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“You think I will allow you to come?” He chuckled between his grunts, then slapped my pussy roughly, making me moan and cry in pain. The pain mixed with the pleasure made me clench his pumping cock, almost pushing me over the edge.
“Oh, yes. You are sick like me and like your pleasure mixed with pain. What a good slut. That will make you even more profitable,” he taunted between his grunts.
Shit, I’d lost count.
His pace turned frenzied, and I started to count again. Shortly after, I was distracted by his relentless pounding and moans. He gripped my throat, roughly squeezing. I whimpered, not from pain but with the need to come.
“Please let me come,” I pleaded, mentally kicking myself for sounding so needy.
He slowed, releasing my neck. No, that was not what I wanted. The pressure around my throat was helping me chase my release. He gripped my jaw, twisting my head around to look at him. His eyes weren’t filled with rage but, instead, were replaced with a gentle, warm glow. He searched my face, looking for a trace of an act. It wasn’t an act. It was a shameful plea to come.
“I’ll make you come soon,Mo Cuishle. Just not tonight,” he said, grinding into me.
He kept hold of my face, pounding deeper and deeper into me with a rhythm, spreading warmth through my body. If he didn’t come soon, I was going to. He must have sensed my incoming release, because he pulled out quickly, disposing of the condom. He pumped his cock with his other hand, not letting my face go.
His mouth fell open, but his eyes never left mine as he came. A few warm ribbons of cum fell onto my ass. He swiped it with his fingers and held them to my mouth. Without being asked, I leaned in, wrapping my lips around his fingers, and sucked. He tasted salty with a hint of sweetness, and a morbid curiosity about him filling my mouth made me moan.
I wanted to feel shame, but I couldn’t force it. I leaned into his touch, raising my head to absorb the warmth in the crook of his neck. My muscles relaxed, and my breath slowed.
“Can I please have my backpack, or at least the things out of it?” I asked, needing to hold something that brought me comfort.
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“No. I threw it away in the dumpster.”
My mouth fell open, and I gasped for air. Fire engulfed my chest, and dizziness stole my vision.
“No. Please tell me I can go get it. I won’t leave. I’ll come back. I promise. It-It’s…” I stuttered, pressing my nude back against the window.
It couldn’t be gone. That means my… Oh god, I couldn’t think about that being gone.He pressed my cheek back against the glass, and my heavy breaths quickly fogged the window. His finger brushed past my lips, scribbling on the fogged window:MINE.
He left me there, turning and walking away, holding his head and shoulders high. My back squeaked against the glass as gravity pulled me to the floor. My sobs bounced off the high ceiling. I wrapped myself in my own embrace and searched for a comfort I knew I couldn’t find. I looked up at the ceiling, my gut filling with hot embers.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to myself, tasting my salty tears.
Chapter 5
Connor
Her sobs echoed through the bottom floor of my penthouse. Annoyance weighed heavy in my gut that I could hear them through my office door. She only shed a few tears while I took her. In the beginning, she’d remained detached and stoic. Once fate couldn’t be ignored, she’d welcomed the pleasure I’d given her. I didn't understand why a few lousy possessions and a backpack would break her.
Turning up the music to drown her out, I focused my attention back on my computer. We had an auction coming up in a month, and we only had two girls to put up for sale, not counting Penny—I mean,Emily. Her given name fit her, and I continuously rolled it off my tongue. Images of her needy eyes stained my thoughts, forcing me to shut my laptop. I needed to get my shit together. She would do well as one of our high-class escorts, making it easy for me to bring her over whenever I desired.
No. I shook my head, trying to clear my head. What I needed to do was put her up for auction and get her the hell out of dodge. I couldn't keep her in my city as an escort where I could keep tabs on her. My cock fit too well inside her cunt, like it was explicitly made for me. She couldn't even deny how good we felt together.
I needed to focus on work and be better for my family. If things continued like this, I wouldn't be cast aside; I would be killed. Being blood didn’t bond us to The Kilbane Brothers or make us more likely to move up the ladder. If anything, it weakened our standing, and we had to work twice as hard. My father and his brother founded this organization. Together, they made the enterprise one of the largest sex traffickers in the country.
Then one day, my uncle wanted to step away and focus on his family. He told me a bullshit story about finding the one he loved changed him and made him yearn for more than a life of crime. It was pathetic, really. Especially since he was never seen again. The employees they hired shared rumors about my father murdering him to keep their secret empire. I wouldn't be shocked if it wasn't a rumor. Dad was a ruthless and heartless bastard. I’d learned this firsthand when I was a child.
Emily's sobs faded, allowing me to turn down the music. The paper I had in front of me was filled with random guitar notes, and my fingers moved slowly, imagining me plucking the acoustic strings. I snuck guitar lessons as a kid and playing seemed to calm my racing mind. Whenever I couldn't focus on the task at hand, my mind took control and made me write music notes. Sometimes I played them after, just to hear what my daydreaming had created. Most of the time, though, I ripped it to shreds. It wasn't time to make music or obsess over a woman. Doing just that would bring me death by the hands of my own father.
Not able to get my mind off Emily, I switched on my CCTV. She remained in the same spot I left her, looking up at the ceiling like a zombie. Her eyes looked haunted and aimless. The gray in them was drained out, leaving them almost transparent. I zoomed in on her face, carefully inspecting the agony I’d left her in. It was stunning, and it made my cock swell to think about those eyes staring at me while I filled her mouth.A buyer searching for someone with a broken soul would relish her agony. She would make the perfect toy.
The cell phone chimed, grabbing my attention away from the examination of the woman on my screen.
Liam: Coming over. Dad wanted me to go over some paperwork with you. Be there in ten.
I massaged my temples with the tips of my fingers. Liam really knew how to kill a hard-on. Seriously? The leashed dog, called my brother, had to go over paperwork with me? Dad must really be mad to send his bitch over. I swiped at my face, debating if I should leave Emily where she was or move her to my bedroom. Part of me wanted to show her off, and the other was annoyed that I would even need to do that. I was technically the older brother, so he should want to show off to me.
