He couldn't speak with his mouth at work like this. But I knew he didn't need to. I could feel his demands in every urgent stroke, every twist of slick, strong power through my cream.#p#分页标题#e#
Give it up for me, babe. Come like the wanton fucking toy you are.
My body heard him, speaking in pure tongue-work, and it listened.
Surrender.
My thighs pinched against his cheeks. It didn't deter him one bit. He pushed his face into me with a growl, holding me up as my body exploded.
I screamed – yes, screamed – leaving a shrill shockwave rippling through the empty house as my pussy milked its pleasure on his mouth. His licks kept coming, tight and electric on my clit, a steady tempo through the explosion.
Christ, I needed something to claw. It was too much.
I reached for his shoulders, leaning backward, pinching my legs as tight as they would go as the fire swept me away. I gave him the orgasm I never wanted, the thing that made me a prisoner far more than his brute muscles or any vile deal my family cut.
When pleasure released its mad noose around my neck, I was weeping. I didn't realize it until I wondered why my breaths were coming so harsh. The stranger's grip had weakened and his face was gone, but I could hear him smacking his lips, licking at the traces of me remaining on his lips.
I jumped up. This time, he didn't stop me. I stumbled on the panties around my knees, then crouched, zipping them up and fixing my gown.
When I turned in a flurry, he was on his feet again, one shadowy hand raised to his mouth. “You got anything else to wear, or what?”
I cocked my head, suddenly thankful for the darkness. There was no stopping my pleasure spilling out when he savaged me, but at least he couldn't see my tears.
“Yeah, a little. I was in a rush when I packed and kept it light. I didn't expect to be here long...”
He gave a quick nod. “Damn straight. Throw it on and I'll help you downstairs. I'm happy with my little taste and now we need to hit the fucking road. No use hanging out in this shithole any longer than necessary.”
Okay, asshole, I thought. I glared through the darkness, not even acknowledging I heard him.
I felt his eyes on me as I paced the room, searching for my bag.
He cleared his throat. “Fuck, Anna. Don't be so damned shy. I can't see shit in the dark, same as you. But I felt enough with my hands and mouth to know you're a hot little piece, better than those desperate bitches at the casino...”
He stopped, as if he'd said too much. It wasn't like I cared. Gambling was one vice low on the list when I knew my father owned plenty of darker things off the books in his enterprise.
“Hurry up. I'll wait outside,” he growled, followed by his loud footsteps moving into the hallway.
I slipped into the beat up walk-in closet while I changed. It took me a few more minutes, silently cursing myself each time I slipped up while trying to wriggle into my jeans and sweater. Thank God I hadn't worn any shoes that needed to be tied.
When he heard my light footsteps behind him, he turned, reaching for my hand. “Car's outside. Get in and don't look back. I'll have one of my boys get your ass settled in. It'll be a little while before we meet again. Not too long, though.”
I winced, trying to see his face, wondering if he was dragging that horrible tongue over his lips, the same one he'd used to defile me. It was strange and frightening that he'd done all this without even seeing him.
I shouldn't have cared. What did it matter what he looked like?
He hadn't given me anything so far, and this stupid darkness made it worse. He pulled on my hand. We were almost to the staircase when I opened my mouth. “You know my name. Isn't it fair I should know yours?”
He paused. “David. You don't need to know more than that. Now, follow my lead carefully on these fucked up stairs.”#p#分页标题#e#
I did. It took us about a minute to get down to the ground floor. I was amazed we didn't slip and break our necks.
We moved toward the door. Halfway there, the small entryway to the kitchen held a new shadow. I screamed as a hand reached toward my head and caught my hair, almost yanking me out of David's grasp.
“You thieving motherfuckers!” I didn't understand. The man's breath stank bad, cheap liquor and vomit rolling through rotten teeth. “Where's it at, bitch? You took it, didn't you? Where's my fucking glass you stupid little leather winged –“
Snarling, David shot through the darkness. He was covering the man a second later, fists and feet blurring in the darkness as he pummeled the skinny shadow on the floor.
“Ow! Ah, fuck, man! Stop! I didn't mean no harm, I didn't know you was a –“ Another blow crunched his skull.
“Fucking junkie. You touch her again and you die, assuming you don't just bleed out here on this shitty floor. Not my fucking problem.”