good in my life right now. Not much to smile about. I can’t get any satisfaction.
I’m doomed. She’s doomed. Fuck, we’re all doomed out here with the vultures.
Jeffco knocks at the top of the wood and opens it up. “Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey,” he smiles, holding his gun near his chest.
I hear her scream, and my body grows ice cold with adrenaline. I want to rip that bastard’s beard off and shove it in his mouth, right down his throat. Does he really think he can mess with my girl?
“Fuck off, Jeffco,” I say. “You think I give a shit about her?”
I say those words aloud, but they pain me to say them. She doesn’t deserve this treatment, or any of the head games.
“I’m just fucking around,” he says. “How you holding up, woman?”
“My name is Caroline,” she says, gritting her teeth.
I look down at them, making sure Jeffco keeps his hands off her, and his gun away from her.
“Caroline. Such a pretty name,” he sighs. “Well, I came to check up on you. Here’s your water for the day and some food, too. I know it’s not much, but it’ll have to do.”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says.
“Shit, just go against the wall. It’s fine. Ain’t no one looking,” he says.
“She needs to go to the fucking bathroom, Jeffco,” I say it louder to him, so he gets the picture. “Take her out. It won’t kill you.”
“Fuck. Okay, fine. Here you go.” He unlocks her and pushes her out.
He keeps his gun steady on her, but I motion for him to put it down.
“She’s not going to make a run for it, Jeffco,” I say. “She’s just a sheltered woman from far away. She doesn’t know how to survive out here alone.”
“I reckon you’re right,” he says. “Okay, go. Do your thing,” he says. “But we’re watching you.”
“Perverts,” she whispers.
She goes out into the desert and ducks behind a few bushes.
“Look, guys.” I turn to them. “How long are we going to keep her down there, really?”
Andy turns to me and spits into the warm dirt. “However long we need,” he says. “I’m not going back to prison anytime soon. I gave my oath I would protect your dumb ass.”
“Jeffco? What are you thinking?” I ask him.
“I don’t give a damn. She can stay down there her whole life for all I care,” he says.
Finally, he thinks about it for a minute and asks, “It doesn’t look good for her, does it?”
“What do you mean?” I ask him.
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