Chapter 13

13

Maddie

T he problem with making a deal with the devil is the devil isn't honorable.

Just because Eli and I shook hands on our agreement doesn't mean he'll hold up his end of our bargain.

I don't fully trust Eli to tell the truth. He could've been lying about what he's done to Jordan. Or he could easily violate our agreement and still kill Jordan after our three nights just because he wants me to hate him enough to tell my father what he did to me.

If Eli is still on a suicide mission, then Jordan and I are both screwed. I don't understand the psycho's motives and doubt I ever will.

Still, if he shows me believable proof that Jordan is still alive, and god, he better be, I'll have no choice but to let Eli use my body any way he wants for three nights. It's not like it'll be the first time. He claimed every hole more than a year ago.

Besides, Jordan is worth it, worth whatever Eli does to me. Jordan would literally do anything for me, so I can do this for him. He just needs to hang in there for three more nights.

As long as Eli didn't hurt him too badly before we reached our terms, and doesn't forget to give him water and food, Jordan should be able to survive that long. If Eli doesn't flake.

And then, I'll leave Rockland, Jordan behind, for good.

No one will be happier about that than his mother. There's nothing I could ever do to convince her to like me, and now she never will. I bet she's already lining up dates for Jordan to go out with good girls who won't lie to him, who won't have to sleep with another man to try and keep him safe.

I showered right after Eli left the apartment and then drank what liquor we had in the cabinet—more Fireball and a little Jack Daniels. I need all the help I can get, so I drank both hours ago.

I've been trying to physically and mentally prepare myself for tonight since then.

Where the hell is Eli anyway with that proof of life I'm so desperate to see? It's like making me wait is part of his game of torture. He's been gone now for hours.

Not that I'm in a hurry to get started. I just want to see Jordan. Despite what time we…start things tonight I'm going to insist that it ends the moment the sun comes up.

I just have to pray that Eli honors our agreement. He holds all the power, and he knows it.

I could try to follow him when he leaves in the morning, but he's way too careful. He would notice and then he would probably punish Jordan.

He's already warned me people will die if I call for backup from the Savage Kings or the police so that's absolutely out of the question. I'm not sure if an entire army could take on Eli without casualties.

The only other option I have is to shoot Eli myself, not to kill but to injure so that he will cave and tell me where Jordan is being held. If I accidentally kill him, or if he refuses to tell me, Jordan could die trapped wherever the hell he is…

Just holding the gun makes me feel like I at least have a little bit of power, so I slip it into my robe pocket, even if I'm not sure I have the guts to use it.

Eli

Damn Maddie for making me promise to keep Jordan alive.

I should've killed him at the shop, then grabbed her and hopped on a flight back to Vegas.

But no, I had to think with my dick because I want her again. Now, I've spent the entire day fooling around with Jordan, talking to him for fuck's sake, which is going to make me regret when I have to kill him.

Sure, I promised Maddie I wouldn't, but the boy has to go. If or when Dante finds out about him, I would probably have to spend weeks torturing him, then end up killing him anyway.

It will be a mercy kill when I end his life.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself when I'm using his mouth or have him in mine.

I get why Maddie loves the biker. He's way too easy to like, to talk to, and I know he's genuinely a good guy. One who hides his sexuality because of the shame and confusion his asshole stepfather once made him feel.

Rather than destroy the biker boy, I want to…fix him. As if a monster like me would know the first thing about overcoming trauma when all I do is inflict it.

I push all the thoughts of Jordan away when I climb through Maddie's window later that night than I had planned thanks to her too tempting fake husband.

"You're not naked or in bed," I remark when I straighten in the living room and find Maddie wearing a fuzzy blue robe, hiding her body from me. Her long brown hair is pulled up in a messy knot on the top of her head.

Goddamn, she's so gorgeous it should be illegal.

While I'm eye fucking her, I fail to notice the weight in her robe pocket until the gun is out and in her shaking hands, pointed right at me.

"As if you would really shoot me," I huff as I stroll up to her.

"S-stop," she warns me, taking two steps backward. "Show me that Jordan is alive right now."

What is it with these two kids thinking they can give me orders? Maddie gets that from her father, sure, but I don't know where Jordan got his backbone. His tiny mother hen?

"If you shoot me, you'll never find Jordan, and he will die."

"Show me!"

Wow, she actually loves the biker boy. When I first found out she was living with him, pretending to be his wife, I thought she was just using him. She didn't stay with him out of desperation but out of love.

Fuck.

