“Oh God, Marco.”
“Yeah, baby, you, naked and bound with this pretty pink pussy dripping with your cream would drive me fucking insane.”
Marco rubbed the handcuffs gently between her thighs against the V of her legs. His other hand grabbed her left hip and he pressed against her.
“You feel how fucking hard I am? I’d keep you bound and aroused every fucking minute of every fucking day, Millie.”
He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. She weakened in his embrace as she grabbed on to his shoulders and held on to him. He released her lips to suck along her neck. Millie rubbed her mound against his cock. She gyrated against him until he held her hips in place.
“You ain’t gonna make me come in my pants like you did to Jeremy.” His Texas accent was extra thick, making her blush.
She shook her head and felt her cheeks heat. She was the one coming in her panties. If she were wearing any.
“You know about that?”
“Honey, there aren’t any secrets between us brothers. Plus, I saw Jeremy back at the house this morning while I was leaving. I asked him what he was doing back home and he carried on about some wild sexual fantasy come true. Anthony called me and told me what happened. You are some piece of work, darling, and tonight, we’re going to see just how wild and wet we can make you.”
He kissed her again, lifting her up so she straddled his waist. He was thorough and she felt on fire with need. Then he set her feet down onto the rug. As she turned toward the kitchen, he gave a light smack to her ass.
“Damn, woman, you sure can fill out a pair of blue jeans.”
That made her smile and forget for a moment that danger wasn’t too far from her doorstep.
Chapter 17
“Why are you making me do this? I don’t want to. I can’t take it anymore. Just kill me!” Dr. Perkins screamed as Frank held her face with one hand while he shoved the recorder near her mouth.
“Say it, bitch! Say it or I swear I’m going to cut you up in pieces.”
She cried out in pain and fear.
He squeezed her face tighter. He wanted to kill her. He didn’t need her anymore but for this one last thing to ensure his plan worked. She knew that, but what choice did she have?
“Now! Say the fucking words I told you to.”
She sobbed, her voice shaking as he hit the record button.
“This…this is Dr. Sheila Perkins. Oh, please, he’s going to kill me. He’s just outside the door. Please!” she screamed, and he pressed stop on the recorder then shoved her face away from him.
“Good girl. Now I can get everything ready.”
He stepped away from her, leaving the knife on the bedside table. She glanced at him. He was so lost in his vengeance and desire to get Millie that he felt invincible and didn’t even believe Sheila had it in her to defend herself.
Her arm was broken, her body bruised and battered, but she wasn’t going to die weak. Sheila knew she was as good as dead. She wished she could have helped Millie, but the poor woman wouldn’t have a chance.
Sheila reached for the knife.
“I hate you and you deserve to die. You’ll never have Millie. Ever!” she yelled as Frank turned toward her and laughed.
“You’re weak, woman. You don’t have it in you to kill. Put down the knife and shut the fuck up.”
Sheila felt the anger tear through her body. She shoved herself off the bed and lunged toward Frank. She knew the knife hit his side, but barely scraped it. He didn’t even flinch and now he was on top of her on the motel room floor with the blade at her throat.
“Now I get to say your line, doc, since I’m running this session.”
“What?”
“Time’s up, doc.”