“Oh, God, Saint!” I scream as I lose control, my naked body trembling as I writhe against the bed. “Saint!” My voice is hoarse with need, my pussy spasming, coating my hand with cream. “Saint, please!”
The tears run down my cheeks as I start to calm down, breathing deep and heavy to bring myself under control. If he was here right now, I’d be wild. I’d give him everything. But I’d be putting him in danger and I won’t do that.
Sliding off the bed, I wrap my robe around my body, my heart still thundering, and make for the bedroom door, hoping for a glass of water, then a shower and wondering if I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight without his beauty haunting my dreams.
But before I’m out of the room, there’s a crash of breaking glass, and a brick lands right where I was just lying.
***
“Your dad wants a word, Amara.” It’s Camilo’s voice I hear from outside as I drop into a crouch in the corner of the room, barely able to breathe.
“Leave me alone!” I shout, my voice shaking with fear. “I thought we were friends!”
“We are. This isn’t anything personal, kiddo, just business. Your dad says jump, I ask where he wants me to land, you know that. You should also know that he always gets his way, ain’t nothing you or I can do about it.”
A little sob escapes my lips at those last words, knowing how true they are. I don’t know if my father has ever been denied anything in his life, but if it’s happened it’s not something he would ever talk about. He’s the kind of man that would send back an entire meal because the chef put a touch too much seasoning in. He’s used to getting his own way, and my being here must be sending him wild with anger.
But I also know that’s part of the reason I can’t go back. If I did, I’d be locked away until my marriage to Constantine, one of his business rivals, and then I’d be tied up if necessary to keep me obedient.
“I’m not coming out,” I sob. “I won’t go with you!”
“Look, Amara, either you’re coming out or I’m coming in. Decision time. Which is it going to be? Last time you got lucky but you won’t get away from me again. Your dad will have my guts if I don’t bring you home. So we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.”
Got lucky.
I did get lucky. My own knight in shining armor was right there to save me.
Glancing across to the nightstand, I see my phone shining out in the semi-darkness. Beside it is the card Saint pushed into my hand as I fled from him in the park today. He said to call any time, day or night, but did he really mean that?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
Chapter 8 – Saint
I pump my cock thinking about what I was just watching out the window. Fuck, she’s beautiful. The way the moonlight shone off her bare skin sent me wild as I looked through the binoculars, watching her touching herself through the window of her apartment. Somehow it was even better only catching glimpses through the open curtains, the darkness of her room throwing most of her into shadow so that I had to wait for each flash of thigh, pussy, stomach or tit.
“Fuck, Amara, what are you doing to me?” I ask into the dark of the bathroom as I cover my hand in come, groaning both with the release and the fury that it’s not in or on her. Such a waste. My own hand just isn’t enough anymore.
After I’ve cleaned off, I wander back through to the bedroom, tempted to take another glance out of the window. She might be at it still, who knows? Or maybe she’s dressing? She should draw her blinds, and I should have words with her about the fact that anyone could look in on her, but for right now I’m enjoying the moment.
Before I get to the bedroom window, however, my phone lights up on the bed and starts buzzing for attention. I’m tempted to ignore it with more important things to do, but instead I take a glance and my heart nearly stops.
It’s her.
Unknown number, but it’s her. I can feel it. I only gave her this number today, which means she’s thinking about me right after she masturbated. Surely that’s a sign, right? Even if she keeps giving me the brush off, I’m wearing her down?
I grab the phone and put it to my ear, grinning as I speak: “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”
“Saint! Please help, they’re going to kidnap me!”
***
The air burns in my lungs as I hit the sidewalk outside my apartment building’s parking garage, already at a dead run. I wanted to go straight to her, but I know that I need to be prepared this time and remembered the short length of steel pipe in the back of my truck, a plumbing part that was rejected for being misshapen but I thought I might be able to put it to use in some repairs on the apartment. I don’t keep a gun, but as I check the weight of the solid steel, I know it will make a good enough weapon for my purposes.