Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
We’re a sweaty mess of limbs and pleasure. The things he whispers would’ve made me blush only a few weeks ago, but now whines and moans and gasps rip from my lips as his cock takes me deeper, stretches me, spreads me. He’s right, I’m messy for him, I’m his dirty girl, and fuck, I grind my hips back as we fall into a rhythm, and my brain starts to go blank as another orgasm builds in my core.
I come on him, a gasping, rasping release. I hiss and breathe hard, as he hammers deep and finishes only moments after I do, all of him spilling inside of me, and soon we’re a tangle of limbs and sheets. I’m spent and dizzy, blissed-out and brainless, like clay in his fingers.
“I’ll never get used to that,” he whispers. “The way you make me go crazy. Fuck, baby. I love it.”
“I love it too,” I admit, grinning like an idiot. “I guess there are certain benefits to moving in together.”
“Just a few.” He kisses my neck and laughs into my hair.
I want to stay with him like this forever. I don’t want to move, don’t want to breathe, don’t want to think.
It’s him and me, his arms around my body, and everything’s exactly how it should be.
The world’s right, and I’m okay.
Until my phone rings.
I stir but don’t look over, and it keeps on ringing.
“Check it,” he says very gently.
“I don’t want to.”
“I know, but you should anyway.” He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls it over. His face goes blank as he turns the screen in my direction.
Serena’s name.
I grab it from him and sit up, fear jolting into my guts. “Hello? Serena? Are you okay?” I feel like I’m babbling, but she rarely calls me, and I know she’s in trouble right now. She and Tommy are on the run, and she might be hurt.
“Claudia, can you hear me?” She’s whispering. The connection isn’t good, and I can hear voices in the background.
“I hear you. Where are you right now? Tell me and I’ll come get you. Angelo and I will get in his truck the second we hang up.”
“Shit, Claud, you can’t. I mean, Tommy would kill me.” She sounds scared. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her like this, not even when she talked about him hitting her.
The voices in the background get louder and I hear something muffled, like she lowered the phone. They’re definitely not speaking English. They fade again, and she comes back.
“I can’t talk long, but I’m freaking out. I’m stuck in this place—”
“Where?” I push, because for once in her life, she needs to do the smart thing and actually tell me what’s going on.
“Tommy’s going psycho,” she says instead. “He’s pacing around and cursing and it’s freaking me the hell out.”
“Who else is with you? Did he hit you?”
“I don’t know who these guys are. They’re like Russian or something, but they’re bad, Claud. They’re really freaking bad.”
More foreign shouting. I put the phone on speaker so Angelo can hear and his face darkens instantly. He mouths Serbian at me and I feel a sinking dread fill my guts.
“Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t know. I was high when Tommy brought us here. It’s like some weird grocery store, except we’re down in the basement and he won’t come back up. There’s this little room with a bed and stuff, and that’s where I am right now.”
“Give me more,” I plead, but Angelo’s already nodding to himself like this confirms something he already suspected.
“I can’t. I don’t know what to do. Shit, this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have called, but I’m just freaking out.”
“Are you hurt? Are you in danger?”
“No,” she says and there’s a long pause. The voices are quiet and distant like they’re on the other side of the house. “And yes, yes, I’m in serious fucking danger right now.”
“Serena—”
“Shit, I have to go. I’m sorry, Claud, I really shouldn’t have called. I just wanted to say that I love you, and I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you, and I don’t deserve to have you in my life. But hey—” Then there’s someone talking loudly, and Serena’s talking back, but it’s muffled for an instant before the line disconnects.
I stare at the phone. The screen’s dead and black. I drop it on to the bed and slowly drop onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest.
“I’m so sorry,” Angelo says. “Baby, I know that was hard, but it’s good she called.”
“It’s good?” Sobs wrench from my throat. For a little while, I could pretend like my own life and my own happiness were my priority now, but the second I hear Serena’s voice again, it drags me right back to where I am.