Page 43 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

“Wrap your legs around me. If I feel you’re holding back or I’m losing you, I’ll get the flogger. If it feels good…moan, scream, whatever you feel. Just don’t you dare fucking try to restrain yourself. Understood?”

She gave a stiff nod and moved her legs around me, resting her feet at the center of my back. The first lick down her slit had my tongue going right back toward her entrance. Her essence had the beast within ramming to get out. My fingers dug into her hips, gripping her like my very life was hanging on by a thread. No…it was. She was killing anything that remained of the man I used to be. I didn’t know him, but I was starting not to want to. If I could just erase it all, consume myself here with training Kit and never look back, I could be happy. I could forget.

A loud moan had my eyes connecting with hers. Pressure from her foot drew me in closer so I could penetrate her more, but I moved up, sucking her clit into my mouth. The intake of breath had her eyes widening, only for her lids to lower while she arched.

The sight before me was what dreams were made of, and I was going to twist this one for all it was worth. Twist her mind and body until I got more than the fulfillment I was already experiencing.

“Move, little one,” I said, spanking her ass. “You know you want to. You’re thinking about it, but you’re not putting it into action. I feel the slight rocking. Do it. Fuck my face until you come.”

One of my hands slid to her lower back to offer more support while Kit’s legs thrust me forward. The sway of her hips began in earnest. Sounds ranged from nearly silent to deep, guttural moans that vibrated her body. Teeth bit into her lower lip at moments while she watched me explore her pussy. When my tongue slid into her, she cried out, grinding herself into my face. Pink tinted her cheeks and I could see she was getting close. My cock was so hard, it was almost impossible not to spin her around and pound into her.

“Oh my God,” she breathed out. “Yes. Yes, Father. More.”

The strain was there, lacing her tone. My arm wrapped around her waist and I brought my free hand around, sliding my finger into her tight channel. In fast flicks, I teased her clit with my tongue, barely brushing over the sensitive nub. A scream exploded through the room and spasms shook her body, causing her to bend and turn. With my grip as secure as it was, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I removed my finger, pushing in deep so I could drink in all that she was. The sweetness drove me in as far as I could manage. Still, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. To feast on her until she had nothing left to give.

The alarm blasting through the room had my head shooting up and my eyes locking with Kit’s panicked ones.

Chapter 15

Kit

Chase was unbuckling the restrains so fast, I could barely process what I was hearing. The initial surprise of the loud noise had left me confused, but as it registered, I was overcome with fear. Was it the sheriff coming back to get me? Was it my brother? Chase’s attacker, back to finish the job?

My hands dropped and Chase jumped down, tossing me the shirt. He raced for the counter, grabbing the gun resting on top. When he opened the cabinet and pulled out another, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling.

“The shirt,” he snapped.

I was already fumbling to get it on, but my arms were almost useless from being bound for so long. In a swift pull, I managed to force it over me. My legs felt heavy as I scrambled from the mattress to make it to Chase’s side. His hand clutched my wrist and we headed for the stairs at a fast pace. I didn’t want to go with him. I didn’t want him to go at all.

“You’re going to stay under here. You are not to move or come out until I get you. Clear?”

He headed for the small door resting underneath and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my head.

“This is not the time to argue, Kit.” He swung open the barrier. At a loud crash above, he shoved me in the dark space and quickly shut the door. The small room wasn’t but a few feet long and from what I’d seen from the brief glimpse I’d gotten, it was filled with clothes. They hung along the back wall, taking up nearly half the space.

Light poured in from the gap at the bottom and before I could lower to peek out, creaking registered above. My head shot up and I couldn’t stop the cringe that had my shoulders caving in. Did they hear it?

Each footstep was light, but they could have been equivalent to a cannon for the anxiety they elicited. When they were directly over me, I knew he was close to the top. I felt myself edging back, closer to the clothes. They brushed along the bare part of my arms. My hands rose to grip along my biceps when a shot caused them to fly up to my mouth, covering the scream that threatened to escape. I threw myself back, hitting the wall, concealing myself with the wardrobe around me. Tears stung my eyes and my chest wracked with silent sobs. A million questions exploded within my mind. Who got shot? Was it Chase, or the intruder?

Glass shattered in the distance. It was followed by more heavy, crashing sounds. Another shot made a sound escape me. Slowly, I lowered, pushing the long clothes in front of me to provide cover. The alarm died out and minutes went by.

Then…footsteps.

I pushed my hands over my mouth tighter, trying to stop the broken, heavy breaths leaving me. A creak moaned lowly toward the bottom of the stairs. Harder, I pushed into the wall. God, what was I going to do if someone found me?

Shuffling outside the door had me shaking so hard, I quit breathing altogether. When light flooded through the cracks between the clothes, I prayed no one would see. Air came in a gush and the scraping of hangers left me face to face with deep green eyes. They were different—devoid of emotions as they stared down at me.

“Let’s go.”

Pressure from Chase’s hand locked on my arm and he pulled me up. In fast steps, he dragged me to the stairs. Before I could ask questions, my stare locked on a strangers hand overhanging from the top step. It was covered with a black leather glove. My feet came to a halt, but Chase tugged me forward. Higher, we climbed, until I came face to face with the figure lying dead on the ground. Blood was already puddling out around his chest.

“Where are we going? Who is that?” I managed.

Chase pushed the door open wider, pulling the black mask from the man’s head. Long, blond hair rested back and I could tell he was young.

“Son of bitch,” Chase said, crouching to stare at the figure. “His name is Jonas. I came across him and another man behind the convenience store by the church. He was…talking about drugs, although he didn’t know I knew that. I overhead their conversation…”

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