Sin, page 25
“Do it,” I whimper, bringing a hand up to wrap around his neck. “Take me.”
The luxury of being with a man like Malcolm Asher is that this gun range is on his property. At the very back and near a secluded path, there’s a small structure holding one room, a divider with a small counter for the occupant to place its weapon, and a pulley system that goes back enough to challenge the shooter. That’s it. At the most three people fit inside comfortably, and the cameras inside go to his computer, not to the staff. No one but those he trusts the most practice here, and only with permission.
“You want my cock, little Twirl? Want me to fuck you?”
“Please.” My back arches, rubbing my ass against his length.
“Please what?” His fingers part my folds, rubbing against my entrance before moving to tap my clit. “Fuck you or let you shoot this gun? Make you come if you can hit the target between the eyes?”
“Both?” There’s no hesitation. Every time I think about him inside me, my heart speeds up and my pussy aches, but add a gun to that equation and it’s downright perverse. “Should we put it to the test?”
“Is that a challenge, love? You think you can handle both?” I don’t even have a second to sass him when his other hand loops the waistband of my pants and pushes them down over the swell of my ass. “Tell me.”
“I can.”
“Such a naughty little slut.” His hands press on the small of my back, leaning me over the railing. “Grab the gun and fire the first shot.”
“What do I get if I hit?” My hips gyrate once against him and I grab the Glock, cocking it. “Challenge me.” There’s something so dirty about this, and I want to push him. I want to be taken rough and quick.
The next thing I register is the sting of his palm on my right ass cheek and the heat that follows. “Concentrate, Twirl. Shoot.” My body reacts before my mind catches up and my finger pulls the trigger. I miss the target completely. “Again.”
The sounds of his belt coming undone fill my ears as I line the sights of the gun up. I try to push out the feel of his hand spreading me, of the hot head of his cock rubbing against my slick slit, but it’s futile when his low groan—that almost feral sound rumbles through him.
“Oh God…please!”
“Come on. Shoot.” I blow out a breath and fire just as Malcolm slams into me. I choke on my own breath at the overwhelming feeling of him. So good. So perfect. “Motherfucking perfect,” he says, echoing my thoughts. “Just think of it as an exercise of shooting from a moving car.”
“What?” I ask before he pulls out and slams back in, setting up a quick pace that jostles me. My arms go lax, head falling down as I get caught up in the pleasure. A hiss leaves me when his hand tangles into my hair and he pulls.
“You’re not concentrating.” I try to line the gun up again as his hips rotate, hitting an explosive part of me. “Hit the target and I’ll give you the release you need.”
“Fuck!” I fire, missing again, hitting the rotator chain. It ricochets, bouncing somewhere, but I’m not aware of my surroundings anymore. All I know and feel is him, his cock and his hold on me, his heavy breathing and the moans he utters in my ear.
“Again, baby. Focus or I’ll finish over your ass.” The next flex of his hips is fast and deep, stealing the very air from my lungs. “It’ll be a win for me. I love to see you wearing my seed.”
“Don’t you dare,” I grit out, focusing just long enough to empty the chamber. Every shot fires off in rapid succession, and I toss the gun away. Adrenaline pumps through me, my skin tingles with excitement—I’m trembling beneath him.
I’m so close. So close.
And it’s his next words that throw me over the edge.
“Good girl.”
That’s it. Two words and I clench around him while closing my eyes. I’m lost to him, to the feel of his every ridge rubbing my walls as he slams in a final time and comes deep within me. Spurt after spurt coats me—mixing with my own release as I slump forward.
Breathing is hard. Moving impossible, and yet, I still look at him from over my shoulder with a cheesy grin that matches his. “Best shooting lesson ever.”
Leaning forward, he catches my lips in a quick and harsh kiss. “You hit the target twice. Congrats, baby.”