"Fine," I agree with a heavy sigh. Removing my phone from my inner suit jacket pocket, I pull up the feed to the camera I hid up in the AC unit while Jordan was sleeping. Thankfully the creepy camper has Wi-Fi. When I have the live feed on the screen, time and date stamp at the bottom right corner, I turn it around and show Maddie.

She reaches for my phone, but I pull it back, holding it out of reach. "One look before we get started," I remind her.

"I can't even tell if that's him!"

"It is." I bring it closer to her face, wondering if she needs to have her eyes checked. I would recognize those abs and his cock anywhere.

"He's…he's naked? Why is he naked, Eli?!"

Shrugging, I tell her, "I keep all my captives naked. That's step one of torture. People loathe being naked in front of strangers. Now take off your robe."

"Wait," she says, reaching for the phone again that I have to pull back. Glaring at me, she says, "I want to make sure he's breathing, and not bleeding anywhere, and see the date and time."

It's a good thing I wiped those smears of blood off, or she would think he was bleeding.

Sighing, I zoom in on his body stretched out on the table like my very own buffet, and let her see the close-up, the rise and fall of his chest. "He's perfectly fine. I even fed and watered him before I left. The restraints will ensure he doesn't try to leave."

Faster than I can react, she reaches up, swiping the image over. "What's that at his feet? Is that another man tied up?"

"Ah, yes. He's dead," I tell her honestly.

"Jesus, Eli! You left Jordan in a room with a dead man?"

Good, she hasn't realized he's in a camper yet.

"Don't worry. I'll dispose of him. Probably tomorrow if I'm not too tired after tonight," I assure her. "I'll make sure his body is never found since he's got Jordan's DNA on him," I add with a wink.

Apparently, that comment isn't as comforting to her as I thought it would be. Maddie's face goes pale. "Why-why is Jordan's DNA…how?"

"Oh that. It's just his urine. No biggie."

"His urine?"

"The boy had to take a piss, and the dead man deserved to be pissed on."

She slaps her palm over her mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" I ask. "Because Cass is, and she only just finally stopped puking."

Blinking up at me, Maddie says, "Cass is pregnant?"

"Yes."

"What? How?"

"Well, when a man and a woman fuck, if the man comes inside of her when she's ovulating, they make a baby."

"I know how it happens! And no, I'm not pregnant. Who is the father?"

"Ah, wouldn't you like to know."

"Yes! That's why I fucking asked you!"

Growling under my breath, I tell her, "I'm not appreciating this belligerent tone of yours. In fact, until my balls are empty, I refuse to give you any other details about your siblings."

The reminder of how she's about to spend her night causes Maddie to lift the gun.

"Not this again," I huff before I put my phone away and then walk right up to the gun barrel, letting it press against my sternum. "Either pull the trigger or take off the fucking robe but quit wasting my time." Maddie doesn't lower the gun. She doesn't pull the trigger either, though. "Do I have to do everything?" I ask as I tug on either side of her robe, yanking the sleeves down her shoulders. The material hangs from her right arm still extended toward me holding the gun, but the rest of her flawless perfect naked body is revealed to me.

I want to leave bruises all over her skin, starting with her throat.

"You really haven't hurt Jordan?" she asks.

"I haven't hurt him. He's too pretty to maim or carve up yet." Like I would tell her if I had? Still, my words seem to provide some reassurance since Maddie's shoulders slump, and she finally lowers the gun to her side. I tug the sleeve of her robe over the firearm, letting it puddle on the floor.

She even lets me take the gun from her hand, the one I knew she wouldn't use on me. I take it to her bedroom and put it back up in the top of the closet.

"How did you…" Maddie starts to ask having followed me to the bedroom.

"How do you think," I remark, then slip off my suit jacket. "And I changed my mind. I don't want you in bed the first time. I want you bent over the kitchen table."

"Over the table?"

Maddie stands there naked, watching as I unbutton my shirt, then remove my shoes, socks, and pants. I even grab a hanger from the small closet to fold and hang up my pants, jacket and shirt to keep them from getting wrinkled.

When I'm done, she still hasn't moved, and her eyes continue to assess every bare inch. It's the first time she's seen all of me and I can't tell what she's thinking.

Not that it matters.

Her eyes mostly seem drawn to the tattoos covering my arms from my fingers to my shoulders, oh and my swollen cock that's so hard it's bouncing around against my stomach.

Strolling up to her, I wrap my fingers around her neck to walk her backwards.

Maddie's lips part on a gasp, and I urge her out the bedroom door to the kitchen. She doesn't even try to remove my fingers. She just throws her hands out behind her, feeling for our destination—the wooden, four-person kitchen table. It doesn't look nearly as sturdy as the expensive one in the Salvato household, but it'll do. Fucking her on it until it breaks could be fun too.

