Chapter Seven

Pit

Axel bangs the gavel on the table and the brothers fall silent. "How's things with the girl?" he asks me.

"Same," I say with a shrug. "I've left her in London's capable hands. She's not had friends before, so I reckon she might open up to her."

He gives a nod. "Good idea." He slides her mobile across the desk. "No tracker. Maybe he didn't get time to fit it."

I take it. "He's not been in touch?"

Axel shakes his head. "Get the girl to call him. I wanna know what he's got to say. If he isn't bothered about her, there's no point in us keeping her around."

"Pres," snaps Coop, and Axel holds his hand up.

"I don't wanna hear it, Coop. She's no good to us, and what the fuck am I meant to do with her? Pit wants to get back on the road. He don't wanna babysit."

I nod in agreement, even though right now, I want nothing more than to babysit. Something about her makes me want to be around her. I spent an hour this afternoon watching her fucking sleep. Sleep. I'm going soft.

"Alec knows we've got a shitload of stock stored at the docks. He might strike again. I've had to put more men on the yard cos we don't stand a chance of moving it," says Grizz.

"Until we speak to him and find out what he wants, or until we end him, we'll just have to pay for the extra men," says Axel. "But it's coming out of everyone's subs." The brothers groan, and Axel slams the gavel on the table. "Get the fuck out of here."

We wait for the room to clear as I sit back at the table with Axel and Grizz. "How long we giving this?" I ask.

"A few days?" suggests Grizz, looking to Axel for confirmation.

"Yeah, three max." I nod stiffly and rise to my feet.

"Look, I'm with Coop on this, and I hate hurting innocent women—women full stop, to be honest—so if there's another way to keep her quiet, just say the word," adds Axel.

I head for the door. There is no other way. Unless we can strike a deal that satisfies Alec and the club, Tessa will die.

London chews on her lower lip, eyeing me as I pour myself a whiskey. "Did she suspect?" I ask, sitting on a rock closest to the fire.

"No. Although Ebony was a cow and almost had her running back to her room. She didn't say much, just what you already know about the dating app. I'll keep trying." I nod. "In the meantime, if you need your bed kept warm . . ." She trails off, leaving the sentence open.

I run my eyes over her bronzed body and give a slight nod. "Wait in my room," I tell her.

She stands gracefully, walking towards me and bending slow to place a lingering kiss on my lips. I close my eyes. "I can't wait," she whispers, walking away. I open them again to see Tessa sitting on the balcony watching us. Guilt fills me, though fuck knows why. I haven't done anything wrong.

I knock the whiskey back and place the glass on the grass by my feet. Then I stand and head after London.

I stop outside my room with my hand on the doorknob, but before I can go inside, Tessa's door opens. She steps out, staring at me expectantly. Her chest rises and falls fast, like her heart is racing, and then she tugs her lower lip between her teeth.

The silence stretches out between us, and then my hand falls away from the doorknob and I stride towards her, closing the gap in seconds. Our mouths crash together hungrily, and her arms wrap around my neck as I lift her into my arms, pulling her against me as I back into her bedroom and kick the door closed.

Sliding her down my body, I run my hands up her sides, lifting her T-shirt and pulling it from her body, dropping it to the ground. We don't break the kiss as I push her back onto the bed and crawl over her body. My cock strains in my jeans as I move my mouth across her cheek and along her collarbone. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she closes her eyes as I circle her nipple with my tongue. It puckers, and I close my lips over it, gently tugging.

As I move down her body, her legs fall open and I settle between them. She stills, realising my mouth is inches from her pussy, and when I run my tongue through her wetness, she gasps. I press my thumb over her swollen clit, and she arches her back. "You ever been touched like this before, Te?" I ask.

Tessa

His voice comes out strained, rumbling through me and causing shivers in my core. "No," I whisper, "not like this." He swipes his tongue again, and I push my fingers into his hair, tugging him closer.

I forced myself to step out into the hallway. I didn't want him going into his room, where I knew London was waiting for him. I didn't analyse why, because I knew I'd talk myself out of it, but for once, I'm living a little. If this is my last few weeks or days on this earth, then I'm going to have sex. I will not die a virgin.

Pit keeps the pressure on my clit, occasionally licking along my opening and humming his approval. I feel a warmth building, way more intense than when I touch myself. "You look fucking hot," he murmurs.

Sparks burst and my insides melt into mush as I shudder, clinging to his hair and panting as the convulsions take over. I loosen my grip on his hair, and my hands fall to my sides while I bask in the warmth, relaxing into the mattress.

