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Clive scurries off and I need to get back to Gemma to make sure she's not doing anything stupid like trying to escape. There's something inside of her, inside of that mind of hers that lures me in like a moth to a flame. Fantasies erupt, thinking of every way I can drag those orgasms out of her.
A smile etches across my face at the mere thought of spreading Gemma wide, handcuffing her to the bed and having my way with her. That smooth pussy is meant for me. It's also the reason my mind's wandering, failing to pay attention as I unlock the door to step inside the bedroom.
The blow of the collapsed table coming across my face forces me to step back, tripping over the threshold before hitting the back of my head against the ground. The room's spinning as it all fades to black.
It doesn't feel like I'm out for long, but when I come to, I fully expect Gemma to be gone and police officers raiding the little shack. Instead, she's standing above me, her gaze piercing me with those gorgeous green eyes.
I move to grab her when my wrists clink against the metal post of the bed. I'm furious but turned on at the same time. It takes every ounce of energy to not smile.
"What are you doing? Where are the cops?" My eyes dart around but all I see is her. I can't move my legs either. Fuck. It dawns on me that my clothes are gone too.
"Payback's a bitch, Sandman."
The grin on her face has seduction and mischief all over it. My head is still spinning and my mouth is dry. She steps away and comes back with a cup of water and a straw. I take a sip without any hesitation. I'm at peace with whatever she has in store.
"How do you feel?" she asks, tipping her head to the side.
"I'd feel great if you uncuffed me." The words leave my mouth, but my head sways with every syllable. Fuck. She's done something to me. "What the fuck? What?—"
Gemma grins. "What you're feeling is a heavy dose of motion sickness pills. I usually stock the cars for nauseous passengers. Thankfully, they dissolve easily in water. Thanks for feeding me, fucking me, and showing me such a good time. I think it's only right that I return the favor."
"What are you going to do?"
She answers by dipping her hand under my boxers, gripping my cock and stroking it awake. The way my mind's spinning, I'm not sure if it's real or if I'm hallucinating. The pleasure is real enough.
Gemma draws a moan out of me as she frees my erection, licking her lips before taking the tip into her mouth. My core tightens. A slight tremble ripples through my body.
"This isn't fair," I tell her with my words slipping. There's a cloudiness pounding into my head, but my cock is as hard as steel. My pulse races, wondering what she plans to do to me.
Gemma doesn't stop moving her mouth up and down. I want to run my fingers through her hair, slam my cock into the back of her throat. But, even if I weren't cuffed, the drugs swimming around make my arms feel as heavy as lead.
Just as soon as she starts, Gemma sucks, slurps, and releases my cock from her moist grip with a pop. She licks the tip with a smile and backs away. I finally see where my clothes went.
Gemma grins as she rolls my jeans down by the waistband. "It's not a bad fit, but seeing as you tore my shirt, I can't walk out of here topless. Thanks for the good times, Sanders. Enjoy."
"You can't leave me here like this," I complain, my words slur as I glance at my bobbing erection.
Gemma laughs and waltzes out of the room. Before I can say anything else, darkness clouds my vision again. Fuck, she's going to pay for this.
CHAPTER 6
Gemma
The first place I should go is to the police. As angry as I am at Knox, I'm even angrier with Paulie for siccing this guy on us. Pop has a role to play in this for hiring someone like Paulie too.
I have no idea where I am as I wander the streets of some random neighborhood. It doesn't take long for me to power on my phone. Thankfully, it still has a decent charge. After restoring the data deleted from my phone, I immediately go to the images and videos.
"Fuck," I huff, scrolling through the last files. The only thing I have is the pictures of Paulie and the robber along with the clipped version of our video. The crazy thing about the video is I can't be identified. A part of Knox's hand can be seen and the audio of us talking is gone.
I can't help but look around, wondering if Knox is free from his restraints. Instead of focusing on him, I call my father to come get me, and to say he's relieved is an understatement. It takes him a little over an hour to get to my location.
As soon as he pulls the car to a stop, he jumps out, taking me into his arms. "Gem, I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? We'll go to the police. Did you call them already?"
"Can you just bring me home? I don't want to talk about anything right now. Besides, I drugged him so we should have enough time to get out of here."
Pop stares at me like I have nine heads as he puts me in the car. "Why? How? Is he dead?"
"No, which means we're still on the hook for the money Paulie stole from him. We need to find Paulie. Did you have any luck scraping together the money?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.