“You’re going to get us into trouble, kid,” Gina says from beside me as we head toward the mansion where I met Malcolm. She’s driving the large cargo van I convinced Carmelo to lend me with the promise that it’s all to surprise his boss.
And technically, I’m not lying. This is all for him. Us.
To play a little. To pay him back for everything he’s done for me.
My Malcolm is a voyeur, and as such, gets off on watching. So tonight, after he gets home, I want those gorgeous green eyes on me while I touch myself. Make myself come with nothing but the sound of his voice and my fingers.
Something I never thought I would do or want to try with anyone else, but with him I want to experience it all. The sexy. The perverse. The dirty and even illegal.
Jesus, a lot has changed since that first dance. Since his fingertips dug themselves into my hips and he told me to twirl for him.
The setup at the club—the small stage and his throne—isn’t going to be hard to move. And I’m hoping that once I tell Liam what it’s for, he’ll be very receptive to letting me take it home with us. I’m sure someone there can load it up and one of the guards at the house can get it down.
“How much trouble?” I ask, taking a sip from my latte.
“Depends on how good of a mood he’s in later. They’ve been too quiet since being evicted, and that worries everyone.”
I’ve thought about this too. Why haven’t they tried to reach me? Show up and demand I give back the house and everything they had power over.
While on the private island, I learned the final judgement from the judge dealing with my case. I won. Everything is mine again, and they had to vacate before we returned to Chicago.
Since then they’ve gone underground. Hiding from everyone.
Yet I have a feeling that my man knows more than he lets on. That he’s biding his time before he strikes.
“We’ll make it quick. In and out mission here.” That appeases her as we pull up to the back of the house where the employee parking lot is. There’s usually one guy watching the lot at all times, but this one I’ve never seen before. He waves us in without asking to see our IDs.
“I take it you don’t know him?”
“No.” My eyes stay on his as we pass, trying to decipher my gut reaction of distrust. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Works for me.” Gina parks near the back entrance and waits for me to get out. Together we walk inside and head straight for Liam’s office. A few of the girls I met while here wave and I do the same, trying to ignore the naked state of their bodies. The tiny red welts one of them has down her arms and legs came from what I assume was a demonstration.
They’re heading back into the main lounge area, leaving just us alone back here. The door is slightly ajar when I reach it, and Stacy’s giggle meets my ear.
“You stop that,” she says, and all that follows is his grunt. It doesn’t sound like they’re having sex, but I look at Gina and tilt my head so she enters first. “Oh my God, Liam!” More laughter. “Keep those hands to yourself.”
“Knock, knock,” Gina calls out while tapping her knuckles on the door. “Can we come in, and are you decent?”
“Baby, go see who that is.” Liam’s voice is rougher than usual.
“Coming!” It’s hard to hold in my snort, but I do while Gina rolls her eyes. It doesn’t take more than a minute for Stacy to peek her head out, but when she spots me her polite smile turns into cheesiness. “Get your butt over here and give me a hug, stranger.”
“Hi to you too!” I laugh, walking in for the tight squeeze. “How have you been?”
“We’re good except for Liam. He’s a bit cranky after getting a root canal earlier today.”
“Am not!”
“Yeah, he is.” Stacy takes my hand and pulls me in behind her, leaving Gina to close the door. My eyes take her in then and notice this is the most clothing I’ve ever seen her wear: slacks, a cardigan, and a thin scarf around her neck. Like this, she looks like the average girl next door. When I look at her face again, she’s smirking. “Shut it. I had to drive him to and from his appointment. Tassels and a thong would be frowned upon by the uptight trolls out there.”
“Who are you…hello, Miss London.” Liam smiles at me and stands, coming around his desk to shake my hand. “How have you been, sweetheart? That Malcolm being good to you?”
“He’s perfect.”
He eyes me for any deceit and when he finds none, he gives me a nod to sit down. “Good. That makes me very happy, kid.”
I take the seat directly in front of his desk. His eyes are on mine as I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “First, I want to thank you for hiring me. For helping me the only way you knew how, Liam. My contract wasn’t like the rest of the employees here, and I appreciate that.”
