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Talking to her must be enough to help push her over the edge. That, the gun in her pussy, and my fingers working her clit; all of it combined brings her to an orgasm that puts her others to shame.
Her body tenses and shudders as a strangled moan leaves her chest. The muscles in her core clamp down on the gun as her fingers tighten and squeeze into fists on the table. If the table wasn’t holding her weight, I don’t doubt she would’ve fallen to the floor with how powerful the orgasm is.
I watch her as she comes, slowing the pace of the gun inside her and my fingers on her clit. It’s only after she’s finished that I smirk and pull my pistol out of her. “There you go,” I tell her, slow in setting it on the table beside her—right in front of her face, so she can look at it and the slickness on its barrel, a sign of her pleasure. “Was that so hard, hmm? Now, don’t you move a muscle. It’s my turn to fuck that wet pussy, Thea.”
I work on my belt, then my pants, and soon enough my rock-hard cock is out and ready to fill that cunt. The moment I slam into her, my head leans back and my eyes close. I let out a single word, “Fuck,” before I turn into an animal claiming its mate.
The fucking I give her is legendary.
Chapter Eighteen – Thea
A part of me still can’t believe this is happening. I’m sitting in a booth by myself, in a club full of dimly-lit lights, a club much like the one I first met Silus in. Not a club where you go to dance the night away, but one where men typically come to drink and talk about business.
A glass of dark pop rests in front of me on the table, a black straw sticking out of it. I lean my head down and take a sip, and then I glance over my shoulder at Silus, who stands near the bar, a good thirty feet away.
The man watches me—which isn’t surprising, given I’m the only other person in the place besides the few goons he has stationed near the club’s entrance. I don’t know if he owns this place or if it’s one of the many businesses in his portfolio or whatever, and I don’t really care. The only thing I care about will hopefully join me soon.
It’s been five days since he said he’d arrange something for me and Max. Five whole days since Silus made a fool of me by getting me off with his stupid gun. I still can’t believe that happened. And what’s worse, I can’t believe how good it all felt.
God, it’s like when it comes to that man, all logic and reason gets thrown out of the window and I can’t think straight. It’s stupid. It doesn’t make sense. It’s asking for trouble in every sense of the word, and yet… I just can’t help myself. I turn into another person when I’m with him.
I stop looking at Silus over my shoulder and refocus on the pop in front of me. With a sigh, I take another sip, and then I poke the straw at the ice inside the glass. I don’t know how much time passes before we’re joined in the club by someone else.
Two someones, actually. One big someone and one small, familiar someone. The former hauls the latter across the club and pushes him into the seat across from me, checks me out, and then goes to join Silus near the bar, where he leans over the counter and grabs himself a glass and a bottle of some hard liquor.
Roark, Silus’s brother.
And the small someone he shoved into the booth opposite me? My brother.
“Max,” I say his name as I lean forward. “Are you okay?”
My brother groans, and he lifts his hands onto the table, showing me he’s handcuffed. “Yeah, I’m doing great. You know, just having the time of my freaking life,” he deadpans. “I see I’m the only one in chains, lucky me. Then again, I’m not sleeping with the man who kidnapped us, so…” He chuckles. “Maybe if I did, I’d get special treatment, too.”
I know my brother’s only making a joke—a terrible, awkward joke at that—but even if he was serious, I don’t think he’s Silus’s type.
When I don’t say a word, Max sighs and mutters, “This is all my fault. It was my dumb idea to begin with. You shouldn’t have to sell yourself out just to—”
“I’m not selling myself out,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder to look at Silus. He and Roark are talking and drinking near the bar. I can’t hear what they’re saying; they’re too hushed. I meet my brother’s light blue gaze and immediately see he’s skeptical. “What? I’m not.”
Max moves his hands so they’re resting on his lap instead of the table, and then he leans as close to the table as he can, staring at me all the while. “You’re sleeping with our kidnapper. If that’s not selling yourself out, I don’t know what is. I just hope you’re being smart. I hope you know it can’t go anywhere. We’re going to die once he gets tired of us… of you, really. So, no pressure.”
I shrug. “So, what do you want me to do, huh? You want me to stop selling myself out, or should I sell myself out more?” The expression my brother gives me as a response only makes me groan. “I tried to tell you the other day it’s not like that, but you obviously don’t believe me.”
He glances at the two men at the bar before he whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m just… a little on edge, I guess. Never been kidnapped before so I don’t know how this all works. But I do know how Silus McLean works. He’s never going to let us go. Maybe it’s all fun and games for you right now, but sooner or later he’s going to get tired of you, and then he’s going to throw us both away like trash.” Max pauses for dramatic effect. “Don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be trash.”
I’m not stupid. I realize he’s not wrong. Still, I can’t help but feel like Max doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Logic might say this is going to end with us both dead, but sometimes logic doesn’t lead to the right outcome.
“Well,” I say, “I hope you learned your lesson about kidnapping mafia bosses.”
Max chuckles, and then he shakes his head and says, “I did. If we make it out of this, I’m staying in my own lane. No more kidnapping anyone. I’ll leave that to the pros. My skills lie elsewhere.”
“Tell me about it. You can talk just about anyone into anything.” Like convincing me to drug someone so we can kidnap them and try to ransom them off to their enemy. I don’t say that part out loud, though; still hits too close to home.
He sighs. “Yeah. To think, I actually spoke with Cormac himself before Roark and his men found me.”
The news comes as a shock to me, and I find the only thing I can do is blink and ask, “You met Cormac? Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“I didn’t meet him. I did talk to him on the phone when I was with his guys. It was touch and go there for a bit. Being a little nobody and demanding to talk to the big boss ain’t easy, but I can sell a book of colors to a blind person. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if Silus was listening. He set up all that equipment, so—”
