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“Yes, his belly will stay nice and full, if you let me spend the next…seven nights in your bed naked with you, letting me inside of you whenever and however I want.”
“Seven nights?” For Jordan’s life, that doesn’t seem like a lot to ask. But I’m not sure if I would survive seven nights with Eli.
My father always taught me that everything is a negotiation. Hopefully this is too. “One night,” I counter, and Eli barks out a laugh.
“Three nights. No less.”
“Three nights, but you…you have to show me proof that Jordan is alive with a date and timestamp every night before we…”
“Done. I prefer to keep an eye on my captives at all times. I’ll even give you a link to the live feed.”
“Great.” That really will be great. Maybe once I see Jordan there will be something around him to help me locate where he’s being held. Thinking fast, I add, “And…and you have to use condoms every single time.” After all, I don’t know where his dick has been, so I don’t want to catch anything and give it to Jordan. Because Iwillbe with Jordan again once this nightmare is over.
He’ll probably be traumatized by being held captive for days, and I’ll have to deal with the memories of Eli fucking me, but we can get through it. We can get through anything together. Jordan promised me…
“I also want three vetos,” I blurt out.
“Three vetos?”
“Yes. Three occasions that I can refuse you without any repercussions to me or Jordan.”
“One veto.”
Dammit. “Fine,” I huff since one is better than none.
“What else?” Eli asks as if anticipating more demands.
“You can’t kill me, like even accidentally.”
“Do you really think I would cut off your air for so long you would die?”
“Yes.”
“Well, what is there to stop me from killing you and then using your body however I want afterward?”
“You are a sick bastard,” I tell him and the way he blinks so hard is nearly a flinch. “Which is why I get to text a friend that if I don’t have a FaceTime call with her on Monday morning at eight a.m. then I’m dead and to call my father’s cell phone number.”
Eli scoffs. “Like you still remember Daddy’s number.”
“I do,” I lie. His shoulders fall like he believes me. And because of that, I know he won’t kill me. For some unknown reason, Eli doesn’t want my father to hate him. I don’t think he would care if Daddy took his life, but he doesn’t seem to want to disappoint him. Guess something has changed since the night he fucked me on the dining table before dinner, hoping we would get caught.
“After the third night, you let Jordan go, alive, unharmed, and you never go near him again.”
“Only if you keep up your end of the bargain.”
“I will.”
“And if you agree to say your goodbyes to the biker boy the morning he’s released and come back to Vegas with me that same day without kicking and screaming. Deal?” Eli holds out his large palm for me to shake.
I accept it, reluctantly, making my deal with the devil.
He squeezes my hand to the point of pain. “Say it, Maddie.”
“It’s a deal,” I grit out. “But if you don’t keep your word…”
“I know,” he agrees. Yanking me by my hand to him, he slams his lips over mine and swipes his tongue over them to try and wiggle inside. When I don’t let him, he pulls back and adds, “If I don’t keep my side of the deal, I’m a dead man after you tellDaddy I took your virginity on his dining table, and fucked your brains out for three nights before bringing you home to him?”
“No,” I reply. “I’ll kill you myself if you don’t let Jordan go unharmed.”
