4. Raleigh

CHAPTER 4

Raleigh

My first time is going to happen in a room with a bare mattress and asbestos in the walls, with a man who’s an enemy of my family, in front of two masked voyeurs holding us at gunpoint.

This is worse than any nightmare I could conjure.

Derrick stops a foot away from me. He’s limping, and standing like his side hurts him. There’s dried blood caked to the right side of his face, and on the left side of his jaw, a bruise is blooming. His grown and gray hair is sticking up at odd angles, and his nice clothes are rumpled and torn.

He looks nothing like the cocky, put-together gentleman I met hours ago. Over his shoulder, the goon who proposed this horrifying idea sits himself on the bare mattress. He leans back, getting comfortable. The gun is still in his hand, but it’s no longer pointed toward us.

I can’t breathe, and I’m too horrified to move. Even if I had anywhere to go, my adrenaline has abandoned me, turning my limbs to liquid. Derrick’s body mostly hides me from sight, but that’s hardly a comfort.

“I’m sorry,” Derrick whispers. He raises his hand. I flinch when his fingers touch my cheek, but he grips my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Look at me,” he says, quiet but firm. “Don’t look anywhere else. Just at me. Do you understand?”

“I can’t- I don’t-”

“Look in my eyes, Raleigh,” he orders. “I don’t want you looking anywhere else. Understand?”

“We don’t got all fuckin’ day,” the goon calls from the bed. My instinct is to look, but Derrick holds my chin hard enough to keep me from moving.

“I understand,” I whisper to Derrick. He nods.

His eyes are so blue.

Derrick releases my chin and begins unzipping his pants. His movements are quick, impatient. I’m relieved that, if we have to do this, at least he’ll make it quick. He begins untucking his dick from his underwear, but then the guy by the door scoffs.

“He should do it properly, right?” he asks his buddy, who cocks his head and nods.

“That’s right. You can’t just give the girl a quickie. Do it right!”

My stomach plummets. Derrick hesitates, his jaw tight. No doubt he was planning to just stick himself up my dress.

But these fuckers want a show.

Slowly, Derrick begins unbuttoning his shirt. He grimaces as he tries to pull it off of his shoulders. Fingers trembling, I pull his shirt free of his arms myself.

There are bruises all over his chiseled torso. The worst of them is a massive purple blotch on the right side of his ribs, but there are others on his collarbone, his arms, his side. My stomach churns at the sight. The last time I was awake, I was excited to see this man’s naked body. Now, I’m terrified to see what other wounds he’s sustained.

Derrick unbuttons his pants next. I told him I understood, that I would look only in his eyes, but when he pushes his pants and boxers down, I can’t help but lower my gaze. My throat goes dry. This is the first time I’m seeing a naked man in real life, so I don’t have a frame of reference, but he looks… big.

God, I wish we were back in his house. Forget ruining his life, forget everything else but just… being able to have sex for the first time. In a bed. At this point, that’s all I want. Anything less than that is so fucking unfair.

My eyes burn, but I will not let tears fall here. Not in front of Derrick, and absolutely not in front of these two freaks. I don’t cry in front of others. Even if I’m dying today, I’m not breaking that rule.

Derrick meets my gaze again. “Eyes on me,” he repeats. I set my teeth, knowing what has to come next, and nod.

I reach behind me to unzip my dress, but Derrick grabs my wrists and pushes them down. His arms wrap around me, his palms running up and down my back, up and down. His skin is hot, even through my dress. His eyes are electric blue, mesmerizing.

Can he feel the way I’m trembling, how hard I’m working to hold myself up? It feels like he can, and he wants me to stop. To fall into him.

My spine softens, and the next time Derrick’s hand runs down my back, he drags my zipper down with it. Silky fabric slides off my body, pooling around my feet. I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath that. I move instinctively to cover my bare breasts with my hands, but again, Derrick grabs my wrists.

I glare up at him- and watch his pupils dilate.

His naked dick presses between my legs. A pang shoots through my core.

The only thing separating our bodies is my lacy black panties.

“Take them off,” Derrick orders.

Oh god, this is happening. He’s about to be inside me-

I shimmy out of my panties. Derrick nods his approval as he brings his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along the tips and sides of his index and middle finger, a quick, casual motion before bringing them down to touch me. He works his fingers around the edges of my pussy, spreading the moisture evenly. With slow, deliberate movements, he coats the area, making sure it’s thoroughly lubricated before continuing.