Instead of putting her face down on it, I press her back to the hard surface, recreating the first time I had her on her family's table.

In all my enthusiasm, I must have squeezed her throat too hard because Maddie has passed out, leaving her long naked body completely limp on the table, her legs hanging over the edge and spread wide for me. It's nearly identical to the position I left Jordan in.

While waiting for her to wake up, I go retrieve the string of condoms from my pants pocket that she demanded, and yet she's still out.

Knowing what will wake her up the quickest, I toss the rubbers on the table, then kneel on the linoleum floor. Pushing her thighs further apart, I tickle her clit with the very tip of my tongue.

"Mmm," she moans softly from above me as if she's having a good dream.

Using both of my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips and shove my tongue inside her hole then wiggle it around.

"Oh!" Maddie exclaims, hips rocking, ass squirming, now fully awake.

"Have a nice nap?" I ask her.

Rather than respond with words, her fingers sink into my hair on either side, jerking both fistfuls, not to pull me off, but to urge my tongue higher, back to her clit.

"You want me to lick you here?" I ask her before attacking the bundle of nerves again.

Her gasp turns into a moan. "Oh, my god, I hate you." Her thighs clench tightly on the sides of my head to try and hold it in place despite her declaration of hating me.

"Scream my name, not god's," I remind her before I flatten my tongue to rub it along her slit.

The next sound she makes is an agonized whimper, making me rock hard. I know she's fighting against the pleasure I'm giving her, feeling guilty for enjoying herself while Jordan's my prisoner.

I consider withholding her orgasm for hours, all night long even. But I'm so close to breaking her, faster than I thought possible. And once she breaks, she'll not only let me fuck her brains out, but she'll also beg me for more.

Capturing her clit between my lips, I suck on it. Hard.

" Eli !" she shouts just as I commanded, her back arching off the table. Her thighs wrap around my head like she's going to try and pop it off. For a moment, I wonder if she's strong enough to do it. But then a few flicks of my tongue later and Maddie's hips are bucking toward my face as she comes undone for me.

I shove two fingers inside her gushing pussy to stretch her while she's distracted and to feel her slick clenching walls.

"Eli," she moans again and again, chanting my name softly until the tremors finally stop.

"You should thank me for letting you come so fast," I tell her as I press gentle, teasing, tongue kisses to her cunt, tasting her arousal. "I thought you said you wouldn't."

"Shut up," she huffs with a full body shudder.

When my fingers are nice and wet, I get to my feet, standing over her so I can watch her face as I run one of them down to her asshole and push it inside.

"Ah!" Maddie exclaims and tenses up, her jaw clenching as tightly as her walls around my finger. The same finger I also shoved into Jordan's ass earlier.

I almost came in my hand when he exploded in my mouth, but I really, really wanted to save up a good load for Maddie.

She may not let me come in her pussy without a condom, but I'm definitely coming in her mouth. I want her belly to be as full of my cum as Jordan's.

"Does Jordan fuck you here?" I ask adding a second finger.

When I scissor them apart, her face pinches with a wince. "Yes, oh!"

"How often?"

"As often…often as he wants," she replies, her voice softer, ass relaxing a little more, likely spent after coming just once for me.

"How often?" I ask again wanting a number.

"I don't…I don't know. Once a week?"

Damn. Jordan's an ass man, and more than likely, he wants to fuck a man's ass too if he's been fucking Maddie's so frequently.

"Lucky bastard." I lean forward to lick her hole, spit on it, so I can work in a third finger.

Maddie's scream is more pain than pleasure, and it was likely heard by the neighbors. I'll have to keep in mind that we're not in the middle of nowhere.

"You don't like getting fucked in the ass?" I guess.

She shakes her head side to side, eyes squeezed tight. "Uh-uh. Not really."

"Does he eat your pussy while stretching you with his fingers like I do?"

"Yes. He licks me…until I come so many times…I can't move a muscle…and then I don't care what he does to me."

So, Jordan also loves eating pussy as much as he enjoys sucking cock. I'm a little disappointed. I want him to prefer cock, my cock specifically, and be a selfish lover to Maddie. No wonder she loves him if he gives her multiple orgasms all the time.

But I should've known the biker boy was generous after sucking my dick for hours when I wouldn't let him come even once.

I eat Maddie's pussy while thinking about Jordan's virgin mouth warming my cock, only my cock. I eat her so good for so long while stretching her ass that her voice goes hoarse from shouting my name so much.

Finally withdrawing my fingers, I grab a condom, tear it open, and roll the rubber down my hard cock.

