Trust (22 page)

“But still… he was your father…”

“My father died in my mind when I realized what he was, when I realized what he did and what he was currently doing. I know this is hard for you to comprehend not having to deal with this situation yourself, but I know what I did was justifiable and for the greater good. Having the knowledge takes away my need to mourn his loss or feel guilt over my actions.”

“So how did you even get involved in his world? Surely he didn’t just pop up on your dorm room doorstep and say ‘hey
wanna sell guns for me and train women I’ve abducted to be slaves.’”

Lance’s body rocked with laughter. “No. That’s not how it went down. After my mother’s death I showed an interest in his business, it was a gradual thing and it took about a year before I had him convinced that I was just like him and that he could trust me.”

“So what did he introduce you to first?” There was so much I wanted to know about his life before me, so much I had to learn. I wanted to know it all now, but I supposed I had a lifetime to learn everything there was about him.

“The guns first. He felt I had the charisma and smarts to be good at the trade. He was right.
I pretended that the money I made for the gun running was all I was concerned about and that the moral issues around it didn’t affect me; thinking I was like him he accepted that. I was running guns for him and his business partners for well over six months before I was introduced to the underground sector of the compound that held the slaves. He figured since I was
like him
I would relish the idea of having so many women at my disposal to do with as I pleased. I simply explained I was too focused on the gun running to concern myself with a bunch of teenaged whores and although he was disappointed, he accepted it.”

I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a world I disagreed with and pretend to savour the life. I couldn’t. There was no way I could be such a good
actor.

Lowering his lips, he ghosted them across mine. “Would you be terribly disappointed if we stopped talking about my father and that place and concentrate
d on something else?”

“But
–” My body immediately reacted to him as a heat began to build between my legs, but there was so much I wanted to know…

“
It’s our wedding night.” He nipped at my lower lip as he slipped a hand behind my neck.

Laughing
, I pulled my lips from his and grabbed the folder on my lap containing the fake profile. I pointed to the relationship status section. “It says here we were married nearly two weeks ago in Toronto, Ontario.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know about it.”

A roar of laughter erupted from me, shaking my body and causing a spike of pain to shoot up my leg, but I didn’t care. It felt like it had been an eternity since I’d laughed so hard and without guilt – it felt good. Our gazes locked and the amusement in his eyes sent my spirit soaring and I knew we were both thinking the same thing: We were free.

Taking the folder from me he placed it onto the night side table a
nd then pulled the blanket down, revealing my body covered in only a t-shirt. His lips grazed the side of my neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh and causing a moan to escape from me. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful not to hurt your leg, honey.”

He helped
me up into a sitting position and tugged the hem of the t-shirt up. Lifting my hands over my head, he pulled the t-shirt up and over my head tossing it to the floor. My eyes lowered from his to his groin; his erection strained against the denim covering it.

“I think you forgot to get rid of something.” Grabbing his belt buckle I undid it and quickly undid his fly.

Sitting up at his knees he pushed the jeans down his thighs and with a little effort kicked the jeans away and onto the floor. “Better?”

Stroking the ridge of his cock through his boxer brief
s, I nodded. “Somewhat.” His cock thickened to its full potential in my hand, the tip peeping out from under the waistband.

Gently, he pushed me backward onto the mattress, his body covering mine
with a hand planted on either side of my head. A sigh escaped my lips, which contained a wide smile as I stretched under him, lifting my hands over my head and arching my back. I pushed the throbbing in my leg to the back of my mind, the need between my legs taking precedence.

“How do you do it?” I asked.

A smile remained on his lips as his eyes locked to mine, a brow cocked. “Do what?”

“Make the world disappear so all that remains is us and my need for you. I’ve never felt like this before.” Just admitting it spiked my need for him and I moaned softly. Just the anticipation of him to
uching me sent me into a frenzy of need.

“Is that a bad thing?” He nipped at my chin and planted a light kiss on my lips.

“No, it’s incredible.”

His left hand palmed my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I nipped and then sucked his digit into my mouth and he groaned, low and feral at my action. “I can’t think of anything better than spending a lifetime making love to you,” he groaned, slipping his
thumb from between my lips and replacing it with his mouth.

I moaned against his lips, slipping my hands around his waist and pulling
him down harder onto me, bucking up and rubbing my pelvis against his rock hard erection. He groaned, his tongue slipping past my lips and teasing mine, probing and exploring.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, I tugged them down. With a little effort he kicked them off and settled between my legs, his exposed member pressing between my legs. I longed to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him as tight as possible, but my effort was rewarded with a jolt of pain, overriding the pleasure.

“I told you I’ll do all the work,” he murmured, pulling his lips from mine.

“
Mmmm. It’s so hard,” I groaned. Slipping a hand between us I grasped his cock in my hand and began stroking him. “It’s like I can’t have you close enough to me.”

“If you weren’t injured I’d make you regret those words.” His head dipped and he kissed his way along my collarbone and down between my breasts.

“Make me regret them now.” A pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock and I spread it along the tip, increasing the speed of my strokes. As his tongue flicked at my first nipple he began to rock in my hand, working with my strokes.

“Don’t tempt me honey.”

Little jolts of pleasure rushed through my body and I guided the head of his cock to my opening. Dammit, if he wasn’t going to take me, then I’d take what I needed myself. Circling my good leg around his waist, I spread myself wide for him and guided his shaft into me.

