22. Emily

TWENTY-TWO

EMILY

I can't stop staring at him, to protect his identity he would happily kill me, should I be mad about that? I know he's a killer, he's killed people in front of me. So I shouldn't be surprised he said that to me.

I look back down at his chest, it's a heavily tattooed chest, and I feel myself getting wet for him again. I take in his upper body, his arms are covered with tattoos. I look at one part of his skin which is bright red, almost like he's been burnt, but then I see another part of the skin which looks the same.

Before I can ask anything he walks away from me to grab his t-shirt, and I get the view of his back.

"Oh god," I whisper to myself. The man has a body of a fucking God, and I want to touch it, but I'm not pushing anything. I had mind blowing sex, and got to see his body. Touching him might be too much to get from him.

"Did God say you were good?" he asks, not turning to face me, but I can't take my eyes off his body.

"And if I wasn't then what happens?" I ask and he bursts out laughing, before turning to med he goes to put his t-shirt on. "No," I moan.

He turns around and I see a smile spread across his lips, I shake my head as he puts his clothes back on, and I take the moment to grab my shorts and put them on.

"I'm sure I can find something to make sure you're a good girl." He walks out of the room towards the kitchen, and starts cooking. "You eaten?" he asks, taking things out of the fridge, and I sit on the couch. I've never been a cook, and I think it's best if I stay out of the kitchen.

"No." I watch him moving around the kitchen, and lighting a cigarette at the same time.

This man has taken me and made me ache for him to touch me again, and I've still not seen his face. One thing is if his face is even half of what his body is, I've won because fuck am I ready for him to fuck me all over again.

My ass hurts, I've never done it like that before, never had anyone touch my ass before, but with him I'd let him do whatever he wants to do to me, and I'll never stop him. If I can get a ride like that, sign me up every night for it.

"Can I ask a question?"

"If it's about my body then no." He shouts back, not paying attention to me as he cuts the fish up, and I roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes just because I said no, you're not a child," he snaps, and I press my lips together.

"Can I ask a question not about your body then?" I shout over to him, and he nods his head. "How many people have you killed?" He pulls the cigarette out from between his lips, and I see them curl into a smile.

"Not enough, there is still a long list of people we want to kill." He tells me like there is nothing wrong with what he's just said to me.

The man kills people like a hobby by the sounds of it.

"Have you ever killed a woman?"

"Yes." Again the answer is so easy for him. Then he throws a few things into the pan, and leans on the counter while he smokes the rest of his cigarette.

I watch him as he taps on his phone, and I wonder if he has any tattoos on his neck and face. He shakes his head while looking at his phone. He must have got something not good on his phone.

"I'm going tomorrow..." he talks on the phone and I grab my drawing pad and look at the tattoo he drew for me. Every time I look at it I get excited, itching to ask him to do it now for me; but I know he won't take me to his shop because then I know where he works. I have to wait for this nightmare to finish. "Fuck off," he says laughing at the same time. "What time are you going tomorrow night? On my way back I can make sure she gets home, don't worry...We all said we'd protect her...See you in the morning." He ends the call, and I look over at him getting back to the food.

"Did you brothers give you tattoos?" I wait a moment to give him time to answer, but he doesn't so I ask another question. "Do you have any sex fantasies?" Random question, but I'm thinking it might get his attention.

"What I fantasize about I do. Lifes too short not to do the things you want." He grabs two beers from the fridge and walks over to me. "What sex fantasies do you have?"

"Will you fulfil them?" I ask him, and he smiles, as he opens the beer bottle and hands it over to me. He takes a sip of his then places it on the table and digs through his pocket, and I shake my head when he starts rolling up a joint. "You smoke a lot."

"Depends what you fantasize about, and if I can make it better. And I don't smoke or drink enough." Leaning back on the couch, he lights it, and closes his eyes taking in a long, and I mean long, drag. It gives me a moment to think about my sex fantasies. I've never thought about it, what would I love for a man to do to me. "Because you've not answered me, I take it you've had a lot of vanilla sex."

