Page 34 of Encircled in Darkness
Walking out of the bathrooms, I pulled the last glasses out and left them on the tray to dry overnight. Moving behind the bar, I flipped off the lights, leaving only the pool table lights on. They reflected into the kitchen and down the hallway a few feet. Looking up, I didn’t see Skid and I walked around the bar, my footsteps sounding into the empty room.
Thinking he must be outside having a smoke, I grabbed my purse and started toward the door. I made it past the first booth when someone jumped out behind me and gripped their hand against my mouth. The fear lanced up by body and my eyes frantically searched for Skid, or anyone, who could help me.
Seeing no one, I closed my eyes as his hardness pressed against my ass and I struggled against my captor. I wouldn’t go down without a fight, but his firm arm around my waist had my back pressed against his chest, limiting my ability to fight back. The man’s scent surrounded me as he ran his nose up my neck and inhaled deeply.
Where the fuck was Skid? I hadn’t heard his motorcycle leave so, where was he? Was he hurt or worse?
“I can smell your fear. It makes my cock hard.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine and I felt my pussy flood from his words.
Fuck, what was wrong with me?
Crying, I struggled hard against him and he lifted me off my feet, his strong arm surrounding me. My heart was beating so fast I could hear the blood rushing through my ears as he moved his hand away from my mouth. He wrenched my head back by my hair and forced his tongue into my mouth, biting my lips and nipping my tongue as he fought for dominance. I trembled in his arms, the lust and fear lighting me up from the inside as he pushed me onto the table.
With a shove of his hands between my shoulders, he had me bent down with my face smashed into the table and my feet on the floor. His grip into my hair increased and his muscular body engulfed mine as he kicked my legs apart. My panted breaths echoed into the empty bar as he rubbed against me, and I wondered if Skid would come back to look for me.
Would he be able to stop the man before he proved me to be beyond redemption?
“Have you been a good girl? Or have you been naughty?” The sound of his voice calmed my fear and brought the darkness to the surface. I realized it was the monster who was holding me, fulfilling one of my more twisted fantasies.
I whispered, barely audible as the darkness encircled us. “I’ve been naughty.”
“You remember what happens to naughty girls?” he whispered, grinding his length against my ass.
My nipples pebbled and I clenched my core as I answered. “Naughty girls get fucked.”
“Right fucking answer.” James whispered menacingly and my heart took flight.
Chapter 11
James
Ihated to be awayfrom Amaya all day, but Preston Pierce insisted on meeting in Portstill to discuss business. He finally gave me some information for my search and we discussed what outcome he was hoping for if I could produce results. I wanted to rush back to Pierce Bluff, but he insisted on dinner before I left. Skid text me that Allie and Hayden had left for a medical emergency, leaving Amaya and the other waitress to close by themselves.
Excusing myself, I drove over the speed limit to make it back to Falcon’s Tavern before they closed. Letting Skid know I wanted to surprise her, I waited in my car until Teresa left and Amaya was alone. When she went into the kitchen, he let me in. He smirked and shook his head as I locked the door, knowing he would stand guard out front.
I hid in the shadows, wanting to give her the fantasy she had reluctantly shared a couple of weeks ago. We were laying on the back porch, staring at the stars when the discussion of secret needs and desires came around. She told me a few of hers that made the monster howl, ready for the chase. I admitted a few of mine and that night, she eagerly fulfilled one.