“None needed.” He waves me off. “You’re one of the good ones, and while I knew the men here would salivate and it’d bring me money, I made sure it was at your pace. Your call to—”
“You didn’t have to,” I interrupt, because while he isn’t one hundred percent noble, his chance saved my life. Gave me an out. A path to leave or, how fate played it out, toward Malcolm. “I know money was involved, but knowing who my brother and father are, you stuck your neck out for me, and nothing in this world could repay that. Thank you.”
“Forget it.” He levels me with a look that says I won’t win. “Now, what can I do for you?”
“How hard would it be for you to gift me the items in Mr. Asher’s private room? For me to pick up my costumes?” I ask, sitting forward toward him. “I’m trying to surprise the man—”
“Done.”
“Thank you…oh my God!”
There’s blood everywhere. On me. On the walls. Oozing from the bullet hole in Liam’s head. Another three shots ring out and I throw myself to the ground. The person on the other side is hell-bent on emptying their clip before coming inside.
Screams come from what sounds like every direction. Stomping—it sounds like a scared herd of wildebeest racing through the mansion. Everyone here is running for their lives while this person continues to give us everything his weapon has.
My eyes find Gina’s and she’s reaching for her gun. “When I say the word, you duck behind his desk and don’t come out. Got it? No matter what, stay hidden.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t come out.” The fact she ignores my question fills me with dread—more so than the bullets flying throughout the room.
A shriek rents the air, and Stacy’s body hits the ground. She’s been hit in the shoulder and bleeding profusely. I crawl to her, ignoring Gina’s curse or the way she tries to block me with her body as best she can.
“Look at me,” I whisper to her, taking the loose scarf around her neck and using it to put pressure on the wound. “We need to get you with me behind his desk. Help me get us back there.”
“It hurts to breathe. I can’t.”
“You have no choice, or we all die.” My fingers are bathed in her blood. It’s dripping down my wrist as I hold the fabric in place. “We don’t have time to lose. Crawl and I’ll follow.”
Stacy takes ahold of the scarf and turns to crawl when the door is kicked open. Wood splinters and flies around the room. More shots are fired as Gina takes the first man down with a bullet to his neck. The one that follows manages to respond, but his shot barely misses her, and the flesh wound on her arm pisses her off.
The sound of empty shells falling fills the room and when all is said and done, the man is dead and so is the attendant from the employee parking area. He didn’t have the chance to shoot.
“London, we need to go now.”
“I can’t leave her here by herself!”
“I’ll be okay. Promise.” My eyes snap back to Stacy who’s already in motion; she’s unsteady but moving aside a discrete area of wall behind Liam’s dead body. It opens to a small cupboard-like notch in the wall where a human can hide inside. A tight fit, but she’s small enough to be comfortable. “Get out, sweetie. Listen to her and go.”
“Are you sure?” Adrenaline is pumping through my system. I’m jittery yet hyper alert.
“Go,” she urges, already slipping inside. “Save yourself.”
Those are Stacy’s last words; they slip past her lips mere seconds before another round of bullets comes from the direction of the other room.
I’m scared, shaking as I look over at Gina, but as soon as she mouths run…I do so.
36
THE WORLD AROUND ME dissolves into chaos.
Noise and destruction as I run out of the house with the unadulterated sense of fear lodging itself in my throat. Feet follow me—run behind me—but I can’t tell who it is.
It might be Gina.
Might be worse.
All I know is that I don’t look back. I run.
Run until the door opens with force, slamming against the outside concrete wall as I pass the threshold, and still I don’t stop.
All I know is that it’s not safe. That I must continue moving.
“Head to the car, London. Don’t look back and get inside.” Her words are comforting, give me hope as I hear the lock click on the van up ahead. The lights flash, and I extend a hand out to open the door.
I’m so close.