"Yeah, never had sex like we just did, and to be honest I'd do it again." I turn my body to look at him, but he's staring at the ceiling, as the smoke escapes his mouth in little Os.

I lean closer to him, and he doesn't shift so I take the chance and sit on top of his lap, and he still doesn't move. I smile when I feel his hand on my thigh.

Leaning in closer, my finger tracing the outline of his lip. "I've heard your voice now, you don't need to wear the creepy voice anymore." Brushing my lips against his, then sitting up straight, I look at him staring at me.

"Now unless you're going to ride my dick, you have no reason to be sitting on me." The fucked up computer voice comes out, and it hits me like a punch to the stomach. But at the same time I wouldn't mind riding him.

I bring my hand down to his jeans, and undo the button, but he stops me.

"Eyes up here, little tiger," he warns, and I snap my eyes up to him, and he smiles. "Take them off," Making me quickly stand up and pull my shorts and panties down, before sitting back on his lap, he has his cock out ready for me.

Any sense I had in me has gone out the window as the sexual tension of him being balls deep inside me takes over.

Placing my hands on his shoulders I lower on his hard cock, inch by inch he fills me, and I bite on my lower lips as I moan at how thick he is for me. I've had sex, and I've seen different size cocks, but this one is thick, thick to the point I can feel it stretching me out.

I take a moment before rocking, as I give myself time to adjust to him being inside me.

"Too big for you?" He jokes and I don't say anything because he knows the answer to that question, I don't need to tell him.

He places his hands on my hips and begins rocking my hips, this man loves being in control, he wants it the way he likes it, and when he wants it.

I begin rocking my hips myself, my clit being stimulated by his pubic bone, I feel one of his hands moving up my stomach to my breast, and he pulls on the nipple making me moan a little louder, as he pulls and pinches at the same time.

"Oh yes," I lean in closer to his lips but he doesn't kiss me. White Eyes moves his other hand to my clit teasing it, pulling it, pinching it only making my high even higher. Rocking my hips faster as the tip of his head is hitting the one place which gives me so much pleasure, and fuck is it hitting me there.

"Bring your feet up," White Eyes shouts at me, and I do. I being bouncing on his cock, and fuck is that so much better. He holds my hips again, and holds me still for a second on the tip of his head still inside me, and without warning he slams me down making me scream with pleasure.

"I'm not going to last," I scream as he keeps slamming my pussy down hard on his cock.

"Then let go, little tiger." My grip on his shoulders tightens my nails digging into the t-shirt.

I scream out as the orgasm rushes through me, and White Eyes continues to slam my pussy on his hard cock. My body finally stops trembling, and I take in a few deep breaths, before he lifts me off him, and pushes me away from him.

"On your knees, you swallow, and eyes on me" he shouts. I get down, opening my mouth for him, and I look up at him looking down at me. He thrusts a few times before I feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. Swallowing, I suck on his cock making sure I get every drop I can of him.

He pulls out of me, keeping my eyes locked with his, I lick the cum off my lips, and he smiles. "You're a good little tiger." He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and I poke my tongue out telling him to put it in my mouth and he does. Sucking on his thumb hard, I go to move my hand to my pussy but stop when he speaks. "You're a greedy little tiger. You touch yourself without me telling you to then I promise you'll regret it, you want to test me?" he asks, and I bring my hand to him as I pop his thumb out of my mouth. "Lets get some food in you," He walks away from me, and I sit back on the couch and put my shorts back on, watching him plating food for us.

He brings his phone to his ear, and stops what he's doing. "On my way," then puts the phone away and brings the food over to me. "I have to leave, the camera is on, the sensors are active as soon as I walk away, don't open the door." He puts my plate on the table, and without giving me a chance to say anything he leaves.

Grabbing the plate, I lean back looking up at the camera and smile. What is the worst he can do? I ask but answer my own question remembering he handcuffed me and put a buttplug in me, and that was only him being nice. So next time it can only be worse.

