Page 9 of Sex & Cigarettes

“This?” His hand goes to his hip.

“No. This one.” I squeeze the bugle between his legs. A groan leaves his throat. “Take off your pants. I want to suck it. Axel likes to watch me play,” I lie. There’s nothing he hates more than seeing me with another man. If I have to watch him with this cunt then he can deal with me wrapping my lips around this dude’s cock for a few minutes.

He removes the gun at his hip and leaves it on the side table. I go for his zipper and he makes no move to stop me. I tug the zipper and go to my knees at his feet, seeing the knife strapped to his calf. It’ll have to do. I’ve never been a violent person. Though in this situation there is no doubt in my mind that it doesn’t boil down to them or us and I will always choose us.

I grip his hips and take him into my mouth, pretending he’s got the most glorious cock I’ve ever touched. The bastard is eating it up. I wait for him to get good and into it. Fisting my hair and grunting. That’s when I methodically slip the knife into my palm then down the back of my pants with him none the wiser.

“God that feels good.”

I pop him from my mouth. “Yeah, but my pussy is even better.” I smirk. “Get on the couch and get ready for me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to shuffle over with his pants around his ankles. I steal a glance at Axel. His eyes are on me as Oaklyn’s head bobs between his thighs. I really want to take her out first, but this fucker is the bigger threat. I whip my shirt over my head and toss it at him to distract him while I ease the knife out the back of my pants being careful not to nick myself in the process.

“Fuck me, you’re pretty.”

Sadly, I believe he’s being sincere. Pity I’m going to kill him. “You think so?” I unclasp my bra, letting the beige lace fall to the floor. “Jerk yourself off while I take off my pants.” Using one hand, I undo the button on my jeans.

Gripping his length, he does as I ask, stroking and fisting his cock. His head falls back, and he closes his eyes. His mistake is my opening to do what I must.

It’s now or never. I clutch the knife to my chest and loom over him. Raising my arm, I bring the blade up and bring it down with as much force as I can muster sinking the serrated edges into his throat. Blood seeps out of the wound as he grabs at the knife. Eyes bulging out he gapes at me, as red liquid pools in the corners of his mouth.

I go for the gun as Axel shoves that whore away. Her head knocks against the table. In three strides my man is next to me. The goon is clinging to life, bleeding all over the couch.

Chapter 5

Ainsley

The bedroom door opens and another man in an overpriced suit enters. “Mr. Hernandez is waiting downstairs for you.”

“He can keep waiting,” I mutter and glance out the window at the front lawn of the estate I’m being held prisoner at. The bars on my window are a harsh reminder. For me there is no escaping. I’d give almost anything to be back home with Petunia cradled in my lap getting belly scratches.

I know that Raul kidnapping me was premeditated. The room I’m in is prepped. Staged. Stocked for both me and my child. There’s a bassinet and diapers. Anything and everything I could possibly need. He has no plans of returning me to Abel. I need to do something but what?

“Don’t be difficult. You need to consider your child,” the man tells me. He sounds sincere, but he’s one of Raul’s goons. He’ll do whatever he needs to for his boss. “You need to eat and that’s the doctor’s orders.”

I don’t want to tell this man that he’s right. My baby is my number one priority regardless of my current circumstances. I’d like to believe I am strong enough to save myself. That I don’t need Abel to be my hero, but I do need him. I keep waiting for him to ride up on his Harley and rescue me like a fairytale.

“Can I ask you something?”

“If it will get you to come with me faster then yes.”

“Why do you work for Raul? Do you find pleasure in keeping a pregnant woman against her will?”

“That’s two questions. The money is good. I have a family to support. I do not enjoy seeing you in your predicament no, but that is the way of this life. It’s not all roses. You need to make the best of the situation. My boss is a fair man. No harm will come to you. Don’t make things difficult or force his hand.”

“Will he let me go?”

“Are any of us ever free?” He poses the question, but we both know the answer. The man accosts me at the elbow and guides me from the room.

Not in this life. No. Thunder rumbles in the distance. A storm is brewing. When I was younger, I believed that rain was the tears of angels. If any of them are listening, I hope they hear my prayer.

Dear Father,

Thou who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name please hear me in my hour of need. Deliver me from the hands of this monster and any who wish to harm me or my child. Return me to the one I love most. To the place I belong. Lead me home.

Coralie

Axel takes purchase of the handgun from my shaky hands.

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