Just a little bit more…
The sound of screeching tires meets my ears, and the loud sound of a crash follows. From my periphery something—a large mass moves and falls to the ground, and it takes everything in me not to confirm my fears. In my heart I know it’s Gina.
“Don’t stop. Just don’t stop,” I mutter to myself, but the reaction is automatic, and I do so. She’s there. Just there. Lying a few feet from me and to the right, unconscious and unmoving. A sob catches in my throat and I turn toward her, wanting to help or make sure she’s breathing, when I am taken from behind.
Whoever bumps into me tackles me to the ground, and the hard pavement digs into my flesh. Breaks the skin.
A hiss escapes as pain shoots through my body and I buck my hips, try to wiggle out from beneath him. Because of that, there is no doubt.
It’s a man. A large man at that, and his scent is familiar.
Oh God. Please help me.
Panic churns within, and I scream.
“No one left to hear you, little sis. Yell all you want…it only excites me.” That’s the last thing I hear as he covers my mouth with a dirty rag, and all goes black.
Hushed whispers and the feel of the car I’m in meeting a large pothole awaken me. I have no idea how long I’ve been out or where we are at this point, and I pray that we’re still in Chicago. Darkness surrounds me, my body lying awkwardly on a bench seat inside of what I think is a van or truck, as I try to open my eyes.
I can’t. There’s something covering them, and my hands are tied behind my back.
Whatever road we’re on is in bad shape. In need of repairs, and with the areas that Alton likes to frequent, that could be anywhere.
He likes the dirty and dangerous. Where no one will bat an eye and calling the police is forbidden.
Criminals don’t snitch. They don’t involve themselves with what doesn’t concern them.
I’m a dead duck unless…
I wiggle a bit, just a discreet shift as to not draw attention to myself, and the low clink of my chain follows. It’s small, but I feel the locket move across the thin chain, letting me know it’s there.
That Malcolm has a way to find me.
I have to believe that.
That Stacy is alive and calling everyone she can. She knows Malcolm. The office must have his number somewhere. The fact that we won’t be home soon is also a reason to come looking.
He will find me. Everything will be okay.
It becomes my mantra as I’m driven God knows where and with whom. Because I know Alton’s not alone. The voices are a bit muffled, but I can pick apart his and Brittany’s. Not that it surprises me; she’s a piece of work and his follower. A sick individual.
But then again, sick fucks attract compatible individuals.
The car comes to a sudden stop then, and two doors open. A cool breeze fills the inside of the car’s cab and with it, I get a hint of water. That specific scent that comes from a large body of water. Fresh and clean with just a subtle hint of fish.
“Lake? But which one?” I mutter under my breath, but then go slack again when another door opens. This one is near my feet, and I’m taken out like a sack of potatoes. Swallowing my yelp takes heroic effort, but more so my grunt when I’m thrown over a shoulder that digs into my abdomen.
“Take her inside,” Alton says, and the man holding me tenses, his hand on the back of my ankle, clenching. “Go on. Wake my darling little sister up and secure her to the pole near the back.”
“I’m not your puppet or employee. Watch it, or I pull the plug on everything.” Agent Hayes? What the hell?
“My apologies, Agent. No reason to be so sensitive.”
Another car pulls up, tires screeching, and this time I’m not able to hide my automatic response. If Hayes notices my body tensing, he doesn’t say anything, but his tap to my leg is enough to make me still.
There’s no yelling. No demands to let me go. No shot being fired.
Instead, I hear a voice that sounds familiar, but I just can’t pinpoint. The person has heavy footsteps, clomping on the pavement until coming to a stop near where we stand. “As you predicted, the authorities are all over that place and no one has reported the girl missing. I’ve gone around the perimeter twice now, and it’s empty. No sign of Mr. Asher yet.”
“Good. Very good,” Alton says, and then Brittany giggles at something. “Let me know when he gets within the property line. I want her to watch me kill him.”
And then we’re moving.
