Delusive (40 page)

Leaning down, he pressed his chest against my spine and a hand slipped over my throat. Positioning me, he directed me to stand with my spine curved upright and my legs spread. With his palm pressing against my throat, the other hand moved up my thighs, raking the skin with his nails, leaving marks behind his trail.
 

He pumped inside me twice in drawn out, deep strokes before withdrawing. The tinge of electricity he elicited inside my nervous system left me soaring with just enough pleasure to make me want more, but not enough to sate me. He bit my ear and waited. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear, but refused to give in. “If you want to be fucked, beg like a good whore.”
 

He drew out his strokes in an agony-inducing pace. He forced me to stare at Earl and beg until my already irritated throat became pained and dry. He gave me his cock again, this time, fucking me so hard I could barely stand. His two-handed grip on my hips ensured I remained right where he wanted me. He slammed hard into me. His groin smacked against my sensitive lips, his balls slapping against my bundle of nerves. His violent sex promised to make me feel the brutality in the morning, as he originally promised. But now, the friction and the sensation of him being inside me—something desired for too long and was taken from me—I felt everything I needed to feel.

My eyes rolled back. Fuzz clouded my vision. My balance faltered and he caught me, his arm burned in its grip on my torso.

“Is this cock better than any woman’s fingers in your cunt?” he growled in my ear.

He pumped into my slippery sex, plunging deeper and harder, disabling my strength with every stroke.
 

His words were like daggers, slicing into my confidence and flooding my brain with degradation. He’d said things I’d heard in some form or another before. Things to hurt me while his body made me feel euphoric.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” I cried out, tormented and hurt. Wishing he wasn’t so close to making me explode and driving me to say things—whether true or not—I didn’t want to say.

“And who eats your pussy better than I do?”

My eyes began to expel water and I jolted with every vicious push of his hips. “N-no one.”

The grip he had on my body started to bite into my skin. He kept up his pace, his momentum turning me completely pliant, melting me from the inside out with every punishing move from his pelvis. “Who can make you come harder than I can?”

“No…one,” I nearly squeaked.

Four hard jagged thrusts sent me over the edge. My sex spasmed around him, my body convulsed as the cold rush knocked out my senses. I expressed my orgasm, loudly, calling out to him louder than Daniella had called out for me.
 

He withdrew slightly, the head of his erection throbbed at my slit. The muscles in my legs shook so severely, I couldn’t stand. I fell forward, my hands on the glass table, my knees tucked underneath me when I slipped down to the ground. My sex began to throb, revealing latent pain in the aftermath of my potent orgasm

Daniella stood in front of me and handed Elias a bottle of oil. He pulled me up by my hair and pushed me on the couch portion of the sectional, stomach down. He opened my legs, allowing one to dangle over the edge and sat on his knees between my legs.
 

Tepid oil slid down the cleft of my ass and dripped between my thighs. Tilting his hips back, he grabbed my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks. The head of his cock probed at a hole that had never been touched before.
 

Looking over my shoulder at him, I shook my head. “No,” I said breathlessly, wanting out of my mental misery.

He pinned his hips against me hard, spearing me. The pain and the inability to breathe made tears sting my eyes. Collapsing forward, he put his entire weight against my back and placed a hand around my throat. He retracted and flexed his hips again, pushing the sensation of pain to an extreme level.

His hand pressed against my neck while the other gripped my hair, pulling my head up. I cried out, shivering in agony.

Never slowing down, he fucked me against the cushions without mercy. “I know I’m giving you more than you can handle.” He bit the lobe of my ear and yanked it. “Show me how weak you are. Beg me to stop.”

Taking the ripping and searing agony, I gritted through my teeth, “Fuck me harder.”

My hips were in his hands and he slammed me back down on his cock, forcing me to take more than I thought I could. Daniella flopped on a lounge sectional, spreading her legs in front of me and fingered herself while she watched us.
 

I pushed my face fully into the cushion to hide my tears and my expressions of anguish. A loud sob rattled my chest.

