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“You’re sweet, innocent, and kind. You came out here to do a favor for a woman who is a raging twat because you didn’t want your dad to have to do it. Even though you could have just told him what she was doing and get her ass in trouble. I’ve talked to your father. I understand the kind of man he is. He would never have been okay with you coming here. The bitch is jealous.”
The corners of her mouth tilt up. “My dad’s divorcing her. In a couple of months.”
The gears in my head start turning with a hideous idea. I would dismiss it, but I know how humans can be. I’ve seen the worst of humanity and can tell you, there is nothing scarier than human beings. “Does she know?”
“Know? About the divorce?” She thinks for a moment before she shrugs her shoulders. “I’m not really sure. Why?”
“Just a thought…it’s not fully formed yet.”
I start working the buttons on her shirt open. Once again her hands come up to hold my wrists. “Wha…what are you doing?”
Instead of answering her, I use a question of my own to distract her, “Is your stepmother on any of your father’s paperwork? Like insurance paperwork or stuff like that?”
It works because her fingers go slack where they are, “Um, I don’t…I don’t think so. I mean, if something happens to Dad, I’ll be next in line to inherit all his stuff. I guess, if something happens to me…it will all go to her then.”
I trace the edge of the cups covered in lace. I saw her tits before, but I didn’t get a good enough look. I could have this little thing naked for days to just look at her and it still wouldn’t be long enough. I tug one down and let the soft mound tumble out into my hands. Her breath catches and she tries to pull away. Our eyes meet as I bend my head forward and put the hard bud at the tip into my mouth. My other hand comes up to cover her mouth before she cries out.
At the same time, I skate my hand back under her skirt. I don’t play around teasing her this time. I jerk the material to the side and go right for her clit. This time…she’s going to give me what I want!
Chapter Nine
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Eden
I wrap my arms around him. It’s all I can do. His lips wrapped around my hard nipple makes my mind go empty and my body turn hot and molten. With every pull, I feel it not just where his mouth is but down deep in the bottom of my stomach and lower. Everything grows heavy and tight so that it feels like I’m going to break apart at any moment.
Thank God he has his hand over my mouth. His other hand is playing between my legs. Nimble fingers spread my lips wide as another finger slides over the bundle of nerves that have been tight and achy since the phone call interrupted us before. I suck in air through the narrow space I have between my nose and his palm and try to breathe through the building tension racking my body.
He doesn’t let up or give me a much-needed break. This time he’s going after what he wants. And there’s nothing I can do but give it to him. Because of the last time and the interruption, it doesn’t take long before I am past a breaking point, past help. He switches breasts, pulling down the cup of my bra with his teeth so he doesn’t have to stop playing with my clit or take his hand away from my mouth.
It's too much and I find my body tightening even further until I’m gasping into his hand and repeating his name over and over again, like a prayer, in an attempt to find some center, some form of control. I finally let out a muffled plea before my body stiffens in his arms, muscles locked against the oncoming sensations taking over my body. And then my world is going white, my body spasming around nothing but air, as my hips mimic the movement I assume would happen if we were having sex. I scream into his hand and arch my body offering him everything. Every part of me, both the seen and the unseen.
After, he slowly takes his hand from my mouth but not far, dropping it down to encircle my throat in a loose hold. My chest rises and falls as I take deep breaths to calm myself and try to fight what has already happened. I watch as he brings his fingers, the fingers he used to make my body break, to his mouth. Instead of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean, this time he uses his tongue to lick off the stickiness I left there. And they are covered.
He closes his eyes like he might be savoring what he drew forth from my body. When he opens his eyes, those dark blue cold chips of ice, he pins me with them making it impossible to look away. “Pussy this good…you’d burn the world down to keep safe.”
So…he is only protecting me because…I shake my head trying to clear the thoughts and doubts I have floating through my head. Is it me or is it because there aren’t any other options around? Is it only about sex, just the action of it all, that keeps me safe? If we had met each other in a different circumstance, would he still want me or would he think I’m too much work? Would he take one look and go for someone much prettier than me?
I can’t suss out all the what-ifs and convenience issues swirling around in my head. My eyes grow so heavy it’s hard to keep them open and even though I am far from being safe and sound, with Demon petting my pussy and mumbling sexy things in my ear, I find myself letting go of the stress and fear of the day.
“Rest. I’ll make sure you’re safe.” I want to tell him I don’t want to rest. I want to stay awake so I can see what is coming. I need to stay awake. “I’ll make sure nothing hurts you, angel.”
“Because of how good I taste.” The words are low and mumbled and I’m not even sure he heard them or can make them out.
He shocks me when he responds to my words, “Because you belong to me.”
The next thing I know, I’m being jerked from sleep by the sound of something blowing up. A deep, loud bassy boom echoes through the whole building and causes it to shake. My head comes up off Demon’s shoulder and I try to gain my feet, but he is there holding me to him. I’m not the only one who got disturbed as Cricket is standing and Adam is struggling to sit up.
“Calm down. It’s just the SWAT team.” Demon says it to me but it’s for the whole room.
“Are the crazy bastards trying to end the riot by blowing the god damned building down?” Cricket looks more worried than I’ve seen him since this all started. “It’s a sound way to stop the damned thing but we’re in here! Demon, I got one week, man. I got one week and I’m out. I don’t want The Man blowing my ass up before I taste the sweet fresh air of freedom again.”
I look to Demon, but he isn’t telling Cricket he’s crazy or there’s no need to panic. He isn’t putting any of those fears to rest. “You should try to sleep some more if you can.”
Yeah, right. The sound of shots being fired and men screaming rises through the air and echoes throughout the room. And then, everything goes painfully silent. Nothing. Not a shout or a scream, not the rap-tapping of gunfire, no more booms or shaking. It's even worse than all the noise. And the tension in the room ramps up. Everyone is just waiting, waiting to find out if someone is going to come tell us it’s all over, waiting for the doors to be breeched by hundreds of prisoners coming for us, waiting for…
The phone ringing causes us all to jump and Cricket yells out before sitting down heavily on the couch beside Adam. Demon picks the phone up and holds it to his ear. After a minute he rolls his eyes, “No shit.” He looks at us. “The breech didn’t work. They have one of the SWAT guys now and two of them have been shot.”
