Page 35 of Unchained
As the torment of need laced my mind, Stephanie buried her fingernails into my ass, clawing at the skin, her legs beginning to kick, her hips viciously grinding against me. I almost said it but held back, Suzanne on my mind even as my mind and world were crumbling.
Stephanie tensed and squirmed, her back arching as she came with my dick pushed deep inside. For the first time in my life, I had nothing left, and instead of coming, I rolled to my side and pulled the blissful Stephanie back against me.
Stephanie reached back and grabbed my ass, her strength waning, her moans of pure elation calming to a whimper. I kissed her ear and neck, laying my arm over her and pressing her back against me.
“Stephanie.”
I turned to find Veronica in the open doorway, her lace teddy hugging her body though her breasts threatened to burst through the material. “Leave her alone,” I said. “She’s done nothing wrong.”
“It’s okay.” Stephanie kissed me and left the room, lowering her head as she passed Veronica.
I was beginning not to care how much information Veronica had on Suzanne. It didn’t matter the hows and whys anymore. Veronica was treating people like shit, and I was not going to allow her to hold anything over my head.
“You didn’t finish her off,” Veronica said. “How disappointing.”
“You should mind your own fucking business. Not everything concerns you.”
“And you should remember where you’re at and who your host is.” She clasped her hands together and hung them in front of the crotch I wanted to pound with a ruthless that would send her to the grave.
“It’s two in the fucking morning. Don’t you ever sleep?”
“I can’t sleep when I keep thinking of ways to torture you.”
“Fucking fantastic, Veronica.” I threw back the covers. “Your father was an asshole who supplied drugs to people all up and down the east coast. Kids fucking overdosed on his shit.”
“I argue with nothing you have said.”
“He deserved what he got in prison.”
“Fair enough.” She smirked, and I reached for the light next to the bed. “Stop!”
“The fuck is your problem?” I left the light alone and stood, approaching her cautiously. “What in the hell are you not telling me? This can’t all be about your father.”
“It’s about control, Deacon. It’s about me owning your ass. Like I have so far.”
“Not anymore, it’s not. I’m done with your shit and your threats.” I leaned against the wall, less than a foot from where she stood. “When we get to Rio, I’m flying back to Miami and taking Stephanie with me.” Before Stephanie’s name fully left my lips, a second boat pulled away from the yacht.
“Stephanie is already on her way to Brazil, Deacon. You can mark her off your list.”
“Then, I’m leaving.” I started out the door, but Veronica quickly stuck her arm out and blocked the way.
“You’re not. We still have business to settle. When that’s done, you’re going to meet some friends of mine, as I keep telling you.”
“You’ve got some balls.”
“And you have no idea.” She moved her arm, but I stayed where I was. “Get some sleep. In the morning, over breakfast, we will finish this conversation, and I will explain the arrangements we have in Rio.” She walked away but stopped and turned. “There’s still a lot you don’t know, Deacon. So if you get an idea in your head to try and leave on your own, you will be sorry. I hold all the cards. Not you.”
Veronica walked away, and I closed the door. Every time I thought I might have the upper hand, she comes in and destroys it. What else did she know?
I stepped to one of the narrow windows and watched the boat disappear in the distance. I couldn’t see shoreline lights or any other ships. I feared I’d just helped sign Stephanie’s death warrant.
