He plunges inside me, his hand going up until his fingers tangle in my hair. His other hand finds my hip, and he uses it to guide his thrusts, which quickly become rough and powerful. I moan as the ache deep down inside me rises to the surface and pleasure rips through my body. Samson knows how to fuck, and he knows how to get a woman exactly where she needs to be.
He releases my hip and presses his body against mine so he’s able to reach around the front to find my clit. He rubs in slow but deep motions and I cum within minutes. My cries fill the room, and I couldn’t care less if anyone hears them. I let my pleasure echo through the near empty space and together with Samson’s panting and low grunts, we make quite a song.
Samson finds his release minutes after my own, and with a raspy hiss, he slows his thrusting and carefully releases his body from mine, not fully pulling out, but letting me go and taking his weight off my back. A moment later, he pulls his cock out. I reach down, pull up my pants, and turn around to see him ripping the condom off before tucking his cock away and doing up his jeans.
“Thanks,” I murmur, turning toward the door.
“Aviana,” he calls when I reach it.
I look back at him.
“Don’t let that bitterness eat you up, it’ll kill you.”
I smile, low and empty. “Too late for that.”
Then, I leave.
3THEN – COHEN
My hands tremble as I look at the bodies on the floor, blood soaking into the rich fucking carpet. The gold swirls are no longer, instead they’re red, a dark, angry red. The men have started to go a paleish sort of blue, and I know, soon, their bodies will begin to decompose.
I didn’t want to do what I did.
Nobody knows it was me, not even King. Aviana’s family thought I was here because of some drug deal gone wrong; little did they know I was about to take everything. I had to. I had no choice. The things they were doing were dangerous. The plans they had would have ruined Aviana’s life. She doesn’t know it yet, but everything I’ve done here tonight is to save her life.
What I’m about to do is going to save her life.
If she knew that they had planned for her...
I stare at her, on the ground, out cold. Fucking hurts, I won’t lie. Knowing that I’m ruining the one good thing I’ve found is something even I am struggling to handle. She and I, we’re close. She’s this ray of light in a dark fucking world. She’s likely my best fucking friend, and I’m about to take everything from her.
She’s in danger, and the only way for her to be safe is if they think she’s dead. Gone. Never to be seen again. I’ve got a plan, only it didn’t go as I expected.
She was never meant to be here.
She was never meant to see me.
She was simply meant to think her family was dead and want to move away.
I was going to take her, give her a new life.
But she saw it all.
She has questions, questions I can’t give her answers to.
Now I’m left with a big fucking mess that I have to clean up quickly.
I place the handful of papers and money down on the desk, feeling sick to my fucking stomach knowing how close she got to figuring all this out. If she did, it would be the end for her. She’d be gone, and her life would be forever destroyed. She’s worth too much to them. I can’t let that happen to her. She’s fucking family. She’s had a rough time. She doesn’t deserve any more pain.
I pull out my phone and dial, knowing I’m running out of time for my original plan. Now, I have to go to plan B. Now, I have to give her to someone else, someone I’m not entirely sure will ever be able to help her the way I intended, but they’re a hell of a lot better than what’ll come for her if I don’t make her disappear.
“Cohen,” a rough male voice answers.
“Cason, I got a big favor for you.”
“Talk to me.”
“Got a girl, she’s in a fuckin’ lot of danger. I need her to disappear. Need her to be sent somewhere she can’t return. Give her a name, a new identity, and I’ll send some cash to set her up. But I want her safe. You swing that?”
He pauses. “I can swing it, brother, but you gotta know once I make her disappear what happens to her after that isn’t on me, I can only do my best to make sure she has everything she needs to start a new life.”
Fuck.
My stomach flips, and my hands shake. Sweat beads on my upper lip. I’m running out of fucking time.
She’ll wake up soon.
It’ll all be over.
They’ll come for her.
“I know,” I say, my voice a low rasp. “I know, but it’s the only option. Do your best, take care of her.”
“I’m on it. I’ll have someone swing by and pick her up. Give me your location.”
I give him my location and then hang up the phone. I turn to the girl lying on the floor, her eyes closed, breathing steady. I walk over to her, slowly kneeling down until I’m by her side. I stroke a finger over her face and try
