When Jewell shook her head, clutching the sheets, Lucky brought the knife down on the other ass cheek, his cock nearly bursting. Replacing the finger that had been pumping inside her with his dick, he rammed his cock in her to the hilt, and a scream filled the room.
“Fuck me!” Jewell chanted over and over while he thrust his cock inside of her as he kept spanking her with his knife. Once her ass glowed red, he threw the knife at the headboard, burying the tip into the dark wood while he buried his cock in Jewell’s clenching pussy as she came.
Feeling her climax, he let himself come, ramming his cock into her over and over until his own orgasm was played out.
Jewell dropped to the mattress, shuddering, and Lucky got off the bed.
“Where you going?” Jewell mumbled.
“To take a shower.” Lucky reached for her ankle, dragging her across the bed.
Her eyes went to his still-hard cock. “You’re not done?”
Lucky opened his nightstand, taking out the leather pouch. Slowly, he opened it, showing the glinting blades.
“Go get in the shower and get the water warm for me while I get the bed ready.”
Jewell practically ran into the bathroom as Lucky went to the cabinet to get what else he would need, taking out rope and a blindfold. The knives in the pouch had already been cleaned and readied for when he wanted to use them.
When he had everything just as he wanted, he opened the bedroom door before walking toward the bathroom, hearing the water running and wishing it was another woman waiting for him impatiently.
His hand went to the doorknob, pressing his forehead on the closed door.
“Willa.” Lucky let her name slip from his mouth, his cock swelling in reaction. He wanted to hit his fist against the door in frustration at the inability to exorcise her from his mind. Instead, he straightened, opening the door and going inside.
“What took you so long?” Jewell asked when he stepped into the shower.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a male figure enter the bathroom. As Jewell’s eyes went over his shoulder, seeing Moon, she started shaking under the warm water.
Lucky gave her a menacing smile. “Ready to play?”
Chapter 8
Willa held Chrissy and Caroline’s hands tightly as she walked across the gym floor, showing them the booths that had been set up for October Fest. Winter had done a fantastic job of transforming the large space in her fundraising efforts for the alternative school.
“Can I go with my friends?” Charlie asked from where he had been trailing behind them.
She let go of Caroline’s hand long enough to reach into her purse and hand Charlie some money.
“Don’t leave the gym,” she cautioned.
“I won’t,” Charlie said before running off to join the two boys waiting at the next booth.
Willa reached down to take Caroline’s hand again, only to find the little girl had disappeared.
“Oh, God…” Frantically, she looked around, searching for a small figure wearing the bright orange shirt she had helped her put on before leaving the house.
“Caroline!” Willa yelled, her voice smothered in the noise from the crowded gym.
She moved forward, panicking when she didn’t immediately find her. Chrissy started whimpering at being tugged along, so Willa stopped and picked her up.
“It’s okay. We’re going to find her.”
Chrissy nodded her head, placing her hand on Willa’s shoulder.
“Caroline!” Chrissy pointed in a direction that was blocked by a large group of people.
Trusting that Chrissy had seen her sister, Willa went in the direction she was pointing. She was jostled several times as she tried to squeeze past and accidently knocked a plastic cup out of a man’s hand as he was served at one of the booths.
“Excuse me.”
Curt Dawkins lowered his angry eyes to his wet pants then shuttered them before lifting them. Willa noticed how quickly he was able to hide his irritated reaction.
“That’s all right. Next time, try to be more careful, or you could hurt someone. It’s a shame you never played football. You could have taken out half the opposing team.” Willa listened to his snide comment as he placed a charming expression on his face. No one looking on would know how cruelly he had just insulted her.
Willa held Chrissy tighter to her as his eyes roved sleazily over her body.
“Send me the cleaning bill, and I’ll take care of it.” Willa attempted to move away, desperate to escape his venomous presence, only to bump into someone passing behind her.
Curt grabbed her arm, pulling her nearer to him. “Watch out.”
Willa’s eyes widened when she saw it was Lucky and Rider she had nearly bumped into. As both men came to a stop, Willa tried to hide her fear of the man who hadn’t released her arm and was now pressed like a leech to her backside. She wanted to heave when she felt his penis hardening against her butt.
“Hi, Willa.”