Page 34 of Wanted

“More.”

He added another finger with a smirk on his face that he soon hid behind my pussy. He nibbled and sucked on the tender flesh expertly. He almost made me forget how much I wanted to be fucked by his dick.

When I felt the mattress shift, my heartbeat raced in ecstasy. Fylox was here with us, passive but present. I pressed myself against Alex, and he obliged, giving me even more of that tongue of his. His free hand spread my body open for him. When the thumb of that free hand teased the bundle of nerves of my other hole, I lost control of myself.

I came for Alex. He nibbled on me as the aftershocks referred me into a state of rapture.

When he eventually removed his fingers and his mouth from my folds, he slapped my pussy. I would’ve done anything for him to fuck me right then and there. I didn’t care if ten Jordans were in this house, ready to tear us apart.

“You’ll sleep here tonight,” Alex said.

I nodded.

“Between us.”

I nodded again. It was a hard winter out there, but this house was warm. These boys never let me feel the cold.

“Naked.”

“Gladly.”

I was about to beg him to stay, but then I remembered who I was, and I sucked it up. There would be no more begging after what we’d done tonight. If he had to leave, he should. There were more important things than sex out here in this part of the world.

I didn’t have the energy to take a shower and wash him off of me just yet. We jumped under the warm covers, and I reached for his cock. But Alex wasn’t having it. “Don’t. Not today. I’m already restraining myself to the best of my abilities. Don’t test me.”

I accepted his plea. He sounded like he was in pain, and that thought comforted me, as strange as that sounded.

I was about to shift so that my back was to Alex’s front when hands gripped me. Hands that had never grabbed me like this before. These hands tugged me away from Alex and into another universe. My skin blushed, but it was dark in this room. I doubted that they could see how much they affected me. One of his hands intertwined with mine and my mind almost exploded. He pulled those hands close to my chest, where he could feel my irrational heartbeat as he pressed me against his firm body.

“Good night, baby.”

“I’ll miss you so much.” I had it in me to cry, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want his last image of me being the tears on my face and the sobs that filled the room. I stayed quiet in Fylox’s arms.

“Take care of her for me.” He added, “And don’t hurt her.”

Fylox didn’t give his best friend a response, but he gave me a physical one. If it was even possible, he pulled me even closer against him. I bit my lip, thinking of the hardness that pressed on me from behind.

Sleep in your expensive sheets. Do your coke or whatever it is that you snort up your nose. Dress up in those heels and tiny dresses, show off to your kingdom. But when I call, you come. When I call, you crawl to me. This cunt is mine. I made you. I’ve branded you. You’ll never escape me. I’ll get rid of you when I see fit, and, for the foreseeable future, you’re to be mine and mine alone.

MANDY

Suppose things had gone according to Jordan’s initial plan. We’d still be holed up in the Indianapolis safe house on the outskirts of town, far out of civilization’s reach.

But we weren’t.

And it was my fault.

There had always been something wrong with me. After being screened for the first time in my life, I still didn’t have any closure about what was wrong. My appointment with the doctor happened in the dark, in secret. In the after-hours, I was probed and touched in my most intimate areas.

Kamila held me throughout the tears. I cried; I knew that it was a doctor touching me. He had an oath to uphold. But that oath didn’t help my tremors. It wasn’t easy to trust after three months of gut-wrenching treachery.

The doctor refused to give us information on the day of my examination.

It was that bad.

After the doctor’s appointment, Jordan removed us from the safe house. He drove us to Alex’s mansion, firing all of his staff as a result. As a replacement, he filled up the yard with men who mirrored Fylox. Coldblooded soldiers that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

It was a drastic measure on his part. There was no plan behind it, initially. It felt like he worked on the details as we went. And we all hung on his lips.