He growled. “Do it for me.”
I pitched forward as I came, Abram groaning as he held me tight against the base of his cock. My walls pulsed around his shaft, so hot and hard that he growled to the ceiling before laying me on the couch and sinking into me again, his blue eyes gazing deep into mine. I saw the pleasure twisting his face with every rhythmic plunge inside me. I let out a soft moan. Limp, breathless under him, I was still struck with one more need. “I want you to come on me, Abram,” I pleaded, reveling in the flash of surprise in his eye before he clenched his jaw and pulled out, his abs clenching as he squeezed off the condom and exploded on my stomach, hissing my name as the final pumps spurted hot onto my breasts.
chapter eighteen
The reality of how long we’d been gone sunk in as the elevator beeped down from the penthouse. Guilt hit me. We hadn’t even tried to be timely. Abram had spent a solid few minutes kneeling at the end of the couch, admiring my glistening breasts like his favorite piece of artwork. He’d kissed my lips as he wiped my body clean and cursed about how gorgeous I was as he helped me get dressed.
He didn’t come back to Earth till his phone buzzed on the table. I realized it had been doing so for awhile but now it kept going, someone incessantly calling. “Nate. We have to go,” Abram muttered when he looked at the screen. And though he was pensive in the elevator, he still held my waist, sliding his thumb into the slit under my bust, stroking the underside of my breast. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him the entire ride down, for some reason struck with a fresh wave of awe for his beauty. Maybe he felt it, because he flashed me a little smile before the doors opened.
But I knew something was off the second we stepped out because Abram stiffened and walked in front of me, shielding my body with his. The hall was darker than we’d left it, and so eerily quiet it felt like the entire hotel might be empty.
“How long were we upstairs for?” My question was a whisper.
He looked down at his phone. “Over an hour,” he said. I could tell he couldn’t believe himself. I could hardly believe it either. It had felt as if we’d been upstairs for twenty minutes at most.
“Abram, I’m sorry – ”
“Don’t.” He stopped me in the still darkness. His voice was stern and his body rigid, but his touch was tender on my cheek. “No matter what happens, you need to know that none of it is ever your fault.” I heard footsteps behind us and as Abram’s gaze flicked past my shoulder, he held me tight, his voice hasty when he spoke. “Just go back to your room okay, Isla? I’ll check on you in a bit, just turn around right now and go– ”
“Fucking knew it!” I heard Nate’s dog-like growl two seconds before I felt him yanking my wrist.
“Nate!” Abram charged but stopped in his tracks just as I noticed it too – the streams of bright red running down Nate’s face. I gasped at the wide-open gash on his left temple, still trickling blood.
“What? What do you want to say to me right now? Besides the fact that you were upstairs fucking her while I was down here realizing that those assholes aren’t here for us, they were here for Toro and they’ve been giving his men cues about us all fucking night.” Nate shoved a blood-covered phone into Abram’s hands. “Jesse sent them to fucking bring us to him so he could take his time killing us – just like he did to Gavin,” he snarled before dragging me down the hall like a speed demon, my feet barely able to keep up.
“Nate, stop!”
“You wanna act like this is a game, little girl? Let me show you how fun it is,” Nate hissed, taking me to the end of the hall and kicking open the door to reveal a scene that made my knees give out.
Dark puddles pooled at the feet of the two men Nate and Abram had sat with at that VIP table. Their faces were hardly recognizable. Crisp and polished before, they were now slumped over, bound to chairs with their eyes so swollen shut they looked like fleshy golf balls. Blood wept from the head of one and trickled out the mouth of the other. My hand covered my mouth so hard I nearly smothered myself. Nate sneered as I had to hold onto him for balance, watching one of Abram’s men tie up a third person. He stepped away to reveal the petite woman whom I’d been so furiously jealous of an hour ago. She was unconscious now. Her mascara ran down her cheeks, her lip busted so wide open I felt sick to my stomach.
“Fucking psycho,” I shoved Nate, flying into a rage. He absorbed every one of my blows until Abram had me held back.
“Isla, stop. You have no idea what’s going on right now!” he said viciously.
“Look at what he did to her!” I fought Abram’s grip when I saw the fingerprints starting to bruise around her neck. For some reason, I could stomach the men’s injuries but I couldn’t hers. Barefoot now, she was under five feet. Her bouffant undone, she looked like a little girl. “Look at what he did to her! How could you fucking defend this, Abram?”
“You don’t know who we’re dealing with, Isla.”
“She’s half my size!”
“I’m glad you noticed but not every person who kills looks like me!” Abram hissed with a fury that pierced my stomach. Nate cursed under his breath.
“Get her to her fucking room,” he finally said before stepping toward the more conscious man of the two. I watched him spit out blood and grin.
“Fresh collateral.” The words were lazy and muffled from his swollen lips. “I’ll let Jesse know.”
I had no idea what he meant but suddenly Abram released me and went to him.
“So much more fun you can have with a pretty gi – ”
Blood spattered wet on the wall. I stumbled back, in shock as Abram stood in front of the man, wiping off the gun he’d whipped him unconscious with. He’d had a gun this entire time. Of course he had. How hadn’t I known? I watched in heart-wrenched terror as Abram simply stood there for a moment, as if admiring his handiwork – a collapsed cheekbone, smashed in by the barrel of his pistol. As he then ambled away, the petite girl stirred, her small, bloodied arm falling off her lap into his path.
My stomach
turned as Abram flung it out of his way like trash.
With that, I was gone – out the door and ready to leave the Monarch. Forever. I had been so damned blind, so foolish to believe that Abram was good despite what I’d seen him do that one night. I was a idiot to think that he wasn’t just a brutal, cold-blooded murderer – one who wouldn’t so much as blink twice at the notion of hitting a woman. And a woman he’d been affectionate with just an hour ago.