When I pull out, she backs away the best she can. Saliva drips down out the side of her mouth, her pink lips are swollen from how rough I was, but the tears are no longer falling.
I need to taste her.
I pick her up from the floor, carrying her to her bed and tossing her down. It’s probably uncomfortable for her with her arms tied behind her, but she’ll soon forget. I grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down, but don’t bother with her thong as I move it to the side.
“Emris,” she breathes out in a moan as I blow on her perfect pussy, finding her dripping.
I want to fuck her hard and dirty. I want to take away her ability to think straight, so the way we feel together is the only thing she ever thinks about. But tonight isn’t about fucking—it’s about Brielle realizing she wants this. Wants me.
I part her pussy, and my eyes stay glued to it. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and you’re dripping wet. Is this all for me?” I’m not expecting a response, so when she says yes, it makes me feral.
Leaning forward, I lick her from her opening to her clit, and she jolts from the sensation. Not wasting any more time, I suck her clit into my mouth, and she can’t hold in the moan. The noises coming from her make my cock hard all over again despite only just coming. I gently push a finger into her pussy and moan at her taste. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
Ever.
She rocks her hips against my tongue, and I can tell by the way her body shudders she’s going to come, so I keep my fingers moving at a perfect pace inside her.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” she yells before she comes hard.
I give her a second to come down before I place a single kiss on her pussy and get up to untie her. She doesn’t say anything and won’t look at me.
“Stay here,” I tell her, walking to the bathroom and returning with a wet cloth. Spreading her legs, I clean her up before grabbing my shirt, putting it over her head, and covering her body.
We don’t need to talk right now, but I’m also not leaving. Not after what we just did.
Now, I need to hold her.
Flicking the light off, I climb back into the bed next to her. I try to stay awake until she falls asleep, but I can’t. Sleep takes over, and I welcome it for the first time in a long time.
17
BRIELLE
I waituntil his breathing evens out, then carefully slip out of the bed. Every few seconds, I pause, turning to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest. When I’m sure he’s asleep, I move to where his clothes are bundled up on the floor.
There’s only a small chance the keys to any of his fucking cars are in his pocket, but it’s worth a shot.
My fingers close around something hard, and I pull it free, not sure what it is. When I lift it with the tip of my fingers, I realize I’m holding a knife.My knife. The blade is covered in dark gunk.
“Jesus fuck!” I toss it on the carpet, my eyes flicking to Emris, who’s sprawled on the bed. Guess I’ll need a new knife when I get out of here.
I wait a few minutes before reaching for his pants again and checking the other pocket.
Jackpot.
I pull the keys from his pocket, and I can’t help the smile that grows on my face. Now the question is, do I leave while he’s asleep, or do I wait and come up with a game plan?
After what happened between us, I know I need to get away from him as soon as possible. Every second I spend around himis another second I can’t afford, because I refuse to feel these kinds of things for a man who kidnapped me.
I can’t.
Tomorrow. I’ll leave after Emris goes to bed. I’ll get the fuck out of this place and hope I can ditch the car and get a new one before he has a chance to catch up with me. I’m sure all his cars have GPS tracking like the last one did.
I rise from my spot on the floor and cross to the side of the bed I was on. Carefully, I lift the bottom edge of the mattress and shove the keys underneath. Then I ease myself back in bed, staying as close to the edge as possible.
My eyes fall closed, but sleep doesn’t find me. Counting sheep won’t do it, either. I roll onto my back and turn my head, watching the way his eyes flutter, and the way his lips only part a small amount. His scent surrounds me, and a part of me wishes we could’ve met differently. Maybe if I’d met him as any normal person would, this could’ve been something, but he took me against my will and won’t let me go. He won’t even tell mewhy,so there’s no chance I could be with someone like him. He’s not a good guy, and he’s definitely not someone you bring home to meet your parents. Not that I have any, but that’s not the point.
I keep my gaze fixed on him as my eyes start to droop closed. And when sleep finally takes me, the sound of a phone going off somewhere in the distance wakes me.
