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It felt like I had just fallen off a cliff. Pierce fucked me through the rolling waves of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of me with a sharp “Fuck,” and warm cum exploded onto my stomach.
Both of our chests were rising and falling in a quick procession.
A thin layer of sweat coated his skin. I rested my head on his chest, having no idea what to say now that it was over.
Pierce took my face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, before stepping away from me. As he got himself together, I stared at the dark carpet. It wasn’t shame I felt but mild embarrassment.
I wasn’t aware of the running water, or that he had walked across the room and gone through another door until he came back and pressed a warm rag between my legs. I let out a small sigh of relief; the warmth slightly eased the dull ache now between my thighs.
Neither of us said anything about the little bits of blood dotting the white rag, and for that I was grateful. It wasn’t something I wanted to make a big deal about.
“Get dressed,” he ordered as soon as he wiped his cum off me.
I felt his eyes burning holes into me the entire time it took to find my bra and re-clasp it, pull my dress up, and run my fingers through my messy hair before re-pinning it.
Spotting my thong on the ground, I reached for it, but Pierce snatched the little piece of pink fabric up and shoved it into his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I gaped at him. Did he want a souvenir?
“Did you think I would fuck you and send you on your way?” He held out a hand, and I took it.
That was verbatim of what I thought was going to happen, but I didn’t say so aloud. “What now, then?” Silence answered me. My sexual inexperience shined in the dark room.
“I’m taking you home.” I didn’t need to ask whose home he was referring to. Things had transpired past the point of no return, but I didn’t regret it.
I also couldn’t go with him. What was done was done, and we could both be on our merry way. That made me inwardly cringe. But there was the whole, I shouldn’t have let him fuck me, this is my father’s associate thing.
“You know I can’t go home with you.” More silence. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point. I felt so awkward. Did I give him a high-five? Smack his ass and say good game? If I had known I was going to have my first quickie, I would have consulted Sophia, a well-known escort, on what to do. She slept with strong men like Pierce all the time, but for money.
I risked a peek at him, catching a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. I wasn’t expecting what happened next. He didn’t give any warning or utter a single word. Not one little sound left his mouth when he wrapped his hand around my throat.
Panic began to set in when he started to squeeze, cutting off my air supply and starving my lungs.
“Don’t fight it, just let go,” he whispered in my ear.
I choked out something garbled in response, struggling fruitlessly to get him off me. I didn’t understand what the hell was happening. It was as if an entity had taken over his body. The sinister look on his face ingrained into my brain as everything went fuzzy before turning black.
CHAPTER TEN
Getting Willow out of Vitech had been easier than I thought. For a man so hell bent on protecting his girls, Seth had royally fucked up. Had this been my daughter, she would’ve had a fucking swarm of men around her, even if it was to brush her teeth or take a piss.
It wasn’t meant to happen this way.
Of course, I planned to fuck her. That part was inevitable. Strangling her wasn’t. But it was either that or pull a gun out and hope she willingly complied. I’d been around Willow too long and heard too many stories to risk it. My fucks given about hurting women were zero.
I wasn’t a rapist, and I didn’t go around terrorizing schoolteachers, but I didn’t let gender decide how weak or strong someone was. And Willow had a sweet face, the mouth of a sailor, and was as stubborn as a bull.
I eased my Maserati onto the interstate and headed for home. Willow was stretched out on my back seat, showing no signs of waking. My handprints were embellished into her skin. I liked seeing them there.
Truthfully, I had no idea what I was going to do with her. She wasn’t supposed to matter; she was meant to be disposable but the more I tried to find out about her, the less I knew.
