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"How do you know all of that? You didn't seem like you believed me in the office earlier. You wanted to wait for the police and make sure your driver was okay. What's changed?"
I nudge my chin toward the empty tripod. "I have some pictures and a video on my phone. I'm surprised you didn't see it."
The corner of his mouth turns up slightly. "Every time I get to the pictures, I get distracted by our little home movie. It's an award-winning performance. Would you like to see it?"
"I want to go home, Mr. Sanders."
"That's up to your father. Now, come here and show me." He pulls my phone out of his pocket, wagging it back and forth as he places it on the table.
Panties and my ripped shirt feel unnatural around Knox, like I shouldn't have any shred of clothing on, but taking them off feels like an open invitation for round two. Fuck, any movement around him feels like an invitation. Still, I take hesitant steps toward him.
"Don't be shy, Gemma." Knox chuckles, grabbing my wrist to easily pull me onto his lap. One hand firmly slips between my thighs, over my pussy, and the other around my throat. He snickers against my ear, sliding a finger between the lips of my pussy. The hairs of his goatee tickle the side of my face as he whispers, "I love the way you react to me, my touch. Don't be scared, Gemma. Enjoy it. It's alright. I won't tell anyone."
Knox uses the hand around my throat to squeeze tighter. My pussy, my body—it delights in every restricting motion. It lights up under his touch. I whimper as he dips his finger inside of my walls.
"That's right. Come for me, Gem. Also, pull up the pictures and videos you want to show me. I'll be watching you. Don't try anything stupid, or I'll snap this pretty little neck of yours." Knox's words come with him jerking my neck for good measure so he can watch me use the phone from over my shoulder.
CHAPTER 5
Knox
The way Gemma's back arches, grinding her hips against my crotch has my mind reeling from the possibilities of all that could be. I'm not stupid enough to think this can go beyond tonight. Eventually, I'll move on.
The consequences of tonight don't bother me one way or another. For what may come, I'll at least enjoy the tender pussy of a woman who gets wet off me just touching her. Gemma thrives off the danger, moaning as she writhes against me fingering her pussy. However, I need her to focus.
"Show it to me," I remind her as she comes, her essence coating my fingers. The sound of her moisture echoes around the small space, getting me hard and ready to fuck her all over again. I watch her closely as she swipes through pictures and videos.
Any videos of me or my name are no longer in the phone, but I left a clip of me fucking her over the back of the chair. It's five seconds at the most, her titties swaying in the camera with the bottom of her mouth forming the perfect ‘O’ from the climax.
"Don't distract me," I warn her. "Show me what you saw that changed your mind about Paulie and waiting for the police."
Finally, she pulls up a still image of the driver. It's from after the robbery. Once I see what I need to identify the asshole, I grab the phone and send the files to myself. I take one last look at the video of us fucking before I do what I know I have to. I manually reset the phone, erasing all of its contents and putting it face down on the table.
I shove Gemma onto the bed, ready to take that sweet pussy again when my phone vibrates and chimes. I snarl, glancing at the time. At nearly three in the morning, I know it has to be important. I remember the conversation with Clive from earlier.
Fuck.
"I'll be right back. Stay out of trouble," I tell Gemma as I slip her powered-off phone into my pocket and walk out of the shack.
"What?" I bark, swinging it open to see Clive standing there.
His stupid grin tells me he may know more about what I have inside than I need him to know. "I was just wondering about the food you sent me to get. I know you said to get the basement ready, but you know, security footage has you carrying in something a little less masculine than a hack taxi driver."
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I know you said you were robbed, but that little thing doesn't look like she can hold up a lemonade stand let alone get you to lie down on the pavement. Why don't you let me have a little sample or something for my trouble?"
My hand grips him by the throat, lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the door. "Leave now, Clive."
His words come out in a jumble of breaths as he struggles under the pressure of me choking him. He says, "I just figured it was a pro since you don't make friends. She's clearly not the asshole who robbed you. I mean, why shouldn't I get a go? I've been running errands for you all night and you haven't paid me yet. So?—"
I silence his words with a punch to the face, letting him drop to the ground as he clutches his face.
"Get the fuck out of here, Clive. There's nothing for you here. If I catch you around here again, I'll remind you why they call me the Sandman. You don't want to wake up in my basement."
"Shit, man. I just wanted some pussy. I think you broke my nose." He whimpers and clutches his bleeding face.
I flex my fingers in and out of a fist, glaring at him as he stumbles away from the vacant lot. "You're lucky that's all I did. Get the fuck out of here, Clive."
