“Very smart, Tink. I wondered if you would somehow find a way to send out an S.O.S.”
“Fuck lot of good it did.” I say a bit louder than I mean too.
“Don’t be upset. He is only doing as is expected of him.”
“What the fuck. A woman tells him she is being kidnapped and instead of doing the decent thing and getting help for her, he gives the note to her captor. What kind of place is this? They say decency is alive and well, obviously not in Chicago.” I am yelling now, but I don't give a shit. I am baffled by what just happened and I don’t know how to handle this. I can see people from the other tables staring at us and I am ashamed to admit part of me is hoping they don’t call the authorities.
“I own this establishment, baby. No one would go against me.” Well shit. I didn’t factor in that possibility. “Now, if you are done with the hysterics, shall we?'' He lifts me from the chair and guides me out, his grip leaving no doubt he is in control in this scenario. The car ride goes by in a blur and before I know it, I am in the bedroom on the bed, pinned down by him, one of his hands holding both of mine. “You have been biting your lip the whole ride. Do you have something to say to me, Zona?”
“Fuck you!” I spit at his face. It was all I could say and muster even a hint of disdain because at this moment with his body between mine, that is far from what I am feeling. Everything in me is buzzing, heating up like liquid smoke, begging him to do something, anything to quiet the chaos inside of me.
“Soon, little Tink. Soon. You may be spitting right now, upset, and indignant, but your body is reaching toward me. Look at these beautiful buds, baby.” His teeth bite my nipple through my shirt, and I moan, the sound slipping from my mouth before I can call it back. “What am I going to find when I spread this slit open?'' His breath is fanning my neck, the warmth from his mouth a promise of pleasure to come, but I don’t want to tell him how much I am angling for him. I whimper when his finger finds the lips of my pussy. “Christ you’re on fire, little Tink. Oh God. You're so sticky and warm.” His tongue licks up the side of my neck and holy hell. He circles my clit, biting and sucking, alternating between my nipples and neck. I can feel the burn rising, starting from my toes and then he stops.
“What…” I stop myself from demanding he finish what he started. I watch as he licks his fingers, moaning from the taste of my pussy. My kitty clenches watching him enjoy my flavor. Asshole.
“Now you know that I know. You can sit in here and think about it all night, on edge, unfulfilled. Don’t touch my pussy, Chiara. You won’t like the consequences.” I watch befuddled as he smirks and walks out the door. I hear the lock click in place and in a delayed reaction, I scream at the door and through the vase. I have to watch myself. He is dangerous, in more than one way.
FIVE
JAKUB
Walking away from her and that sweet pussy is hard, shit, harder than hard. Damn near impossible, but empires have only been lost due to the pussy, so I have no choice. Getting that message from my father telling me I took the wrong girl was like a gut punch, something else he can try to use to prove I am unworthy of the position I was placed in. I can make excuses. Hell, I can come up with a hundred valid reasons for the mistake, but the truth is, from the moment she bumped into me, and I was able to smell her, something inside of me clicked and all the other shit went out of the window.
Now, in my defense, there were no photos of his daughters anywhere. Not on the book, not on the gram, not on the tok. I saw a plethora of women and girls coming and going from his home so it could have been any one of them. This one just etched herself into my senses and I was no longer able to give a fuck. He spat and spewed his normal shit, giving me his version of a mandate for how to fix it. I of course told him what building to jump from and at what speed.
I do, however, have to come up with a plan. “Have you heard?” I am greeted by my brother when I reach the bottom of the stairs.