Then he rolls his pelvis forward, grinding his hard dick along my clit. A whimper escapes my mouth. I’ve never felt anything like his silken skin rubbing against me.

“Don’t think about anything else,” Derrick murmurs. “How does it feel ?”

His hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart just enough that he can deepen the friction between us. Sensation shoots up my spine, and wetness slicks up Derrick’s dick.

Derrick leans closer. His breath tickles my face. His hot hands slide over the backs of my thighs. “Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says. Then he lifts me right off my feet. Before I can even get my legs around him, he’s thrusting inside me- filling me up-

I shriek and try to choke it off. My legs spasm, my whole body seizing at the brand new feeling of being full . Derrick has me pinned between his body and the wall, and the only things holding me up are his hands under my legs and his dick inside me.

I’ve never felt anything so incredible.

Derrick’s eyes are wide. So wide, and so blue. He starts thrusting and - oh my god . Every time he nearly leaves my body, it sets every one of my nerves on fire. And when he pushes back in, it feels like a lightning bolt going down my spine. It’s excruciating, it’s overwhelming, and all I want is for him to never stop doing it.

Something moves in my periphery. Without thinking, I turn my head- only for Derrick to release one of my thighs and grip the back of my neck instead. His fingers and thumb squeeze the sides of my throat just below my jaw, a delicious pressure that immediately refocuses my entire body back on him.

Derrick’s eyes blaze. “Eyes. On. Me .”

His thrusts quicken. My legs tremble with the effort to hold onto him. My whole body is tightening, like a rubber band threatening to snap. Derrick’s grip on my neck tightens, but he doesn’t have to tell me not to look away again. I am drowning in his eyes, in the pressure between our bodies, in the sound of us slapping together and thudding against the wall. The deeper he goes, the more I want him to go even deeper , until this tension finally breaks and I come apart.

Something inside me snaps. I can’t stifle my gasp, can’t even try. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Bliss, sudden and overwhelming, explodes through my core and leaves tingles in my fingertips, buried deep in Derrick’s hair. I want to scream . I want to cry. But Derrick crushes his mouth against mine, and any sound I have breath for is swallowed. The wave of pleasure is still building , and I give up holding on any longer. Derrick’s hands are the only thing keeping my legs around his waist when I go limp, just letting this incredible sensation roll through me. I open my mouth for Derrick’s tongue, desperate to be penetrated further, again and again, until I lose feeling completely.

Then Derrick slams into me one last time. He groans down my throat, emptying himself inside me. If I could breathe, if I had a single thought left in my brain, I’d beg him not to stop, but I can’t, and I don’t.

In the stillness that follows, our panting breaths fill the space between us. My body feels like hot rubber, ready to collapse the moment Derrick sets me down. I don’t want him to, I realize suddenly. I desperately don’t want him to let me go. His arms around me are a fortress.

I’ve never felt so safe.

“-The fuck is going on?!”

My head snaps up. Silver is in the doorway, staring at the two of us like he’s not the one who kidnapped us and locked us in this room. His goons straighten up, the one lounging on the mattress jumping to his feet. To my horror, the guy closer to the door is still gripping his dick firmly through his pants.

The pleasant buzz still working its way through my body suddenly feels like a violent itch. My arms tighten around Derrick’s neck for a moment, then I come to my senses and yank back, knocking my elbow against the wall. Derrick grunts and pulls out of me, setting me quickly on my feet.

The more proactive goon is struggling to explain. “We just thought- Maybe he’d be more willing to negotiate if he’d-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Silver spits. “ I’m the one who gives the ultimatums. You’re the one who stands here with a gun and does whatever I say.”

“I-I- yes-”

Silver’s gun is in his hand, and my heart seizes. Will he shoot his own guy, thinking he’s lost control? It’s what his father would do. But Silver just gestures with the gun at the door behind him. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” he orders, and his guys scramble to obey.

For a moment, Silver just stands there, glaring at the floor. Derrick’s jaw is tight enough to snap, but he doesn’t dare make a move. The atmosphere has shifted, but we’re still at the mercy of the people in this house.

Silver looks up at last. “Get dressed, for fuck’s sake,” he says tightly. “We’ll continue this conversation later.” Without a backward glance, he stalks out of the room and locks the door behind him.