For a reason unknown, he began to relent in his torture. The hand in my hair snaked around my waist and waited. I tilted my hips up, allowing him space to move between the cushion and my pelvis. He reached down finding my slick sex and began to rub between the slit. Building up his speed, he pumped in and out of my ass less harshly than before.

Closing my eyes, I allowed the fuzzy feeling to confuse my brain and shield me from the torment. The expert manipulation of my clit moved me into another territory. I bit the cushion, whimpering a muffled, “Elias.” I buried my face in the cushions as his cock and his fingers expertly threw me into another mind-numbing peak.

His panting breath heated my spine as he leaned forward, biting the skin on my shoulder, and stroked rigidly inside of me until liquid warmth filled the part of me he’d completely wrecked. He released me, and I slid down into a huddle on the ground.
 

He replaced his trunks and ran a hand up and over his unruly hair, taming it back into place with a casual dispassion, appearing as though he’d just used the urinal.
 

“Goddamn you,” Earl awakened from his catatonic state to scowl at his wife.
 

She suddenly turned shy and went in search of her clothes
 

“You take me out on this trip”—Earl turned his attention to Elias and pointed a thick finger in his direction—“make me do work for you. Wet work. I'm just an owner of a restaurant, not some mercenary killer. But I did it…for you. Did shit I have never had to do for your father.

“You, you spoiled little twerp. I do what you ask me to do only for you to tell me, you're taking the business I put my heart and soul into away and leaving me with nothing? Now you take my wife and turn her into a lesbian slut like the bitch you call a girlfriend?” Earl glared at me. “She’s not your girlfriend, she’s just a hooker and you’re her fucking pimp.” His words cut at me, further pushing me down inside the deep hole I’d sunk into when I allowed myself to be used, degraded, and put on display.
 

“I hope you burn in hell Elias Cari. I don’t care what you'll do to me next. You've taken the business I worked my ass off for…my goddamn wife. I've been nothing but loyal to you. No more.” He shook a finger at him. “The whole world is going to know about you and your father.”

“What’s happening to you,” Elias addressed Earl, his indifference made way for a darker mood, “is what happens when you can’t get on board with a new regime. If you think I’m done with you, I’m not. Despite what you might think”—he glanced at me—“tonight wasn’t about you.” His head snapped back to Earl. "Tomorrow will be about you. Tonight, I want you to take your wife and leave my home."

“Fuck you!” Earl growled. “You’ll be lucky if you catch me. I’m not bending over grabbing my ankles and taking it up the ass for you anymore. Do you goddamn hear me?” Staggering and cursing, Earl began to leave with his wife.

Elias gestured in the air, and I wasn’t sure who he was gesturing to, until Jaco and Mateus came out of the house through the patio door and blocked Earl’s path.

“Mr. Romo felt the need to tell me he’s tired of taking it up the ass for me,” Elias intoned. “Which is ironic to me, because tonight, he disrespected me and my girlfriend—repeatedly—before telling me this. If anyone should feel screwed in this situation, it should be me. I was going to give him a night to at least practice what he’d been shown about how to please a
woman
.” With a skewed smile, Elias nodded to Jaco. “It’s clear, he doesn’t want to end the night peacefully. I think he needs to know what it really feels like to be tired of taking it up the ass.”

Jaco and Mateus laughed in a controlled and derisive manner while shoving Earl around until he fell to the ground. Jaco disappeared in the house for a few minutes, and reappeared with a metal baseball bat that he happily handed to Elias. The two men—Jaco and Mateus—grabbed either of Earl’s arms and dragged him. Earl struggled, yelling his discontent.
 

His fight did very little to halt whatever was going to happen to him. He was pulled roughly, his knees scraping against the ground, toward the outdoor dining table. They lifted him up and bent him over the table. It wobbled underneath him, eventually stilling when Jaco and Mateus pinned his arms down. With the bat firmly in his hand, Elias approached Earl’s position and rounded the table to stand behind him. He yanked down Earl’s pants and held the thicker end of the bat up, just behind Earl’s bare behind.
 

