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I'm vaguely aware of water splashing in the background, the sound of the music on the lower deck seems to grow louder, spit drips down my chin as he begins to swell in my mouth. I hum again, giving him just what he needs to fall over the edge.
Alexi forces himself deeper down my throat, farther than any man has ever been as he starts to come. His abs flex as my air gets cut off.
I’m so wet, the ache between my legs is so unbearable that I pull back when the last bit of his come drops down my throat. Fumbling to my feet, I race downstairs to the nearest bathroom.
I slam the door before smacking my palms down on the counter, needing a cool surface to help bring me back to reality. I look up at my face in the mirror. My hair is a mess, lips swollen, my cheeks a deep crimson red. My eyes are bloodshot and full of tears from the brutal fucking my mouth just took.
The ache between my legs pulses. I clench my thighs together, attempting to force myself back to reality. A reality where another man forced me down on my knees for him.
Except this time, part of me liked it. I didn’t run because I was ashamed or embarrassed. I ran away because I enjoyed it, and that scares the ever-loving fuck out of me.
Chapter 26
After splashing some cold water on my face, alotof cold water, I compose myself and sneak out of the bathroom. I’m not sure where I’m going, all I know is I want to avoid people.
I head to the top enclosed deck when I notice the captain behind some windows. He’s an older man with white in his beard and bright blue eyes. Something about him seems inviting. Maybe he will let me hide away with him for the rest of the day.
Music is pumping downstairs, the sound of girls giggling by the pool can be heard from up here. I knock on the door, not wanting to be rude by invading his space.
He turns to me with a smile that reminds me of my uncle and some of the nervous energy in me settles. He waves for me to enter and I step inside.
“Umm..” I start, not fully knowing what to say, “do you mind if I hide out here for a little bit?” I ask him.
“Not at all, dear.” He presses a few buttons on the control panel before walking over to bring me a chair. The room is small but comfortable. There are a few snacks laid out on a table in the back. “Sit down and relax. There are some snacks the boys brought me on that back table if you’re hungry.”
His face is so gentle it takes a moment for me to register why I suddenly feel nauseous. “The boys?” I ask, confused. “As in the Kings?”
He chuckles like a grandpa, putting a hand over his stomach like I imagine Santa would. “Yes, dear, those boys.” He walks back to the wheel. “They treat me well, always making sure I’m fed and taken care of.”
“How do they take care of you? They don’t seem like the type to take care of other people,” I question, anger over what Alexi just did to me still burning bright. Not as bright as the arousal still dampening my shorts, but I’m choosing to ignore that.
“They keep my salary high for a very simple job. It’s enough for me to send back home to help my daughter.”
I relax back into the chair, having a hard time picturing the guys taking care of this old man. Honestly, I had no idea Alexi had the capability to care for anyone but himself.
“Where’s your daughter?”
“She’s back in Italy,” he says, turning back to the helm and guiding the boat in a different direction. “Ever since Damien hired me, he made sure part of my paychecks got sent to her. I think part of him always blamed himself for what happened.”
“Is she alright?” I ask, not wanting to pry but genuinely curious about what Damien could have done to her.
“Oh, she’s great, getting married next year to a wonderful man.” My interest has peaked though and I need to know more.
“Can I ask what happened?” He’s quiet for a moment. I’m about to tell him never mind, he doesn’t have to open up to a complete stranger who’s seeking to hide out from her bullies when he responds.
“There was an accident at the tracks. Damien was there that day. The man who used to employ me invited my daughter to the event. I didn’t want her to go, but he was very insistent. It turned out that man was Damien’s father.” He lets out a sigh before pushing forward, “Damien and his father have always had a strained relationship. His father would force him into competitions of all kinds and when he didn’t win, well, that part is his story to tell. That day on the tracks, his father challenged him to a race. Damien initially said yes, until his father pulled my daughter into the car with him. She was young and didn’t think of the risks. I…” he trails off for a moment, looking out at the water before continuing, “I put my job over my daughter's life,” he admits, almost as if he’s ashamed.
I stand, feeling like I need to offer him support. I may not know what happened, but I am well aware of the influence men with money hold over those without. I walk over to him and reach out a hand, placing it on his shoulder.
He’s still looking away from me, but I can see a small smile on his face. He takes a hand to cover mine and continues. “There was an accident. Damien’s father got himself out of the car without even looking back for my precious Yelena.” His voice cracks slightly, but something tells me he needs to finish this story. Not for me, but it makes me wonder if he’s ever spoken about it. Holding in that kind of blame and trauma can destroy a person.
“Damien ran right to the car. He burned his hand pretty badly ripping open the door. The medics were able to get her out with his help, but she spent eight months in the hospital healing from burns and crushed bones.”
My heart aches in my chest. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to watch someone you love go through that kind of suffering. Damien must blame himself for accepting the challenge, while her father blames himself for not speaking up.
I squeeze his shoulder. “We are not responsible for other people's choices,” I tell him softly. “I watched a man I don’t know murder my parents in cold blood. I did nothing, said nothing. I didn’t even move to help them. Instead, I hid,” I admit, for the first time out loud. “But that doesn’t mean I killed them, it doesn’t mean anyone is to blame except the man who pulled the trigger.”
He squeezes my hand before turning to hug me.