I get dragged out of the car, can't see anything with the stupid bag over my head, I try to call out for my sister but I can't talk. What the fuck? They've fucking taped my mouth shut. Listening to what's happening around me, nothing it's silent. My body tenses when I hear a voice.

"Take her to the room," I hear, and I wait to be dragged around again like I'm a rag doll because it's what I feel at the moment. I'm surprised when I'm still standing there, they've taken my sister to the room. What's the room?

"The two of them have been together everyday for the last week, we just couldn't get her." I hear the familiar voice of the guy who threw me in the car. "What should we do with her?"

"What does she look like?" the man asks.

"I'd fuck her a few times," the man laughs and I try to move away from him, but I can't as he has a good grip on my arm, which is hurting me.

"A looker then."

"Older than what we normally go for, so maybe a number," the man pulls me closer to him, and I feel his hot breath on my neck.I try to fight him, but can't.

"Get me pictures of her, see if she has-" the man stops when the one holding my arm laughs.

"She will do anything for her sister, she'll do it." He tells the other man, and my body tenses up when I feel his hand on my pussy over my jeans.

I hear them both laughing, and I hear the other man. "You have fun, get me pictures, then I'll see."

I feel a tongue on my neck, and I scream when he whispers, "Ready for a good time?"

Taking in a few deep breaths to control the trembling of my body. What the hell was that? Am I putting the missing pieces together?

Why am I not remembering any of this? Why can't I put the memory together?

I look at the time, White Eyes haven't been over today. I asked him and he just replied saying he had a lot of things to do, and one of the others would be here. I'm hoping for anyone but Red Eyes .

Should I tell White Eyes about the memory? I don't know if he would believe me or not. I mean it's not like they believe much of what I'm saying when my whole life has been easier and they still have no answers for that.

Rubbing my eyes, I walk out to the living space and stop when I see Red Eyes looking at me, his mask fully covering his face.

I've been sleeping for most of the day. I woke up for lunch but had nothing else to do, so I went back to sleep. It's eight in the evening now, but what can I do with my evening, nothing.

"Food is on the counter," he looks back down at his notepad, and I walk over to grab the box of food. Then I walk over to the couch to sit on the other side of it.

"Can I ask a question?" I ask, but Red Eyes ignore me, so I ask anyway. "You don't seem to be any closer to finding the people after me, how much longer do I have to stay here?"

"You think I like spending my time here, I would rather be fucking my woman, but my brother is hell bent on making sure you are safe, so here I am." He doesn't look over at me, what the hell is it with these men and not looking at you when they talk, it can get so annoying.

Taking a mouthful of food, I look at the TV watching the movie he put on, but not really watching it, it's just something to do.

"Can I ask another question?" Again I'm faced with silence, but ask anyway. "Do all four of you have tattoos?" This time he doesn't reply. Didn't think he would. White Eyes didn't really talk about his body or the tattoos after we had sex.

I jump a little when he slams the phone on the table and I hear it ring.

"Hello-"

"No names," Red Eyes shouts to the woman on the phone.

"You know I hate when you call me with the creepy voice." The woman snaps at him, and I press my lips together, because she doesn't care how she speaks to him.

"I know, are the others back?"

"No."

"Message me when they do, don't tell them either."

"And what do I get in return?" Now I do let out a little giggle because he's this big bad wolf, yet this woman has him locked down.

"As long as you're riding my face, I don't care." He ends the call and gets back to his reading, I stare at him for a moment. "One thing to know about me. Anyone hurts my brothers or my woman I'll slit their throat before they even get a chance to defend themselves." He turns his head slightly to face me. "And another thing, my brothers would do the same. I pick my brothers over my girl, and they are the same."

I knew the brothers were close, but fuck they are tight and I don't think anything will get between them. Is that a warning for me, because I'm getting close to white eye?, I don't know. But I'm listening to the warning, and remembering it.