Page 114 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“I will be if I can’t convince the mobsters watching us that I’m one of them.”
“But you’re not?”
The note of hope in her voice gives me a reason to believe I can get through to her. “I’m undercover, trying to break open their sex ring. You walked into the middle of it, and I have to figure out how to get you the fuck out of it.”
“My cousin Sammie disappeared from this casino last night. Her mother called me frantically this morning and asked me to come help find her. She’s barely eighteen.”
Shit.
“I think I know where she is.” Well, where she was. When I leave here, I’ll have to find out if she’s still in her cage in the third-level basement, been moved to a room on this floor…or in the bed of the man who paid to have her abducted and brought to him like a sacrifice.
“You do?” She grips me tighter, finally looking at me like I’m not a monster.
“About five feet tall? Wavy, dark hair?”
Kristi nods frantically. “Yes. Where is she? What will happen to her?”
If I tell Kristi now, she’ll only freak. “Let me deal with that.”
“No. I need answers so I can call my aunt. Give me back my phone.”
I shake my head. “I’ve told you all I can. You’ll have to trust me for now.”
“After everything, how can I?”
“What are your more appealing options?”
And we’ve been talking too long. Anyone watching this footage will wonder what the fuck is happening. Why isn’t this new captive fighting me more? And why haven’t I ripped off her clothes and forced my cock between her legs? Donzelli thinks I’m discerning, and that will work in my favor. But he won’t respect me allowing anyone, especially someone trying to blow apart our operation, any kind of leverage.
I have to make everyone believe I’m shutting her down and taking over. Now. It will look a shitload more realistic if Kristi believes it, too.
“Apparently none, and you’re enjoying that,” she hurls at me.
Not really. But I smile for the cameras as I grip both of her wrists in my hand, pin her to the dusty duvet, then work my free hand beneath her baggy T-shirt to curl my fingers around her ribs.
She stiffens. “Don’t touch me until you help Sammie!”
Ignoring her demand, I push the khaki shirt up her torso, revealing her beige bra. It’s not meant to be sexy. Modest lace trims the underwires with a little pink bow in between. But the cups only cover half her lush tits, and the thin straps at her shoulders have a hell of a time restraining the bounty God gave her.
It’s both predictable and horrible fucking timing, but I get harder. My head swims in her scent. “Red…”
“Stop!” She wriggles and fights.
But I’ve got her pinned too well. She’s not going anywhere, and she uses up most of her strength over the next few minutes figuring that out before falling limply to the bed again.
“You done?” I demand.
“I hate you.” She sniffles.
Yeah, I figured. That shouldn’t bother me as much as it does. But I’ll have to sort that out later.
Now my hand has a mind of its own, wandering up to the band of her bra…before cupping one of her mouthwateringly full tits. “God. I’ve missed touching these.”
I’ve missed licking them, too. I bend and string kisses across her swell before burying my face in her cleavage.
Holy shit, I loved these the night I spent paying homage to their beauty and perfection. I’d almost swear they’ve gotten bigger since then, but I’m sure that’s because I’ve missed them so damn much.
“Don’t touch me!” She wriggles, trying to work free.
