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“Lift up your shirt. Show me those pretty little titties I’ve missed so much.”
“You’re on my arms,” I point out.
“My bad.” He releases his dick and repositions his knees so they’re pressing my arms into the floor even more.
Lucas lifts his ass up just enough to pull my t-shirt until it’s above my boobs, then he shoves my bra up as well. My nipples pebble from the cold air, drawing Lucas’ attention to them. I have to remind myself that I’m only going to get one shot to escape, and I need to make sure it’s the right time to make a move. I feel like I’m going to puke as he eyes my naked breasts, grinning like a madman as he fondles me.
“Don’t be coy, Jazz. I know you want it. And if you do an excellent job sucking my cock, I might trust you enough to let you use your hands. From what I’ve seen, your performance shouldn’t be a problem.” I fight my gag reflex when he rubs the head of his penis over my peaked tips, smearing his precum all over my skin.
I don’t know how I’m remaining so calm as he shifts his pelvis, bringing his dick closer to my face, but I’m thankful. The last thing I need right now is a panic attack.
“God, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to that video of you in the shower with Davenport.” He gives himself another long stroke. “Oh, speaking of... can’t forget to record this so that fucker can see how much you’re going to love having me inside of you.”
What?!
My eyes widen when Lucas pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and holds it up. “Say cheese, Jasmine.”
I blink rapidly as I’m blinded by the flash.
He turns the screen toward me, showing me the picture he took of my naked chest with his dick hovering above it. He makes sure I see him switch it to video mode before turning the screen back toward him.
“Open wide, you little slut.”
I pinch my lips together as he comes closer, turning my head away when his nasty dick touches my mouth. I can’t stop the gag
this time when I taste the salty wetness he left behind on my lips.
“Nuh-uh.” Lucas grabs my jaw and squeezes, forcing my head back to the center. I swear to God, it feels like he nearly cracked the bone. “Open your fucking mouth before I make you open it, bitch.”
Just when I think I might have to suffer through this so I can at least get the use of my arms back, his phone starts ringing.
“Fuck off!” he yells, silencing the ringer.
A moment later, it rings again, and he denies the call a second time. When it rings a third time, Lucas blanches when he looks down at the screen.
“Shit.” Lucas sits back, causing me to grunt when his weight drops on my stomach, but I’ll take that any day over his dick in my mouth. He slides his finger over the screen and holds the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” I can’t hear what the caller says, but Lucas gets more and more agitated as the conversation goes on. “No, sir. I was just having a little fun. Yes, sir. Yes, I understand. Of course.” His jaw drops. “Right now?! Um... sure.”
Both of our gazes swing to the approaching headlights glaring through the window. Who the hell is he talking to?
Lucas gulps, suddenly looking very scared. “Yes, sir. I see them.” He quickly tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. “Yes, I understand. I’ll step out of the car and leave Jasmine unharmed.”
Seriously, who the fuck is on the other line?
Lucas hangs up the call and mutters, “Fucking Taylor. He just had to play the goddamn saint. I’m going to kick that fucker’s ass.” His eyes narrow in my direction. “You got lucky tonight, but don’t think this is over. Your cunt is mine, bitch.”
I scoot out of the way as he hops over the console into the driver’s seat and exits the vehicle, leaving me behind. I put my clothing back into place as fast as possible as I watch Lucas approach the dark sedan. He exchanges a few words with the driver before he gets into the back seat, and they drive away. What in the hell is happening right now?
Right as I’m climbing out of the Escalade, the familiar hum of an engine greets me. I crouch down until I can be sure it’s not someone else I need to run from. As soon as I see Kingston’s Agera, I break into a sprint. He slams on the brakes, opening the door the moment the car comes to a complete stop. Kingston catches me mid-air as I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, but the momentum from my run forces us to the ground. I start sobbing uncontrollably into his neck as he smooths his hand down my back.
“How’d you know where to find me?” I hiccup.
“I got a text.” Kingston squeezes me and places a kiss on the side of my head. “I don’t know who sent it, but they said to get here fast and that you were in danger. I found your purse in the parking lot a minute beforehand, so I knew it wasn’t a joke.” He carefully palms my face and lifts my head up. “What happened, baby?”
I wipe the tears away from my eyes. “I’ll tell you, but please just get me out of here. I need to get out of here.”
Kingston nods. “Of course.”
As we leave the Windsor gates behind, I think about the first time I saw them and how screwed up my life has become since then. Kingston squeezes my hand, reminding me that something positive has come out of this new life as well. Someone once told me that you have to experience some bad to truly appreciate the good things in life. What I’d like to know is how many godawful things I need to experience before finally getting some peace? I’m so stinking exhausted fighting demons at every turn, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
