Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Is that what you were doing with Hector this morning? Letting him enjoy your tight little asshole?”
“What?” She gasped, straightening her spine. “No! Hector and I aren’t like that!”
“I need names and locations of all the high-ranking officers in his human trafficking operation.” He removed his hand from her and freed his cock.
“Why are you—?
“Stop bullshitting me, Tula. I want the truth.”
“He’s not in that business. He says it’s not profitable and—” She went still, filling the silence with the sounds of her labored breaths. “Are you undercover? With the military?”
“Hardly.” He slid his length between her legs from behind, rubbing the head along her slick folds.
An inferno rose beneath his skin, his reaction to her body instantaneous. Sweating, panting, teasing himself as much as he teased her, he needed her like he needed air.
She shuddered as he pressed the tip against her entrance, barely penetrating. Then he pulled back to give her back hole the same torture. She pushed against him, grinding and tilting up her ass, begging for it. Fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Her legs opened for more, and he indulged himself in her perfections, sliding through her decadent arousal as she melted around him, dripping down his length. He dipped in and out of her folds, stroking but not breaching, desperate for her, and denying them both.
If he fucked her, he would ruin her with his filth.
He needed to push her away and keep her at the same time.
“Ricky lets you ride his cock for free, but you have to pay for mine.” He gripped his shaft and stirred the crown around the opening of her drenched pussy. “I want names and locations. Give me that, and I’ll give you the dick.”
He stepped back and stuffed himself away, his muscles shaking with the force of his desire.
“What?” Her ragged gasp cut through his chest. She yanked up her jeans and turned around, her eyes glassy with unshed water. “You’re using me? You got close to me because you wanted me to leak information to you?”
“Isn’t that what you’re doing? Crawling in bed with us every night and running to Hector in the morning to tell him our secrets?”
“No.” She shook her head, knocking a river of tears free. “I don’t even know your secrets!”
“Because we know better than to tell you anything.”
Her chin trembled, and she looked away, trying to suck down a choking inhale.
Stabbing pain hit his gut and burned through his throat.
“You’re hurting me, Martin. Fucking breaking me. Right here.” She clamped a hand over her heart. “Not just because you’re destroying us. But because you’re destroying yourself.”
She turned to the door, and as she opened it, Ricky walked in.
He looked at her face and shot a murderous glare at Martin. “What did you do?”
She breezed by him.
“Tula, wait!” Ricky grabbed her arm. “Whatever this is, I’ll fix it.”
“You want to fix this?” She jerked free. “Fix him! I’m done.”
As her footsteps faded down the hall, Ricky stabbed a hand through his wet hair and sneered at Martin. “What the fuck have you done?”
“I warned you.” His heart felt cold and dead in his chest. “You don’t want my brand of hurt.”
Martin slumped onto the mattress, listening to the sound of Ricky’s footsteps chase Tula down the hall. His stomach hardened as he waited for the sound to return, knowing it would.
One minute.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
There it was.
Ricky stormed back into the cell and slammed the door, locking it. “She told me what happened and refuses to see you. As much as I want to drag her back here like a caveman, I think she’s been abused enough for one day.”
“I fucked up.”
“Yeah, you’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Ricky removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. “Give me a rundown of your sexual history.”
Now there was a subject that should be locked in a vault and dropped in the deepest ocean. He held up his middle finger.
“Listen, motherfucker.” Ricky bent over him, eyes flaring. “You’re going to lose every person you ever cared about. If that matters to you, you’ll figure out a way to make that mean mouth form the words yes or no to every question I ask.”
Fuck. This was happening, whether he wanted it to or not.
Ricky straightened and shoved off his pants, leaving the boxers on. “Have you ever had consensual sex?”
“Yes.”
“With a woman?”
“Yes.” He’d had a handful of one-night stands in the few years between Jeff and Van. None of them were memorable.
“Have you had consensual sex with a man?”
There it was. Sharp and malignant, the pain cleaved through his airway and smothered his senses. “No.”
“Then you’ve only ever been the bottom? Forced to take it?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve never fucked a man in the ass?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Ricky swiped a hand down his face and sat beside him. “Have you had anal sex with a woman?”