Pit crawls back up my body, and I take a breath, readying myself for whatever he plans to do now, but he surprises me by climbing from the bed. "Goodnight, Te."

I frown, glancing at the bulge in his jeans. "Aren't we going . . ."

He smirks. "Have sex?" I nod. "No, Tessa. Get some rest."

He heads for the door, and I stare after him in confusion. "Why?" I blurt out, unable to stop myself.

He pauses, his hand resting against the door frame. "You're bought and paid for, Te."

His words are like a bucket of ice water over me, and I instantly grab the sheet to cover myself. "I'm not a prostitute," I mutter.

"You're as good as," he mutters, stepping out. "Goodnight." Then he closes the door gently.

My heart twists painfully in my chest. I'm married. It's not like I've sold my virginity to the highest bidder on eBay.

I get off the bed and snatch my shirt from the floor, pulling it on. If that's how he feels, then fuck him. I begin to pace. Why do I care anyway? He's a murderer, and he's holding me here against my will. I run my fingers through my hair in irritation . Prick. And now, what? He's gone to fuck a woman he actually refers to as a whore? I growl out loud. I don't think so.

Ripping the door open, I let it smash back against the wall and march towards his room. I pause at the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I ball my fists in anger and raise one, banging hard on the door. The sounds stop. "What?" he calls.

I scoff, shoving the door, and to my surprise, it opens. Only London isn't spread on the bed being fucked. Pit smirks as I stare wide-eyed.

"Did you want something, Te?" he asks, his tone teasing. "Cos if not, I'm kinda in the middle of something." He presses play on the television remote, and my eyes glance at the woman on the screen, screaming as she fakes an orgasm. Then my eyes fall back to Pit, who's got his thick erection in his hand. "Te," he hisses, "are you coming in to watch or not?"

I should run. I should go back to my room and pretend like tonight never happened. But I step in farther and close the door. I can't deny it—I'm so attracted to him, I can't think straight.

He smirks, patting the space beside him. I go over like a lamb for slaughter, staring wide-eyed at the television. I'm too scared to look at Pit's erection as he strokes his hand up and down. "You done this before?" he asks, and I shake my head stiffly. "Relax, Tessa, no one's forcing you here. Leave if you want to."

I glance at him. "Show me what to do."

He reaches for my hand, and I willingly give it to him. He guides it to his cock, and I grip it, just like he had. His chest heaves heavily as he places his hand over mine and begins to move it. I turn slightly so I'm able to watch his face. His eyes are no longer on the screen but on me, and he slides his hand up my thigh and under my shirt. I've been without underwear since he took my panties to be washed, and as he brushes his fingers through my wetness, I realise I don't miss it.

The urge to kiss him is strong, so I boldly lean closer. He watches, waiting for me to make the move. I lightly brush my lips over his, tilting my head so I can deepen it. "I want to taste you," I whisper against his lips. He inhales sharply, watching with a surprised expression as I lower my head towards his cock. He releases my hand, letting me take control.

I lick my tongue over the end, and he groans. "All fours, Te," he mutters, tapping my thigh. I push onto my knees, keeping my backside near him so he can explore me with his fingers.

As he slides one finger into me, I envelop his erection with my mouth, swirling my tongue over the swollen head. "Suck," he pants, tangling his free hand into my hair. I take him deeper into my mouth, the weight of him pressing against my tongue as he brushes the back of my throat, making me gag. I jerk back, releasing him, and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Risking a glance at him, I find his eyes full of lust and fixed on me. "Do it again," he mutters, guiding my head back to his cock.

This time, I fight the urge to gag and close my eyes, breathing through my nose as I suck on him. His busy fingers use my wetness to glide over my clit, distracting me as the build-up of an orgasm looms. Pit begins to push on my head, and each time I suck him in, he urges me to take him deeper, until he's practically fucking my throat. "Te, I need to come," he pants, his voice urgent. His words spur me on, and I take him as far as my throat will allow, holding still as his grip tightens on my hair. "Fuckkkk," he murmurs on a groan, and then he stiffens and spurts of warm liquid hit my tonsils. I try to swallow as much as I can, but it's an impossible task and it spills from the corners of my mouth. He keeps my head held there while his body jerks.

When he finally releases me, I sit, using his discarded T-shirt to wipe my mouth. "That was fucking hot," he mutters, his breaths still shallow as the woman in the background continues to fight her way through another orgasm. "Let me return the favour," he offers, bringing my attention from the screen. I'm still reeling from what just happened as he grips my arm and tugs me to him. "Sit on my face."

I frown. "I can't . . . I might hurt you," I reply, embarrassed. It's not like I'm stick thin. I have curves, and in true woman style, I'm my biggest self-critic.

