“Fucking bitch, you’re doing that on purpose.”
“Yes.”
He pulled out of her only to slam inside. She cried out, arching up. The pleasure and pain combined together, shooting off nerve endings within her body that she didn’t know existed. “You know what I can do to you, baby. Don’t try to fight me.”
Nodding, she stared up at him. He released her hands but only long enough to capture both with his hands. Snake held onto her wrists, pressing them to the bed.
He began to withdraw from her body.
“Watch me, Jess. Watch my cock.”
Glancing down she saw his glistening cock, appear. He was naked, no condom.
“You’ve got to wear a condom. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
She opened her mouth to protest. He slammed inside, silencing her.
Snake didn’t stop there. He pounded inside her, bringing her to the peak of orgasm but not letting her go over the edge. There was no point in begging or screaming. She couldn’t voice her need as all she did was groan.
“Come over my cock, Jess.”
He let go of her hand to play with her clit. Two strokes of his fingers was all it took to have her spiraling into orgasm.
She shouted his name as he rammed into her three times. He pulled out, covering her body, his seed spurting onto her stomach as his own release caught him.
They were both panting.
Jessica knew she should be pissed. He used sex to silence her, the width of his cock to keep her quiet, yet she couldn’t be angry. Snake had pulled out. The risk was still there, but she was oddly touched.
Her life was getting way too complicated.
****
“This is interesting. Who’s Jessica?” Master asked.
Lydia lay on the floor, curled in a ball like he’d demanded. She shouldn’t have gone away with him. With all of his riches and smooth talking, he’d tricked her. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she looked up at him. The brand on her thigh hurt. He’d done it two days ago when her cell phone had started ringing. She’d completely forgotten about the phone until then.
He hated being interrupted during a session. The cell phone had interrupted him.
“She’s a friend.”
“A friend?”
“Back in Piston County.”
“A friend.” He started looking through her phone.
They were alone in his room, which was a first. He liked to have men come in and take her. She’d heard him tell the men she wasn’t anything special.
“Is this her?” he asked, showing her a picture of Jessica. It was one she’d taken at a picnic. Jessica wore a white summer dress that showcased her size sixteen curves. She knew Jessica’s size because she’d been the one to buy the damned dress. Her raven hair looked so dark while her eyes caught attention with the startling blue color. He kicked out at Lydia asking the same question.
“Yes, it’s her.”
He nodded. “Good. She’s pretty. Does she live in Piston County?”
She wanted to lie. If Master showed an interest it was only going to go badly for Jessica.
“Well, do you need another incentive to tell me the truth?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s her, and she lives in Piston County.”
“Well, well, well. It looks like that town gets more enjoyable every day.”
She was a horrible friend. The worst. She knew without a shadow of a doubt, she’d just brought pain to her friend.
Chapter Seven
Snake woke up to a head on his chest. He paused in stretching as it was the first time he’d ever woken up with a woman wrapped around him. Sure, he’d woken up next to women but rarely with them on him. Raven hair covered his chest, and he moved up the pillows so he was able to look down at her properly. She didn’t wake. Her arm was over his waist and her leg over his.
He expected to be struck by panic at the sight of her. Nothing happened.
Stroking her hair away from her face, he saw she was still in deep sleep. Her mouth partly opened with her breath fanning over his chest hair.
The blanket covered her body, and last night came back to him. After he’d come all over her stomach, they had taken a nice long shower, washing each other. He’d ordered Chinese takeout and was able to grab the order before one of his brothers stole it. They were vultures when it came to food.
They ate in bed with the television playing some kind of horror movie. Jessica had chuckled through it¸ bursting out laughing at the blood scenes. She was the first woman he’d been with who laughed at gory scenes.
When he’d asked her about it she explained how unrealistic it all was. Being a nurse in the accident and emergency department opened her eyes to the horror movies. They had it all wrong.