I cried out as he nipped at my nipple as he slid into me. His cock stretched me to my limits, but his slow, gentle entry wasn’t enough. I
wanted more, no, needed more. Releasing my first nipple he kissed his way across my chest to my second nipple, first circling it with his tongue until it was a perfect peak before sucking it in. He sucked so hard a short jolt of pain pulsed through my breast, but the pain quickly became pleasure and I arched my back urging him to continue.

He lifted his head from my breast to kiss my lips as he began to move in me, so slowly, excruciatingly slow, he was going to drive me insane with need. My hands slid to his hard, muscular ass and my fingers nails dug into the flesh, urging him to move faster, harder.

“You’re making it hard for me to be gentle with you,” he chastised.

“I never asked you to be gentle.”

He chuckled, catching my gaze. “It took me twenty minutes to stitch you up, I don’t look forward to doing that again because you want me to fuck you like we were in a porno. Keep up your complaining and I won’t let you come for hours.” Despite his words, I could see the strain in his expression and eyes. Taking me slow was as hard for him as it was for me, maybe even more.

“
Mmmm. Tyrant.” I murmured and then cried out as he thrust into me hard, hitting just the right spot to send my head spinning.

“God, I love how good you feel. So perfect. Like you were made for me
, baby.”

I couldn’t respond, I was beginning to feel lightheaded as the intensity and pleasure of his lovemaking increased. My pussy trembled around his thrusting cock, my stomach tightening into a ball of anticipation.

“Open your eyes, I want you looking at me when you come.”

I forced my eyes open and stared up at him. Gazing up and into his eyes it was like I was looking into his soul
; everything he was and would be was laid plain before my eyes. I saw his need, his sorrow, his love. The emotions were so raw it brought tears to my eyes.

My hands slid to his back and ignoring the pain in my leg, I began to move under him, with him. Our bodies rocked together – as one, giving and receiving pleasure.
My lips parted as my moans became louder, more frequent. Despite his statement that he was going to take it slow, I could see the beast inside was taking over as his thrusts became more demanding, plunging into me to the brink and then pulling back again.

“
Hold on and come with me sweetheart.”

“I can’t hold on much longer,” I admitted, between gasps and moans. It was a great effort to keep my gaze firmly on his and not close my eyes and just feel.
“So hard. So good.”

“God, you too honey. You’re so wet and warm. My cock can’t get enough of your tight pussy.”

“Mmm, yes.” My fingernails dug deep into his back, making deep crescent shapes in his back, nearly breaching the skin. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his thighs as I moved with him, forcing him to take me harder and faster. The action seemed to trigger something in him and he seemed to snap; all restraint and tension left his body as he sat back on his heels, pulling me with him until my bottom was suspended in the air and began to slam into me.

My eyes left his and I watched as his cock coated with my juices slid frantically in and out from me. Seeing our bodies uniting was such a fucking erotic sight that my eyes became fixated with the motion.

Grabbing my hand he brought it to my pussy. “Play with yourself while I fuck you,” he ordered, not a hint of affection in his voice, just pure lust.

My fingers barely grazed my swollen nub when I screamed out and went spiralling over the edge. My entire body writhed on the mattress as a wave of pleasure so intense it left me breathless washed over me. But Lance wasn’t about to finish yet, he continued to pound into me,
his balls slapping against my ass making a soft smacking sound with each thrust. My juices slid from me and down my ass as he hammered into me.

“God, oh Lance. I can’t
–”

The tension within me began to build again. I didn’t think I could take another minute of this sweet torture. The tension in my body and coil in my stomach was beginning to hurt; how could something so good hurt so bad I had no idea, but at the same time I couldn’t stop until I felt him filling me.

His fingers slipped between my wet folds and began working my clit, pinching and rolling it between my fingers. “Come with me Gwen.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

I lift
ed my eyes just as he thrust into me a final time, so hard and fast it moved my body up the mattress a couple of inches. With a loud groan he released. The feel of his cock pulsing and releasing a gush of his warm cum sent me into bliss with him, my pussy clenching around his shaft, milking it for every drop. My cry mixed with his groan in a symphony of pleasure. He gave a couple more short and quick thrusts into my awaiting pussy before groaning a last time and lowering his body over mine and claiming my lips.

I clung to him as if my life depended on it. This moment was one of the most incredible moments of
my life.

“Gwen! Gwen! Are you okay?”
Becca’s voice called out, followed by her pounding on our motel room door.

Lance pulled his lips from mine and chuckled. “I told you, you were loud in bed.” He reluctantly slid himself from my core and stood. Not bothering to slip on his boxers he went to the door and flung it open to reveal a frantic
Becca. “What can we help you with Becca?” Lance asked, his tone teasing.

“Gwen, are you
o–” Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Lance’s naked body before her. “Oh. Shit. I.” She took a couple of steps back. Her eyes focused on my naked and flushed body. “Oh you two. Shit. I’m so used to…” She pointed to the left. “I’m going to go back to my room now.”

She didn’t wait for a response, but spun on her heel and rushed off.

“See, you’re loud.” Lance slammed the door and turned to face me, his grin wide with self-satisfaction. He made his way across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. “If you’d let me make love to you like I intended, nice and easy we wouldn’t have scared Becca half to death with worry.” His smile faded as he looked down at my leg. “Fuck.”

It wasn’t until I followed his gaze down to my leg that I remembered I was injured. The throbbing immediately came back with a vengeance and I grimaced through the pain. “I’m sorry.
Kinda forgot about my leg.”