Page 6 of Tied in Knots
My muffled groan is louder than I wanted, but I don’t care. I unzip my pants and pull my stiff cock out. The illegal suppressants I’ve been taking have stopped my rut this time. I haven’t told the other men about it because Sebastian would skin me alive. They are dangerous and could potentially neuter me, but until we find our omega, I don’t want to rut. It’s as simple as that. I rub the t-shirt over my cock, picking up the faint scent of her to carry around on my member so that no other female comes near me.
Stashing my dick back in my pants and replacing the t-shirt under the basin. I check my Rolex. Unlocking the bathroom door, I hasten back to Xander’s room, just in time to see him pull the sex doll off his knot and fling it across the room, where it hits the far wall and slumps to the thick carpeted floor. He dives for the door with a feral growl.
Luckily, I’m standing in his way and his drop is nothing a hard fist to the face won’t cure.
I knock him out with one strike, and he slumps to the floor unconscious, just like his sex doll.
Sitting back in my chair, I eye up the doll, wondering what it would be like to slide my dick into it, but with a sigh, I turn back to keep my eye on Xander, for as long as his blackout psychosis lasts.
ChapterFive
Faith
I freeze at the top of the stairs. The threadbare carpet under my feet is slippery and the floorboards squeak. I should’ve tried harder to remember where the squeaks are.
“Do you think you’re going somewhere?” Pete spits out, approaching me quickly.
Using my instincts only, and with no thought whatsoever, I turn back to the stairs and bolt. The backpack on my back jiggles from side to side and I take the stairs two at a time. It throws me off balance. Pete is thundering down after me, knowing I’m about to run where he can never find me to sell me.
He reaches out for me.
Grabs me.
Turning and yanking my arm out of his grip, I teeter on the step and lose my balance. Terrified of both falling down the stairs and being captured by Pete, I scream.
My first reaction to save myself is, to flail around until I find something to grab.
My hand connects with something solid.
Pete’s arm.
Eyes wide with terror when his evil smile swims into view, I try to pull my arm back, still balancing precariously on the edge of the step.
The weight of the backpack gets too much, and I can’t hold myself upright any longer.
My foot slips on the tatty carpet and I tumble, banging my knee on the wall, my head on the handrail and twisting my ankle as I plummet to the bottom of the stairs.
Pete lets go of me to save himself, but it’s too late.
With a yell, he follows me, crashing down the stairs, not as prepared as I was to fall. I brace myself for impact and hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs with a loud moan of pain that shoots through my ankle and my head, disorienting me momentarily.
Pete lands near me and I scrabble away as his head slams against the floor and lolls to the side.
Breathing in deeply, I look up and see my mom at the top of the stairs, her hands clutched in front of her, a look of sheer surprise mingled with terror on her face.
Did she push him?
Us?
“Go, Faith. Quickly.”
Blinking rapidly, I launch myself over to Pete and snatch his wallet from his back pocket where he keeps it, so I don’t steal from him. With trembling hands, I open it and pull out the two twenty-pound notes. I drop it and get to my feet, my head swimming from the crack it got on the way down. I feel a lump on the back of my head as I reach up to tenderly rub it and hobble with my sore ankle towards the front door.
Yanking it open, I see daylight, I see my escape.
Stepping across the threshold, I hear Pete growl, “Get back here, bitch!”
I don’t look back.
