Chapter XLIX
When I come out of the shower, I see the clean bedding at the foot of the bed, and I head into the living room to finish watching the marathon, but the TV’s turned off, the lights are off, and she’s nowhere to be seen.
I pad gently up to her room and push in through the door, her back towards me.
“Vic,” I whisper out. Nothing, just the steady rise and fall of the covers wrapped around herself. I’d be surprised if she could actually breathe, considering how tightly cocooned she is. I don’t actually know what I’m thinking or why I’m here.Hey, you just wanked me off, and I liked it a little too much, so I walked away and had a cold shower, only to come back for another go, seems a bit shit, really. I sigh and turn, walking away.
I think I just totally fucked that up. I head downstairs and strip the bed. I head into the kitchen andthrow it into the washing machine. I might as well make myself useful, as there’s no way I’m going to go to sleep now. I feel shit, and I suck, and I just want to go back and roll her over and bury my face in her pussy so I can taste how sweet she is or bury my dick inside her till it feels like were the same person, and fuck I wish I knew what that feels like and my dick weeps at the thought of her tight pussy wrapped snuggly around me while she pulses her orgasms over me, and I groan. What the fuck am I doing, what the actual fuck?
How is this even my life? I’ve gone from a boring university professor with no prospects and no game to a kidnapping victim of a sexy assassin. Why the fuck am I questioning it all? She did this because she loves me, and I really feel something for her. Admittedly, most of that something seems to be in the groin area, but it’s a lot. I’ve never wanted anyone so much, not even my ex. She’s on my mind all the time. The mere thought of her has my dick weeping in my pants, and I’m in here washing fucking bedding like a loser. I want to storm in there and take what I want. I want to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and toss her down on my bed and make mad passionate love to her—no, I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so hard that she can only feel me for days, and I sigh because I’m going to stay here till the laundry’s done, and then I’ll go and make my bed and go to sleep because that’s the kind of boring fucker I am. I got swept up in the way she makes me feel. She makes me feel like I can rule the world. Like I’m the only one she sees or will ever see. She makes me feel invincible, and I kissed her on the fucking head and walked away.
I bang my head against the cupboard a few times while the washing finishes, and then I hang it in the utility. Tomorrow is a new day. I can fuck it up all over again. It’s not like we’re going anywhere, so hopefully, it will be like a reset, fingers crossed.
Vic
Chapter L
When I wake up, I don’t really want to go downstairs. I’m sure he’s probably gone anyway. I take a deep breath and head into the shower. Being careful of the wound on my side, I clean it the best I can and step out into the bedroom. I get fully dressed today. I put on one of Xav’s jogging suits to keep me hidden, safe out of view. I wear it like a protective suit, and I pull up my big girl pants and slam the walls well and truly back up. He’s my prisoner. He will go back to behaving like it instead of all this fucking flirting.
I slip into his room, sliding the collar gently around his neck. I clip it shut and walk away. I slip the laptop out and look, really investigate my situation. I need to keep us both safe, but I won’t be crossing the lines again.
After searching for information about the guys who came after me, I come up with nothing, just openseasoners, opportunists to make a quick quid, no one important. I know what they’re doing and how they work. They’re hoping the cannon fodder gets lucky and takes me out before they have to send in the big guns because I am the biggest gun, and coming after me will seriously cost them. They don’t know what I look like, but they will know I’m not going to be easy to take down. My reputation precedes me in our circles, so I grit my teeth and carry on with my search. The three have been named, but they’re just low-level thugs, as I thought, looking for a payday. It’s an insult, but it seems like a them problem to me.
I’m jolted from my thoughts. “Vic, what the fuck, Vic?” There's tugging and clanking before another shout. “Vic, let me the fuck out!” More clunking. “Ten, Ten, Ten, let me the fuck out.”
I shove into his room. “Don’t fucking call me that. I’m Vic. I am not fucking Ten!”
“Then why the fuck am I chained back up, Vic? Why?”
“Because I crossed the line, I blurred the mission, and for that, I’m sorry. It won’t fucking happen again. You are here for your own protection. Once the threat has passed, you will be released.”
“Vic, please, I’m sorry. Don’t fucking do this. I thought… I wanted… Vic, please.”
I walk away and head into the kitchen. I make us a small breakfast. I snatch the iPod that I put all his favourite jazz music on and the other books I brought him and toss them on the tray with his food. And I push back into his room. I leave the food on the drawers and walk out. As he runs for me, I step back just out of reach.
“Vic… why…?” He looks so confused, so upset, but he shouldn’t. he never actually liked me or wanted me. He just had nothing better to do. Well, now he does.
Jacob
Chapter LI
What the fuck happened? I woke up chained back to the wall. I thought we were going somewhere. I mean, she did what she did, and then…Fuck.What the hell is she thinking? I grab the tray, and it’s not back to prison food, but it’s not what we’ve been used to the last couple of days. She’s totally withdrawn from me now, and I don’t know how to get it back. I pull the iPod out, put it in my ears, and press play. She’s filled it with all my jazz albums, and I sigh. Fuck. Where did it go so wrong? She’s been really thoughtful. If we disregard the slight kidnapping incident, she has good intentions there, I’m sure of it. I’m lucky she got there when she did; otherwise, I’m positive I would have taken more of a beating. I’d only had a few slaps till she arrived.
I pull at the collar. It's irritating now, and I’m frustrated and angry.
“Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vi—”
“Will you stop fucking shouting? What the hell do you want.”
“A drink, please?”
She huffs and storms out of the room, returning, tossing the bottle of water on the bed, and storming off again. I grin and tuck it at the side of the bed. I wait ten minutes and then start again.
“Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vic… Vi—”
“What?” she snaps.
“Can I have a snack, please?”