The sound of a blood-curdling scream from a man in agony hit me deeper than I expected it to; I felt his pain and his anguish.
 

“Are you tired now, Earl?” Elias snarled. He brutally wielded the bat, making Earl cry profusely, pleading for Elias to stop as he jerked with the violent motions of Elias’s arm. “Tell me, are fucking tired now?”

I dropped my chin to my chest as tears flowed down my cheeks. Unable to stand the screaming pleas of a man being violated and feeling helpless to stop it, I covered my ears, wanting it to end.
 

When things seemed quiet again my eyes fluttered up to the scene.
 

Elias was still behind Earl, the bat still his hands. The end was coated in bright red blood. He tossed it back to Jaco with a wink.

With his face contorted in pain, Earl slid down to the ground. His body shook violently as he curled up into a ball and howled. Elias reached in his swim trunks and pulled out his cock and proceeded to relieve himself on the man. Jaco and Mateus simply laughed as though it was the most humorous thing they’d ever seen.

“Clean this up and get this ungrateful asshole out of here.” Elias tucked his dick back into his swim trunks and kicked the man while he down, making him weakly yelp upon impact.

Jaco hauled Earl out of the pool area, dragging him out by his feet. Daniella looked shell-shocked as she stared at Elias. She fell to her knees and began to sob and plead for her life. Elias nodded to Mateus and his silent order made Mateus speak to Daniella. His words were too quiet for me to hear, but with the way he tenderly touched her, running his hand up her arm and smoothing her hair, it was highly likely she had nothing to worry about. Naked with her dress in her hands, she stumbled behind her husband’s trail.

Elias set his blazing eyes on me and beckoned for me with a curled-hand gesture.

With my legs shaking and wincing at the pain, I slowly stood. My legs failed me and I fell; my knees hit the ground first with a painful thud. I kept my head bowed, giving up the fight to obey him.

His steps were steady, pounding in an offbeat rhythm in sync with my wildly beating heart. His shadow loomed over me. His touch made me jerk. He grabbed my hand tenderly, helping me to stand and steadied me by grasping my waist.

He ran a hand down the side of my face while wearing a crooked and serene smile. “It’s always an interesting occasion when you’re able to break two virginities in one night.” Leaning forward, making me recoil in fear, he inhaled my scent deeply and exhaled, allowing his breath to flit around my lips. “I don't ever want to see you shed tears for another man again. Especially a simpering, pedophile like Earl Romo. What happened to him tonight was no more than what he’s done to others.
 

“I think you might’ve given his wife her first orgasm in the seven years since she made the mistake of staying married to him. His ability to live through another night is more than he deserved. Trust me, he will get everything he deserves for everything he’s done very soon.” He ran a finger down my cheek, trailing a tear as it fell. “Shower before you get into our bed. You’re drenched in Daniella’s scent.”

Still in shock, I simply nodded and headed back toward the house.
 

If last night Elias’s intention was to hurt me and tonight’s purpose was to fracture me, he succeeded on both accounts.

TWENTY-SIX

LYING ON MY STOMACH on the patio was the only way I felt the least pain. I had taken a hot bath in the morning and a cold shower shortly afterward, nothing alleviated my suffering. Wishing I could’ve indulged in the cool water swirling around my fingertips, I closed my eyes. Varied strategies pervaded my thoughts. Nothing I had planned prepared me for this. How different things would’ve been if I was more experienced with men and Elias was as simple as Roth. Then again, I knew I wouldn’t have survived more than one encounter with someone like Elias. As it was, I hadn’t a clue as to what he had planned for me. I would’ve been sure before, but after last night, anything was possible.

He was unpredictable in his volatility.

Announcing his return—after being vacant from my side in bed all night and during breakfast this morning—the taps of his shoes resounded loudly on the concrete as he paced near me.