Pulling out a chair at the table, I take a seat putting me nearly eye-level with Maddie's slick pussy. "Come sit your fine ass down on my dick," I tell her as I dig my fingers into her knees. "And I do mean your asshole."

"I can't…can't move yet," she replies still lying like a rag doll over the table.

"Should I go shove it up Jordan's ass while you recover?" I ask, wondering if the biker boy would like that or not. I bet he would if he'd just allow himself to admit it.

My threat of course has Maddie scrambling off the table on wobbly legs. Standing before me naked, her arousal dripping down her thighs, she hesitantly places one hand on my right shoulder, then the left before slowly, carefully sitting down on my lap.

"That's not–" I start, but she slaps her palm over my mouth.

"Give me a minute or it's going to hurt."

"Hell yes it will," I agree choking off with a groan when Maddie wraps her fingers around my condom covered shaft and guides it through her wetness. And then she's lowering herself onto me, not her asshole but her snug, hot pussy.

She's going to pay for her disobedience later, but not right now. I'm enjoying myself too much as her walls clench around my aching dick. And the sobbing sounds coming out of her mouth with every slow inch she impales herself is going to be the death of me. I've never felt as long, thick, and hard as I do with her struggling to get fully seated.

While she takes me to the hilt, I palm her swaying tits. Lifting the left nipple to my mouth, I take a big bite out of it.

"Ow!" Maddie shrieks and slaps the back of my head in warning, then grabs a handful of my hair to tug on it roughly.

Fuck, I love that she's showing her teeth. I want her to hit me harder, pull my hair out by the roots. The more she fights back the better.

I reluctantly unclench my teeth and let go to examine the indentions. "I didn't draw blood," I point out, swiping my tongue over the grooves my teeth left behind in her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth, biting it gently.

Maddie whimpers and rocks her hips, grinding down on my cock. Her eyes are closed tight as if she's trying to pretend she's riding someone else, Jordan no doubt. While I thoroughly enjoyed watching her mount him and fuck him hard and fast the other morning, I prefer to be the one inside of her.

Reaching down to grasp one of her ass cheeks, I lift her up a few inches and slam up into her, making her gasp. I wrap my other hand around her neck, giving it a squeeze that has all her muscles instantly relaxing.

"Whose dick are you riding, Maddie?"

"Yours," she whispers. I squeeze her neck tighter and her eyes fly open, finally meeting mine.

"Whose dick are you riding?"

"Yours, Eli."

I bounce her up and down, gritting my teeth to keep from busting a nut so soon when she whispers my name.

It's hard to believe that Dante's gorgeous daughter is sitting naked on my dick, saying my name, her pussy dripping her arousal down to my balls.

"Whose tongue licked your virgin cunt first?" I ask as I bounce her faster and faster.

"Yours, Eli."

"Who fucks you better?"

At that question, Maddie pauses and watches me. And when she finally says, "You," I have no idea if she's lying or not. Not that I care at the moment when her pussy pulses around my cock. It's nearly impossible to pull her off me, but I manage. I stand up from the chair and release Maddie, letting her fall to the floor, her knees hitting the ground.

"Ow, what the hell?" she huffs indignantly while I rip my condom off. As soon as it's out of the way, I grab the back of her head and press the head of my dick to her barely parted lips. "How's that gag flex of yours, Maddie?"

The night I took her ass virginity, I used her mouth to get my dick nice and slick for it. I thought she was going to vomit on it as much as she choked on it, tears streaming down her face.

Glaring up at me, I can see her contemplating refusing me the finish I want. I arch an eyebrow in warning, and a threat if she does.

Wetting her lips first, she finally opens wide enough for me to feed her my cock. The slide of her hot tongue on the underside of my shaft is all it takes for me to erupt. Jerking her head to my body, I shove deep making her gag. Both of her small fists slam repeatedly into my thighs in protest, but I don't let up as my cum spurts down her throat. She doesn't even manage to swallow half, sputtering and letting most dripple down her chin.

I can't help but laugh out loud, knowing Jordan hasn't broken her of the unfortunate gag reflex. No wonder he came so hard for me if she can't even take all of him. And I'm certain she's never poked his prostate the way he needs to get off the hardest.

"You're a goddamn mess," I tell her with a grin as I grab the roll of condoms from the table, then her long hair, dragging her across the floor to the bedroom.

"Eli!" she huffs, at the rough treatment. Fuck, I love when she screams my name.

"Let's clean up your beautiful face while I claim your asshole again." Picking her up under her arms, I toss her and the rubbers on the bed, flip Maddie to her stomach, and press her damp face to the bedding, ready for round two.

I wonder how many times I can fuck her before my dick stops working.

Can't wait to find out.