“They will be,” I croak. He lets go and shoves me toward the door. I scramble for my purse and keys, praying he doesn’t have one of his men following me.
I go by the school and drop off Sophia’s uniform. I leave the school and go down the street to Arnie’s Pizza Arcade and ask to use the phone. I dial the number Prospect gave me and ask where he wants to meet.
I’m scared shitless as I pull into the parking garage of the hotel. Prospect is waiting for me in room 325. I enter the elevator and press the number to the fourth floor with shaky hands. I can’t believe I am doing this. It’s reckless and pretty fucking dumb, but he makes me feel wanted. He’s the one thing that I have that’s mine other than my daughter.
Taking a deep breath, I get off the elevator and look down both ends of the hallway. I don’t see anyone. I put my fist to the door once I find the right one and knock twice in rapid succession.
The door flies open, and Prospect is on me, already naked and erect. His tongue is in my mouth and his hands are tearing at my clothes. I can scarcely breathe with the way he is attacking me, but I like it.
He pushes me down on the bed and my dress comes up over my head, blinding me. “Fuck, baby. You are already wet and pulsing for me. So eager to get properly fucked. Tricky hasn’t been playing with my pussy has he.” I don’t answer him. The last thing I want to think about right now is my bastard husband.
Prospect slides a finger through my slick heat, teasing me. I go to move my dress, but he orders me to leave it. Next, I feel his tongue as he tastes me. Torturing me with slow and methodical licks from clit to ass.
“Gonna fuck your tight little asshole soon, Nikki. Wanna see my cum dripping out of every hole, because you’re mine. My dirty girl.” He pushes two fingers in, and I go still. “Don’t fight me. Just getting you warmed up.” I feel like I can’t breathe as my pulse hammers in my throat. I struggle to get away from him, but it only makes him want me more. Prospect doesn’t know the things Tricky has made me endure and that him touching me there is triggering some fucked up memories.
“Shh. Easy. It won’t be today,” he tells me, and I relax. “Let me fuck you, baby. I’ll be gentle.” His fingers stroke my thighs and up to my stomach. His lips kiss me tenderly. “I can be easy, but you drive me crazy.”
I run my fingers through his hair and smile. “We gotta be careful. Tricky is a bad man.”
“Don’t worry about that fucker right now, just let me have you.” His words make my heart beat fast, I wish I could give Prospect all of me. I never thought I would be in this sort of situation. Cheating on my husband. I hate cheaters. But does it really count as cheating when your husband only rapes you, beats you, and fucks every single woman out and around town, even in front of me and our daughter in our own bed?
**
“I don’t want to go home,” Sophia whines. I don’t want to go either but for now we have no choice. It is simply the way things are.
“If we’re lucky he won’t even be home.” I buckle my seatbelt and start the car. We had a great time going out for ice cream and getting our nails and toes done. Sometimes Tricky doesn’t care what we do while others he is all up in my ass about every breath I take. I start to pull out of the parking lot when my cell phone rings. It’s my bastard husband. I don’t want to answer the call but don’t want to face the consequences of ignoring him either.
“Hey.”
“Where the fuck are you?” He roars so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
“On our way home. We just left the nail salon.”
“I’ve been waiting on my supper for two Goddamned hours. You better have something good for me when you get here.”
“Sophia was wanting Long Johns. I’m getting ready to go through the drive-thru. We’ll be home soon.” He hangs up on me and I drop my phone back in my purse.
Sophia’s good mood has gone and so has mine. We had such a great time just the two of us but like always that monster has to ruin everything.
I grab our food and hurry home, breaking every traffic law in the process.
As soon as I park the car, Tricky stomps out the front door and orders Sophia to take our dinner inside. He comes to the driver’s side and forces his hand between my legs, grabbing the crotch of my thong. He pushes a finger inside me then slowly draws it out as I flinch at the contact. He sniffs his finger and I shudder, repulsed by the ritual. He doesn’t speak but grunts like he gets some sort of sick satisfaction from the act. He then checks the mileage on the car, satisfied with the reading.
“Got a friend coming over tonight. Want you to watch.”
I shudder but don’t give him a reaction. I gave up caring a long time ago.
Chapter 12
Grady
I get back home, and Susan is waiting on me with a steak dinner. “What’s the occasion?”
“I have something to tell you.” She goes up on her tiptoes and gives me a full on the mouth kiss and pulls back. “You taste like pussy.”
I chuckle. “I thought that was your breath. Heard you had a good time with Shelia on my bed today.” Her eyes darken as she scowls.
“Well you weren’t around to get me off. Someone had to do the job.”