Hard Bastard(26)

I reached down, incredible with desire. I was dripping wet as he lapped me, working me, fingers fucking me, tongue licking me, lips sucking me. I held onto his hair as I worked my hips, pushing myself against him. He pushed back, moving faster, pushing farther inside of me, making me take him. I moaned, tipping my head back, not holding myself back anymore.

I wasn’t thinking about anything but the pure pleasure rolling through me. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Gage, his fingers inside of me, his mouth against my clit. He had me exactly like he said he would as I rolled my hips, getting closer, feeling it, needing it.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned. “Oh shit, Gage. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Make me come.”

“No,” he said, fingers sliding in and out.

“Gage,” I moaned.

He went back to licking me, sucking me, fucking me. I wanted his cock inside of me but his tongue felt so damn good against my clit I could hardly contain myself.

The orgasm washed over me. My whole body tensed and shuddered as I came in his mouth and he didn’t relent for a second. He kept sucking me, fucking me, pushing me over the edge deeper into pleasure.

Finally, slowly, he finished me. My orgasm passed and I laid there, panting, staring up at the ceiling.

He stood up, licking his fingers clean. “Don’t forget what I said. You’re mine, and I won’t let them touch what’s mine.”

He turned and walked toward the door.

“Don’t come back,” I said, surprising myself.

He paused.

“Don’t come back,” I repeated. “Just don’t.”

He didn’t say another word. His body was tense, but he didn’t look back. He simply left, shutting the door behind him.

I sat up, blinking. He was gone.

What just happened? One second I hated him, could barely stand the sight of him, and the next he had my panties off and he was licking my pussy. It was like he cast some kind of crazy spell over me that made me throw my underwear aside and let him do whatever he wanted.

But I got myself back. After the orgasm passed, all of those bad feelings came back, the fear and the betrayal. I couldn’t see him, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself do that.

I collapsed back onto the bed, shaking my head. What an insane day. I was exhausted from barely sleeping the night before and now this happens. I didn’t know what he meant by what he said, but for some reason I did feel a little more secure. Even though I never wanted to see him again, I still believed when he said that he would try and protect me. I didn’t want that from him, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bit relieved.

Still, I eventually got up, walked to the door, and closed all the locks.

The mafia was after me. I wasn’t taking any stupid chances.





Chapter 10





Gage





Three weeks later




I brought my bat down on the fucking asshole’s knee and he screamed.

“Fuck! Okay, please!”

“Okay?” I laughed. “Okay? You had your fucking chance, you stupid piece of shit.” I hit him again and he screamed.

Boris chuckled beside me.

“I’ll get the money,” he said, practically crying. “I’ll get it soon. I swear.”

“Do you believe him?” I asked Boris.

“Nope. I sure don’t.”

“Damn.” I looked back at the guy. He was in his fifties, balding and overweight with a trucker hat and baggy jeans. He looked like every other racist piece of shit redneck I knew. “If he believed you, then I would have let you go.”

“Please,” he begged.

“The problem is, you owe twenty thousand dollars. Twenty thousand! Not many people run up that kind of tab.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he sobbed.

“I know you couldn’t. I know. I get it. But unfortunately, you still made the mistake of making bets that you couldn’t pay back, and so here we are.”

“Under my mattress,” he said. “There’s five grand.”

I nodded at Boris. The guy’s trailer was a tiny piece of shit with garbage littered all over, but the mattress was easy enough to find. Boris came back a minute later holding a stack of cash.

“Looks more like four,” he said.

“Four is a good start,” I said to the guy.

“Please. I can get more.”

I smashed my bat down on his leg again, making him cry out in pain. “If that were true, you would have done it already.”

“What should we do with him?” Boris asked me.

“Loot the place. Take everything worth anything. Then we’ll dump this asshole two counties over and sell this piece of shit trailer.” I looked back at him. “And if I ever see you again, I will kill you. Do you get it?”