back of my neck and pulling me forward. His lips are so close to mine I can feel his breath. I murmur, “I don’t want affection, or foreplay, or touching. I just want sex. Don’t waste your time giving me anything else.”
His eyes lock onto mine, and then he spins me around without hesitation and slams me up against the wall. My hands press against the cold surface and my body comes to life, aching in ways that make me crave what’s about to come next. Samson jerks my pants down, and I shuffle until they drop low enough on my legs for him to get access. Shuffling sounds can be heard, and the ripping of a condom wrapper, and then he’s there. Right at my entrance, cock hard, thick and ready to bring me a moment’s relief from the emptiness in my soul.
He plunges inside me, his hand going up until his fingers tangle in my hair. His other hand finds my hip, and he uses it to guide his thrusts, which quickly become rough and powerful. I moan as the ache deep down inside me rises to the surface and pleasure rips through my body. Samson knows how to fuck, and he knows how to get a woman exactly where she needs to be.
He releases my hip and presses his body against mine so he’s able to reach around the front to find my clit. He rubs in slow but deep motions and I cum within minutes. My cries fill the room, and I couldn’t care less if anyone hears them. I let my pleasure echo through the near empty space and together with Samson’s panting and low grunts, we make quite a song.
Samson finds his release minutes after my own, and with a raspy hiss, he slows his thrusting and carefully releases his body from mine, not fully pulling out, but letting me go and taking his weight off my back. A moment later, he pulls his cock out. I reach down, pull up my pants, and turn around to see him ripping the condom off before tucking his cock away and doing up his jeans.
“Thanks,” I murmur, turning toward the door.
“Aviana,” he calls when I reach it.
I look back at him.
“Don’t let that bitterness eat you up, it’ll kill you.”
I smile, low and empty. “Too late for that.”
Then, I leave.
3
THEN – COHEN
My hands tremble as I look at the bodies on the floor, blood soaking into the rich fucking carpet. The gold swirls are no longer, instead they’re red, a dark, angry red. The men have started to go a paleish sort of blue, and I know, soon, their bodies will begin to decompose.
I didn’t want to do what I did.
Nobody knows it was me, not even King. Aviana’s family thought I was here because of some drug deal gone wrong; little did they know I was about to take everything. I had to. I had no choice. The things they were doing were dangerous. The plans they had would have ruined Aviana’s life. She doesn’t know it yet, but everything I’ve done here tonight is to save her life.
What I’m about to do is going to save her life.
If she knew that they had planned for her...
I stare at her, on the ground, out cold. Fucking hurts, I won’t lie. Knowing that I’m ruining the one good thing I’ve found is something even I am struggling to handle. She and I, we’re close. She’s this ray of light in a dark fucking world. She’s likely my best fucking friend, and I’m about to take everything from her.
She’s in danger, and the only way for her to be safe is if they think she’s dead. Gone. Never to be seen again. I’ve got a plan, only it didn’t go as I expected.
She was never meant to be here.
She was never meant to see me.
She was simply meant to think her family was dead and want to move away.
I was going to take her, give her a new life.
But she saw it all.
She has questions, questions I can’t give her answers to.
Now I’m left with a big fucking mess that I have to clean up quickly.
I place the handful of papers and money down on the desk, feeling sick to my fucking stomach knowing how close she got to figuring all this out. If she did, it would be the end for her. She’d be gone, and her life would be forever destroyed. She’s worth too much