Page 70 of Nobody Wants Me
I thought about Ivan’s island—the openness, the windows, the ocean, the freedom.I got that it wasn’t really freedom as we were trapped there, but at least it offered better than this.I hated this feeling.
“We’ll make it work,” Victor said.
I looked at him and knew that was exactly what he believed.Handing him his sandwich, I picked mine up and followed him into the sitting room.We sat down on the sofa, and it was soft and felt good against my ass.
I took a bite of my sandwich and it was good.Ham and cheese, simple, yet tasty.I liked it.We ate in silence, but it was no longer awkward.There was a companionable silence between us.This I could handle more than anything else.
Once we finished our sandwiches, Victor took the plates, and when I tried to get up to follow him, he wouldn’t let me.I had to sit there, in a room that was foreign to me.Aware of the dangers lurking outside.
The Butcher said she would randomly come and say hello.I don’t know what she went to do, but I imagine it was important.As for me, I was here, just waiting and wondering.
Then Victor returned, and he slid in beside me, reaching out, and grabbing a leg, to place it on his lap.I didn’t ask what he was doing as he flipped the shoe I’d been wearing off, along with the sock.His hands began to massage my feet.
“We’re going to get through this.”
I leaned against the back of the sofa and looked at him.“You’re going to hate this.”
“True, but don’t you think I’ve had to travel before?Trust me, I have, and this is no different.”
“It is a lot different.
This made him laugh.“Nah, it’s not.You don’t think I’ve had people trying to kill me before?Trust me, I have.It’ll all be okay.I don’t like who the target is, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make this right.”
His hands felt so good.I’d never had my feet massaged before.In all honesty, I thought my feet were way too ticklish to be held like this, but the way his hands worked, they felt so good, and I didn’t want him to stop.
I don’t quite know how we ended up with me wearing no jeans and Victor without any pants, but we did.His face pressed against my pussy, lifting my legs over his shoulders, as he brought me to an orgasm that had me screaming his name.I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.I needed it.
Victor moved up between my spread thighs.His chin still glistening from my arousal, and then he kissed me.At the same time, I felt the tip of his cock as he pressed against my core, and it made me gasp, arching up, wanting to feel him inside me.
Slowly, inch by inch, he sank to the hilt deep within me, making me cry out.I looked up into his eyes, and I was captured by him.He pulled out and then slid back inside.Within seconds, he had my lips trapped beneath his own, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
This situation was not ideal, however, I knew it was going to be okay, as long as we had each other.
That was all that mattered.
Chapter Fifteen
