I move, knowing I have one shot at this. I duck into the janitor closet, keeping the door cracked to wait for her to walk by.
Prue marches out of my mom’s office, turning toward where I stand. She strolls toward me and just when she steps in front of the door, I yank her inside with me, clasping my hand over her mouth.
She jerks against my hold, squirming and kicking at my shins. Her teeth bite into my palm and I hiss. My cock stiffens despite the fact this shouldn’t be hot.
“Stop. It’s just me,” I say into her ear, holding her tightly against me. She relaxes into my embrace. “You went to see my mom?” She nods, and I release my hold on her. She turns, facing me. “Why?”
“To tell her to make you leave me alone,” she snaps. “Ben, are you crazy? You need to stop. Just let me go. I made my decision.”
“It was a stupid fucking decision,” I say. “I’m not letting you sell your soul for me. Trust me, I’m not worth that much.”
“Maybe I didn’t do it for you,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. The space is tight, but her movement makes her tits push forward and I’m so close to giving up my plan just to slide my cock into her again. “Maybe this was all just me throwing a fit and acting out. Maybe I actually love Charles and you just got caught in the crossfire of one of our little spats.”
I laugh. “Jesus, Prue. You think I’m that dumb?” I press myself against her, holding her against the door. “You don’t love him.” My lips dip to her neck. “Probably don’t even love me, but I don’t need your love. I just need you to be safe.” I plant kisses along her neck. “And sadly, that means I have to do some terrible things.”
“Like what?” she asks softly, her breath increases with each kiss I place along her flesh.
I pull back, grinning. “Like kidnapping you.” Her eyes widen. “The more you resist, the easier it will be to sell. So put on your best act, baby. Our lives are on the line.”
I pull Prue from the supply closet, and she squirms, kicking my leg again. Part of me wants to believe she is just doing as I ask and trying to sell this as a kidnapping, but I know she never listens to me, so chances are she is just unhappy with my plan.
Why she thought I’d listen to her desperate plead for me to let her go, is amusing. But I guess I’ve spent the better part of the time we’ve known each other bending to her whims, so of course she’d think I’d obey her with this. Even though my desire to please her is sky high, it has its limits.
Like not letting her be unhappy for my own safety.
Jesus, I’m out of my fucking mind for this girl.
She opens her mouth to scream, as I drag her down the hallway, but I quickly cover her mouth with my hand again.
“If you don’t bite me, I promise to make you cum before I’m done with you,” I whisper in her ear.
She mumbles something against my hand that sounds a lot like asshole. I walk us both toward the exit. I can see Charles hanging around the corner with some of his jerk friends, waiting for her to finish up her meeting with my mother. Idiot didn’t think twice about her meeting a lady with the same last name as me. I’m glad. It means my mom will be left out of this for the time being.
I parked my car in a handicap spot, not that I can afford more bad karma, but desperate times. I hope whatever karma police are watching understand I’d never do that under ordinary circumstances. Lucky for me there are plenty of other handicap spots open.
She puts up a good fight in my arms as I pull her toward my car. Her elbows dig into my ribs, making me see white spots. Herteeth nip at my hand as her head bumps back against the stab wound on my shoulder.
I yank open the passenger side door, pushing her into it. The moment I take my hand off her mouth, she lets out a scream. I slam the door and watch for a moment as she struggles to open it. Grinning as she realizes she can’t get out, I walk around to the drive side and slide into the car.
She kicks at the door as if her tiny, little body could do any damage to my car.
“Ben. Don’t do this. Please. He will kill you.”
“I don’t really care if he does.” I shrug, starting up the car.
“What about me? He will kill me, Ben. Do you want him to kill me?”
“He won’t get the chance,” I say firmly. “Because I’m going to kill him first.”
The fear on her face is quickly replaced with anger. “Ben! Let me go! Please. Let me go!” she screams, thrashing around in my car.
People start to look over at us, and I know I’m running out of time before Charles realizes what is happening.
“Prue!” I yell back. “Stop.” The level my voice hits makes her freeze and my heart break. I don’t like yelling at her.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaking.
“You should’ve just listened to me.”
