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The pounding eventually stops, but not long after we hear thuds as if someone is trying to break down the door. Before I can react to what is happening, the door flies open. Jake rushes into the room, freezing as his eyes land on us. All he sees is some big ass motherfucker with his bartender up against the wall in the most vulnerable of positions with blood running down her chest and my chin. He starts yelling at me to let her go before hollering out of the door for security to hurry the fuck up.
Turning back to the reason I am here, I lean in so that only she can hear.
“I am not done with you, pup. You are mine now and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it. I cannot wait to feel this pussy milking my cock as I spill deep inside of you.”
Slamming my mouth to hers, I kiss her like a lover, but only for a moment.
Security walks into the office, so I set her down on her feet and make sure that she is covered and decent before backing away. I am then escorted from the building, through the front door no less, and told not to come back to the establishment or I will be arrested.
I don’t see how these fucks think they can keep me out but whatever. I did what I came here to do. Well mostly, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll finish what I started later.
Chuckling to myself, I adjust my clothing and run a hand through my hair to smooth it all down before wiping at my face, hoping to get as much of the blood off as possible. Ducking into the alley again, I see that the assholes from earlier are all still there and most definitely dead. Not wanting to get caught back here with them, I head across the street to hide out in the shadows until the bar closes for the night.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I start sending out texts to keep Momma Jo and my brothers in the loop. I shoot Momma a text first.
Hey Momma, I just wanted to chat about Andrea for a few minutes if you got time for a call. I know it's late, but I just freed up some time.
Waiting for a response, I return my phone to my pocket to take a look around.
Chapter seventeen
Andrea
Whatthefuckjusthappened? Jake is screaming, the head of security is screaming and D is just smirking at everyone. He gives zero fucks about being caught how we were.
Watching as two of the security guys escort D from the office, I am still frozen in place. Jake must think that I am traumatized once again because he comes over to me and wraps me in a hug. Smoothing down my hair while whispering something to me about how it's all going to be okay.
I really hate it when he does this. I am not a child. And not only that, but considering what happened earlier, he should know that I can take care of myself. While what happened with D wasn’t completely consensual, a lot of it was.
Unwinding myself from his arms and pushing him away, I try to reassure him.
“Jake, it's fine. I'm fine. You are way overreacting and honestly, it wasn't as bad as it looked. I had it under control. Mostly.”
Noticing that I am still half exposed to my boss, I try to fix my top a little better. But it seems to be ripped now and my girls won’t cooperate anymore, which makes me more uncomfortable than D has ever made me feel.
Jake doesn't believe me though, and digs his phone out of his pocket.
“Hun, I know what the fuck I just saw, and that did not look fine or under control. He had you held up against the wall and you are bleeding all over the damn place.”
Finally, looking away from me, he begins dialing 911.
“For the love of God, Jake, he is a friend. What you saw was some fucked up shit, yes. But it was consensual fucked up shit,” I lie, hoping that he doesn't pick up on it.
Setting his phone on the desk, he grabs a t-shirt with the bar's logo out of the drawer before walking over to hand it to me.
“Here, put this on at least. You are a mess and your top is ripped. No one should see you like this, let alone me, and we need to talk about this.”
Rolling my eyes, I take the hooded cape part of my costume off, dropping it to the floor before taking the shirt from his hands. I pull it on over my head and adjust it so that it covers everything. He then gestures to the couch, assuming that I will sit to talk.
I look at the spot where I was just sitting with D in between my legs and thoughts of his pierced tongue circling my clit come to mind full force. There is still a wet spot right where my ass was. My thighs clench as my eyes flutter closed, barely catching the moan that was making its way out.
Realizing that Jake is still staring at me, I just shake my head. “Nah, I think I will just stand. I am a bit antsy.”
“Okay, whatever makes you more comfortable. Can you tell me what the fuck happened since I left you in here?” he asks as he leans against his desk. The same desk that I was slammed down into with a cock grinding against my ass.
My God, I’m never going to be able to be in here again without thinking about all the ways I want to ride D and his monster cock.
Shaking the naughty thoughts from my head, I begin pacing the room.