He smirks. "Sit. On. My. Face."

I move closer, realising he won't let this go, and I'm pretty sure the second I sit over him, he'll realise what a mistake it is and give up. I throw my leg over his chest, and he inches down until his mouth is level with my pussy. "Eyes on me," he orders, and I stare down in disbelief as he hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I gasp when his tongue swipes along my opening. He keeps me firm against him while he tortures my clit with slow licks. His thumb presses against me, and I shudder. "Don't come," he says, withdrawing his attention. He slides me down his body until I'm sitting over his cock. I glance down, and even in its semi-hard state, it's big.

I swallow my nerves. The time has come to bite the bullet and just give it up. I've held onto my virginity for far too long in the hope of finding true love, and when that failed, I sold it to a man who led me here, into this mess.

"Relax, Te, we ain't fucking," says Pit, his voice breaking my racing thoughts. He pushes me to sit against him, my pussy pressed against his cock as it lays flat along his stomach. He grips my hips hard enough to leave finger bruises, but I welcome them as he guides me to slide against him. A thrill shoots through me as my clit rubs against his cock. He slides his hands up my body until he's teasing my nipples, urging me to move faster and chase my release.

I come hard, jerking against him as the warmth rolls through my body. "Hot," he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me to meet his lips. He kisses me until my orgasm passes, and I collapse against him. I feel wetness between us and realise he came again, and it's all over his stomach. Wrapping me in his arms, he gently strokes his fingers up and down my spine. "So fucking hot," he mutters, ignoring the mess we've made.

I wake to the smell of food and stretch out. I open my eyes and memories of last night come flooding back. Sitting upright, I look around, realising I'm still in Pit's bed. I glance down at my naked body and immediately scramble to pick up my clothes. The door opens and Pit appears holding a wooden tray. He smiles, and I pause as he kicks the door closed behind him. "I made breakfast," he says, ignoring the fact I'm half stood up with the T-shirt hanging around my neck. "Get back into bed."

I do it, sticking my arms through the shirt as I sink back. I'm not sure if I follow his orders because I want to or because, deep down, I know he's in charge. My future is in this man's hands, and I don't want to rock the boat.

He slips into bed and places the tray in the centre. I stare at the pile of freshly picked strawberries along with two hot croissants. "The jam is homemade," he tells me proudly, and I frown. How can this man, who I watched kill someone, make fucking jam? He continues to split a croissant in half before lathering it in the sticky goodness and holding it out to me, unaware of the inner turmoil I currently face. "Go on, try it," he urges, nodding.

I take it, and he watches with anticipation as I take a bite. It's good. Probably the best I've ever tasted. I give a nod, but still, he stares, and eventually, I ask, "What?"

"That's it, just a nod?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth. Is it good or not?"

"You know it is," I say. "It's amazing."

He leans back against the headboard with a satisfied smile on his face. "Good."

We eat in silence. I finish the pastry, and he forces the second half on me, insisting I eat it all. I refuse the strawberries as I haven't eaten properly for days and my stomach is surprisingly full. Pit moves the tray to the bedside table, taking a strawberry from the pot and holding it to my lips. "Just one bite," he says.

I take a bite, feeling the juice drip down my chin. Before I can wipe it, he runs his tongue there, gathering it and pressing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. He's intoxicating, and I could easily get lost, but his hand travels under my shirt and cups my breast, snapping me from my lustful thoughts. I pull back, and he pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.

"I should shower," I mutter.

"Why are you looking like that?" he asks, grabbing the television remote and turning it on to a news channel. He mutes it and turns to look at me, waiting for my reply. I shrug. "Like you're scared or some shit."

"I am."

He arches a brow. "Of me?"

"Yes."

"Even though just a few hours ago, you sat on my face then masturbated against my cock?" My cheeks burn instantly, and I stare down at the floor. "Take the shirt off," he adds. I go to remove it, but he places a hand over mine, stilling me. "Take it off because you want to, not because I've ordered you to." I remove it, dropping it to the floor. "When we're alone like this, you should always be naked," he says, pulling me to lie back and trailing his mouth over my stomach and up to my breasts. "When we're like this, let's forget all the shit that got us here and pretend none of that exists."

I close my eyes, letting his magic hands take me to another place, allowing my mind to do exactly what he's suggested and pretend that nothing else exists outside of this moment. I push away the doubts I have about his sanity, and the worrying signs staring me in the face over his split personality. One minute, he's got me by the throat, and the next, he's making fucking jam. If it wasn't so fucked-up, it'd be funny.