tense up as my internal muscles squeezed Darren’s cock for everything he had.
Darren groaned aloud as he found his own release, his thrusts slowing but still just
as firm before he finally stopped.
Still buried inside me, Darren yanked my head back by my hair and growled into
my ear.
“Disobey me, and I will kill one family member while you watch helplessly from
a screen.”
My breath caught in my throat as I fought against the depression that
threatened to rise.
You knew this. You knew he was going to use that against you.
“Have I made myself clear?” he barked.
“Yes, Darren,” I whispered back, a single tear making it past my barrier.
“Good girl,” he said and pulled out of me, leaving his seed to seep out of my lips
and down my thigh. “Get cleaned up. We’ll be landing in an hour.”
I waited for the door to close before pushing myself off the bed and heading back
into the bathroom. Once I was clean, I ditched my destroyed thong and walked back
to my seat where Darren was already waiting for me. Strapping myself in, I pulled
my legs up to my chest, my dress covering my entire lower half, and summoned up
the courage to open my window. We seemed lower to the ground now, the plane
slowly making its descent every few thousand feet. I could see buildings and trees,
roads and small bodies of water. Clouds whipped by us, the sun still shining above,
yet even in the midst of an experience I had never had before, my concern was not
of the sky, but of the ground below.
Now that Darren had laid out the new rules, I felt myself wanting to slip back
into my depression, to give way to the tears that wanted to fall, to crumple in the
exhaustion of trying to stay strong. The cuffs that chilled the skin around my wrists
and ankles reminded me of how hopeless my situation was.
A new chessboard had been laid out—my family members were my pieces and
Darren’s empire, his. The unfairness was that my pieces were blind to the game,
unaware that they were even playing. I’d hoped that my message to Jason would get
through to them, but obviously after my “death,” the idea of a threat against them
seemed to be debunked. They probably thought Jason was crazy now and probably
resented my mom and brothers for disappearing. Everything was so fucked up, but
at least I’d gotten four people away from Darren’s clutches … for now. I knew his
men were still looking for them, and I didn’t know if I could survive it if he found
them.
21
UNWELCOME HOME
A small bout of turbulence shook the plane, dragging me from my thoughts and
causing me to grip the arms of the chair. Darren remained unconcerned as he
rested his chin in his hand, his eyes still focused on the screen of his laptop. He was
watching something, and by the looks of it, he didn’t like what he saw. His jaw was
clenched, his eyes cold and narrow, clearly deep in thought. Something was going
on; something he wasn’t telling me, something he wouldn’t tell me.
An announcement came over the speakers, declaring we were about to land. I
looked out my window to find the approaching runway up ahead, excitement and
nervousness mixing in my stomach. I could see Darren in my peripherals as he shut
the laptop in obvious irritation and placed it in a bag by his seat. A few moments
later, my body experienced the change in elevation, the pressure fluctuating before
we finally hit the ground. I didn’t know anything about landings, but it felt smooth.
When the plane finally came to a stop, the engines cut out, but my nerves
increased. When the door was finally opened and the stairs released, Darren stood
and escorted me out of the plane. Nodding at the pilot and co-pilot in obvious
thank you, Darren led me down the stairs where we were greeted by three black
BMWs and about six men dressed in black. They waited by the cars, their hands
neatly placed in front of them, their blank expressions hindered behind dark
sunglasses.
Darren kept a firm grip on my shoulder as he walked us to the middle car where
one of his men opened the door for me.
“Sir,” he said with a nod of acknowledgment to Darren.
Scooting inside, Darren followed me in, watching as I buckled my seat belt and
turned my head to stare out the window. Moments later, more doors slammed shut,
the car took off, and we were in motion. As I watched the outside pass by, I realized
even though I’d been with Darren for the past five months, this was only the
second time I’d been in a vehicle with him. I was grateful he allowed me to sit in the
seat like a human being, instead of between his legs on the floor.
Darren ignored me for virtually the entire drive, which lasted about an hour. He
spent most of his time typing away on his phone, and I was fine with that. The
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