“I hope you’re good at multitasking,” she said. “Because I’m about to push your
ability to the limit.”
Before I had a chance to respond, her hot, wet mouth was already swallowing my
dick whole.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Jaden sucked on my cock like she was starving for my cum, and it was the sexiest
fucking thing. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel; my other
hand was on the shifter but wishing it were between her legs. She certainly was
testing my multitasking ability.
Jaden’s tongue swirled and stroked expertly, and when I finally had the chance,
my right hand gripped her tight little ass. The moan that vibrated in her throat
made my cock twitch, and I had to admit, she did make me forget which direction
were going for a moment or two. She had power over me at this moment—the only
time I ever allowed it—when she could nearly bring me to my knees with the way
she sucked me off, the things she could make me feel. She lived for that small
moment of power exchange, but she should know it was nothing but an illusion.
The suction from her greedy mouth had me coming in minutes, my load
shooting down her throat, which she swallowed without issue. After sucking every
last drop of cum, she cleaned her plate like a good little kitten and sat up to wipe
her mouth with the back of her hand, a wicked grin on her face. I tucked my cock
back into my pants, downshifted, and then took off, racing down the freeway. I
didn’t want the smile on Jaden’s face to fade, so I pressed the button for the
convertible top to lower and allowed the wind around us to flow through Jaden’s
beautiful red hair. The genuine laugh she released made my heart clench in my
chest. I fucking loved that sound. So I turned up Ludacris, and Jaden just laughed
aloud, not even hesitating to start rapping along with the song, all fucks out the
window. I’d never felt myself smile as big as I did when I watched her spit those
lyrics as if she didn’t have a care in the world. And I decided right then and there
that making her smile would become one of my top priorities.
I would see Jaden in a white dress, a baby in her arms, a smile on her face, and
blood on her hands if it was the last thing I ever did.
48
STANDSTILL
I lost count of the weeks that went by after the baby shower. I was hoping that
night would at least be somewhat useful, and it turned out that it was. I knew
something was up with that girl Darren’s brother had brought. I could feel it the
moment she looked at Darren, and it only happened once. I caught the fear in her
eyes immediately, recognized it like reading a fucking stop sign. She knew who
Darren was, and I had a feeling I knew exactly how she did.
When she had first spoken to me, she asked how I knew Darren. Her voice was
quiet, meek, and I didn’t like it. I could smell opportunity knocking, and I didn’t
want to scare it away, but I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention either. I kept
my eyes on the table as I addressed her, not wanting to give away the impression
that we were actually speaking.
“I have a feeling you already know the answer,” I quietly said to her.
She gulped so loud I could hear it.
“You were sold, too,” I stated, my eyes staring at the flower arrangement on the
table.
“Yes,” she whispered, fear coating that entire syllable. It made my heart
plummet into the pit of my stomach. It was so easy to forget sometimes that the
man I occasionally found slight amusement in was still selling girls as sex slaves. It
hurt so deep; I could feel it down to the marrow of my bones.
“How long ago?” I asked.
She was silent for a moment before she answered. “Fourteen months.”
“Jesus.”
“Are you … his?” she asked me, barely making eye contact.
I nodded.
“Oh, God,” she nearly whimpered, covering her trembling lips with her palm.
“I’m so sorry.”
I ignored her worry. I was more interested in where she came from and where
she currently was.
“And you’re Dominic’s?”
She sniffled back some tears and wiped her nose. “No. He just brought me here
to keep him company.”
“Brought you from where?”
“Las Vegas.”
I tried not to let my panic surface. Of course, Darren’s reaches extended to
fucking Vegas. That must be where his youngest brother runs his end of the
organization.
“Are there more of you?”
She nodded. “Many more of us. We work in the underground clubs.”
“Doing
