“It’s not worth it.”
“Of course it is.”
I shake my head. He doesn’t get it. He wasn’t there last night.
He doesn’t know about the lurkers.
“It’s okay. Chase, listen to me. It’s okay. It’s a bruise. It’ll heal. But we need to talk about this.” I shake the handcuffs.“There’s only one way to get these off. You heard him. We have to have sex.”
His entire expression shuts down. “I won’t do it.”
“If we have to?—”
“They can’t make me.”
He’s wrong about that.
“I know this isn’t something we would ordinarily do.” Unless we’re drinking and reminiscing, that is. “I know I’m asking a lot of you. But, listen to me: this is a bad dude. Okay?” I swipe my hand over my cheek. “A bad fucking dude. I saw him sentence one of his men to the lurkers last night. If we don’t listen to him, I don’t even want to think about what he’ll do to us.”
Us.
His mouth parts, understanding written in his eyes. That’s right, Chase. He won’t only take out any defiance on you. If we don’t do what we’re told, it’s my ass on the line, too.
That’s all I have to say. After that, there is no argument. There’s no more talking. It’s just me, shivering in my bikini despite the weight of Rory’s jacket, and Chase glaring at the door as though he could make it unlock with the might of his will.
But he can’t, and as I expected, it isn’t long before Darryl walks back in, tugging the door shut behind him.
Chase stiffens. His gaze darts over to me, jaw flexing again as he glances at the bruise on my cheek.
I shake my head just enough to make it clear. Yes, this is the asshole who hit me. No, there’s nothing Chase can do about it while we’re handcuffed, trapped in this room, and expected to fuck on command.
In case I got it wrong, Darryl makes a big display of adjusting his crotch as he swaggers into the room. Instead of the same EJSP coveralls he was in before, he traded them for a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt that stretches over his belly.
That should’ve been a warning sign. At first, I thought he changed because he’d been naked with one of his wives, and while that might very well be true, I learn the hard way that that’s not the only reason why he changed when he plops himself down on the chair, reaches into his sweatpants, and pulls out his limp dick. He settles it on his thigh, crosses his arms over his broad chest, and grins beneath his mustache.
“Alright, kids. I’ve given you enough time. Let’s get the evening started.”
Chase blows air through his nose. He already hated the idea of doing this, but now that Darryl plans on really turning this into his own porn show, complete with whacking off while he watches, I can sense the tension thrumming off of him.
He’s going to refuse. I know it. He’s going to?—
His fingers go to my hair, slipping through the strands. Tugging lightly on his handful of curls, he tips my head back, leaning over so that he can slant his mouth over mine. His lips are soft. Sensual. His back might be tight, but his lips are gentle as he kisses me slowly, begging for entry.
I let him in, moving closer, throwing my hands up so that I can hold onto his chest.
To our left, Darryl snorts. “What the hell is this shit? You’re supposed to get her under you, boy. Stop messin’ around and get to it.”
Chase doesn’t release his hold on my hair, though he does break the kiss. His profile is sharp and daring as he snaps, “What am I doing? I’m getting her to relax. She needs to want this.”
Darryl takes his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, bringing it to life. “No, she doesn’t. She just needs to lie still and take what you give her.”
Chase glares. “Is she my wife?”
“Once you’re done in here, sure. That’s how it goes in East Jersey.”
“I don’t tell you how to fuck your wives,sir.I’m going to be responsible for Alexandra. I’m claiming her as mine. I want her to trust me, not be afraid of me. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll take care of her the way I see fit, and you can wait as long as it takes.”
My eyes go wide. My heart basically stops. Chase basically just told Darryl to fuck off, and I don’t know how the ex-con is going to react. What if he changes his mind? What if he kicks Chase out? What if?—