Page 10 of Unchained

Even if what his sister said was true about him being framed, he’s certainly been no stranger to trouble. And the way I feel as I stare into his eyes again is definitely problematic. I close out the page as his whispered threat starts to run amuck again inside my head. I pull up the main browser, searching for his living relatives, reading through until I find a family record. Trevor O’Malley born to Jack O’Malley and Fern Hall. He has one sibling: Shayla O’Malley. Both parents are deceased, making them orphans. Just like me and Bryce.

When I enter Shayla’s name into the search bar, I’m absolutely shocked at what comes up. It’s like she’s lived a completely different life. The first article to come up is of her winning some big cheerleading competition, showing a picture of her as a young teen. Pretty and vibrant. She’s still beautiful, but the light is gone from her eyes now, and life has definitely weathered her features. Below that is another post about her being the star of her high school lacrosse team, along with another picture of the happy girl.

As I read the article, it also mentions how she was a straight-A student and voted nicest senior at her high school. I don’t understand how the two siblings could’ve ended up so different. But maybe he just got in with a rough crowd.

I keep scrolling down the page and see a link to Shayla’s wedding announcement, which was featured in the newspaper like it was a big to-do. I click on the link, and my stomach tightens as soon as I see the man she’s married to. The one she said hurt Kai. The one who gave her the black eye and supposedly framed her brother. He looks evil. There’s something in his eyes that’s unsettling.

Rodriguez Estavio and Shayla O’Malley were married on May 21, 2018.

Rodriguez Estavio? Oh my God. That’s him. That’s the man my brother’s been trying to take down for years. Rodriguez Estavio is one of the biggest cocaine dealers in the state. Bryson’s been trying every angle to catch him in the act or get someone to rat him out but has failed at every angle. My brother said the man is too dangerous and too connected, and that it will take a miracle to get him locked up.

No wonder Shayla’s on the run from him. He’d probably kill her before he granted her a divorce.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe she’s the answer Bryson’s been looking for. If he can get her to testify against her husband, that could be what he needs to make the arrest. She could at least bring the man down on charges of abuse and testify to the innocence of her brother.

I think I may have found a solution to everyone’s problems. I need to go back to the house and talk to them about this. I need to know whether Shayla would be willing to take the stand before I call my brother. But I’ll have to wait until morning, because it’s late now. They’re probably in bed.

I should get to bed too. Although, sleep is nowhere in sight as my mind spins over everything. My thoughts cycling from one thing to the next. Always ending up back to those dark, penetrating eyes. My body reacts on impact to the memory of his fingers taking what they wanted. His haunting voice warning me to stay away or else I’d be his.

My body breaks out into a sheen of sweat as tingles course between my legs. It’s impossible to stop it. I brush my fingers around my nipple, circling in closer and closer, feeling it get tighter and tighter. His fingers were bigger, more demanding. He tugged me between the two and sent a heady dose of hunger down my spine. My own touch struggles to recreate the same sensations.

I travel lower, running my hand down under the waistband of my pajama pants, thinking of what it would feel like to have his deft fingers rubbing between my legs. Pinching my clit and tugging the orgasm right from my body. A shudder of heat courses through, and I begin to play. My mind wandering into forbidden territory. His words engulfing me in need.

The thoughts unfold in vivid detail—him ripping off my pants and shoving me against my car. Trevor’s mouth by my ear. His teeth sinking in and scraping over my skin. “Warned you, little girl. Warned you what would happen if you came back.”

My fingers slide between my folds, feeling how wet I am. I rub myself over, getting more and more worked up as I continue to play out the scene. Shoving two inside me roughly when I imagine him doing the same. “This cunt better open up wide for me.” I pump in deeper, adding another finger to get as close to the real thing as I can. “Fucking tight little thing, isn’t she? Tight and wet.”

My juices start running down my wrist, the pleasure gaining speed. I pull out and circle my clit, pressing firmly to fuel the fire. Trevor’s clenched jaw is back in the forefront of my mind, looking like a madman as he works to free his cock. Then he shoves himself up into my body with one hard thrust. “Fuck, this cunt is tight.”

I cry out in pretend protest, begging him to stop. In my fantasy, I don’t want to come. I don’t want to come on his dick and give him the satisfaction. He’s taking me against my will, forcing his huge cock inside my body. But it feels too good. His madness is seeping in. His hunger is contagious, and it’s taking me right to the edge.

I watch him fuck me. Watch him take everything he wants with no apologies. I watch the intensity in his eyes, the strain in every muscle as he fucks me harder and harder. Pounding into me with such force that my body is being slammed up against the car with every thrust. And when his orgasm takes hold, mine plunders right through me.

I press down on my clit, rubbing fast as the orgasm plows through. The pleasure rushing through every vein. His name crying from my lips, and I’m sure the neighbors can hear, but I don’t care. But as my lungs open again, heaving through my aftershocks, my body settling back down, reality starts to creep back in. I have a crush on a man who escaped prison and is on the run. I’m a complete idiot.

CHAPTER 10

Trevor

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I’m braced by the window, gun in hand, worried we may have a problem, but the only problem I have is having to face that sexy temptation again. She’s back. Climbing out of her car and marching toward the house, looking like a woman on a mission. She’s dressed in another skirt today, and I follow every step of her bare legs, which are accented with some red heels.

My dick starts swelling in my pants. Why can’t she fucking stay away? It was bad enough that thoughts of her chased down my dreams and had me waking up with my hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking myself roughly. Thank fuck my sister and nephew were still asleep upstairs or they would’ve gotten a horrifying show.

“Told you to stay away.” I step into the doorway and block her path. She practically stumbles back, gasping in shock at my sudden appearance. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. It should be a fucking sin for a girl to be so sexy. Even with those eyes narrowing in frustration, she’s got my dick’s attention.

“I need to talk to you. There’s something I learned last night, and I need to speak with both you and your sister.”

I step to the side, forcing her to brush past me as she walks inside. Even her smell is tempting. She smells like flowers, and her lips look as red as a rose. Wonder if the lips between her legs look like a tulip.

Shayla’s head rises from her hand of cards. She and Kai were playing rummy. As soon as she sees the girl to my right, she quickly puts them down and stands from the ground. “You came back.” She smiles like her best friend has just returned. She rushes over and gives her a hug. “Hope you know how grateful we are for the beds you brought us. We all slept so well last night.”

She needs to speak for herself. I slept like shit. Tossing and turning. My cock having a wet fucking dream like I was a damn teenager again. Emberly’s face kept showing up in my sleep. Felt like I was going mad as I hunted her down, broke into her house, and fucked her in her bed.

I looked her up online. Found the listing for this house and the agency that’s listing it. Then I found Emberly on their website. Her headshot and bio linked on the page. As soon as I had her last name, I searched on my phone for her address. The girl lives in an apartment complex not too far away. In fact, it may be where I parked the car.

“I’m glad they helped,” Emberly says, and that voice of hers has me gritting my teeth. If she doesn’t leave, I’m going to be making good on my threat. “Is it okay if we talk in private?” She looks down toward Kai and smiles. He looks happy to see her too. “Just need to ask you something.” She looks back toward Shay, and my brow narrows in curiosity. Whatever she has to say to my sister, she’s gonna damn well say it in front of me too.

I follow them out onto the front porch, telling my nephew that we’ll be back in a sec. As the sexy woman leads my sister around the back, my eyes are glued to her ass. Damn, her backside is plump and juicy. Makes me fucking hungry.