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And that fucking mouth.
Constantly spewing sass and filth, I want to fill it to shut her up. Yet it is so fucking beautiful. Those pouty pink lips would be gorgeous sliding up and down my cock as I fuck her throat. My hand wrapped so tightly around her neck, I can almost feel my cock through her flesh.
Unbuttoning my pants, I lean against the door and pull out my throbbing cock. Violently spitting in my hand and widening my stance, my hand firmly wraps around my cock and I quickly spread my saliva up and down my shaft.
My breathing is rapid as I continue to stroke my hand along my length. My hips flex to meet my strokes while I dream about slamming my cock down her throat. My hands firmly fisting her hair, while I fuck her throat so hard and fast that she can barely breath. Her hands bound behind her back as she willing lets me thoroughly use her.
A groan grows deep in my chest and sweat is glistening on my forearm, as I continue to slam my cock in and out of my fist. Knowing it is no comparison to that pretty little mouth of hers, I continue pumping towards my release.
“Fuck,” I growl.
My hips sputter as my cum spills across my hand, but all I can see is Ava eagerly swallowing every drop of me. Savoring it all.
Releasing my softening cock from my tight grip, I pull off my pants and shirt while walking towards the bathroom to clean up in the shower.
My words to her were not a lie. I would never take her unwillingly. That might do it for some men, but I want my women to give me control of them.
“What the fuck am I going to do with her,” I mumble to myself, knowing I cannot keep her. Especially if I cannot figure out how to be in control of myself around her.
The real question though, is what the fuck don’t I want to do with her?
ChapterTen
Avalie
My eyelids flutter when the sunlight hits my face. Stretching as I wake up, my body is stiff. When the realization of where I am hits me, I push my body off the floor and wedge my back against the wall.
I spent the night huddled in the corner behind the door. The little pocket knife in my hand, ready to defend myself if necessary – but I was left alone. Completely alone, except for someone sneaking in and placing a book and protein bar inside the door while I slept.
At some point I must have gotten tired and fallen asleep. I hear a door shut before footsteps travel across the hallway to my door. Renzo knocks and yells through the door, “Breakfast!”
“Fuck off, asshole,” I shout back, hoping he does not barge through the door.
“Suit yourself,” he grumbles. The sound of his footsteps fading as he walks down the hallway.
This little corner quickly becomes the only place in this room I use, other than the attached bathroom. I sit here all day and night, trying my hardest not to sleep. Terrified to leave myself vulnerable to these people.
Days pass and I am left alone, except for the morning and evening knocks from Renzo calling me for food. Maybe I would be more motivated to leave this room if someone did not keep sneaking food in here when I was sleeping.
My body is now sore from spending the last few nights on the hardwood floor.
Sitting in my spot, I have been planning and plotting my escape for the past two days – or more correctly how I ridiculously plan to use the pocket knife to ward off an entire mob family and get my freedom.
A gentle knock comes from the door. This is the first time he has come to my room in the middle of the day, and I am not prepared. There is slight jiggle of the handle on the door. My eyes fixated on the handle, I wait for it to turn and him to barge in. Instead, there is another gentle, quiet knock on the door. My hand slaps over my mouth in attempt to keep myself quiet, while my other trembling hand squeezes tightly around the small handle of the knife.
No matter how many times I planned this in my head, this is fucking terrifying.
The knob begins to turn, and with every millimeter it moves my heart rate increases ten-fold. As the door opens, my body presses against the wall. Ready to pounce, just waiting for my moment.
Renzo slowly steps into the room. Even with the door blocking my view, the distinct scent of that expensive woodsy cologne would give him away.
“I’m not asking this time Ava. I will carry your ass downstairs and force you to eat.”
When his body clears the door, I quietly lunge towards him. Catching him off-guard, his body presses into the wall as I fall against him. I am surprised at myself as I bring the knife up to his neck.
Standing on my toes, I press the blade just below his Adam’s apple. He is eerily calm as I press hard enough that the blade dimples his skin.
“I am going to leave,” I continue trying not to let him hear the fear in my voice, “and you are going to fucking let me go.”
