Trapped in his End Game (Series)

I’m still angry with him, but now I’m a little afraid, too. Maybe I pushed him too far. I keep pushing my luck with this man without even thinking about the consequences.

But I know there won’t be any. No matter how hard I push, I know that he’ll never hurt me. Everything down to his controlling behavior, locking up the alcohol, is just to protect me.

It still pisses me off.

He pulls down his jeans and sits with his knees straddling me. Without meaning to, I reach out and touch him, feeling his hardness behind that thin membrane of cotton. He closes his eyes and sighs as I pull him through the hole in his briefs, and then he positions himself over my face, his hand still holding the belt.

Vince lowers himself and I take him between my lips. The belt around my throat tightens as I suck around him, my tongue dancing underneath. His hips grind against my mouth as he pulses in my throat, making me gag, made even worse with the belt. He loves it.

His groans echo through the bedroom, burrowing in my ears as he stuffs himself in my mouth. Finally, he removes himself and I gasp for air, but my oxygen is cut off when he pulls the belt again. The briefs fly off his legs as he moves down towards the ache between my legs. I hook them around his waist, heart hammering with anticipation.

Both of us let out deep moans as he buries himself. I urge him on, digging my nails in his back as my legs tighten around him. He lets go of the belt for a moment to move my legs over his shoulders, and then I let out a painful gasp as he ruts me hard, going so much deeper than I could’ve imagined.

He pulls out and that amazing fullness disappears. Vince is back straddling my head, his cock aiming towards my face. I open my mouth and taste myself as he yanks the belt hard and stars burst in my vision.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Do you like tasting yourself?”

Vince stops, his cock lodged in my throat as he waits for an answer. He pulls out and smacks my lips with his cock. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I do.”

The devil looks ecstatic at my humiliation. He buries himself back inside my mouth and his other hand nearly rips out my hairs when he curls his fist in my mane. He fucks my face, driving deeper and deeper, even though I gag.

He pulls out finally and I get a brief moment to gasp for hair before he shifts down the bed and parts my legs. Then I’m gasping again as he plows into my slick entrance, pounding ruthlessly hard and making me claw his shoulders. Vince’s body moves over mine with a desperate urgency, even his breathing is harried as he lowers his body over mine.

I grasp his head, twining my fingers through his damp hair as he groans in my ear, almost as if he’s in pain. Usually, when he fucks me, it’s to satisfy the beast inside him, to maximize the pleasure. This is entirely different. He’s completely lost himself.

“Vince.”

He makes a rough sound and his hips drive into me again, my walls tightening over him. I dig my fingers in his scalp and he pounds me harder, his tempo increasing. My teeth grind together as I feel myself teetering over the edge and he lunges forward and keeps him there, letting out an almighty groan. Then I cry out his name. It rips from my throat as my orgasm shakes my body.

He collapses over me, breathing hard as I run my hands up and down his bare back. It feels so good. He always makes me feel so good.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp, my throat thick with tears. “I’m just having a hard time with everything.”

He kisses my neck in response. “I know, baby. It won’t be like this for long. I promise.”

“Where are we going?”

It’s a secret. I hate secrets.

Vince smiles, staring straight ahead as he drives. He gives me a quick jerk of his head. “You’ll see. Just be patient.”

“I’m not patient.”

I don’t do well with surprises. The latest one was Mom threatening to show up at my dorm when I told her she needed to cancel the credit card or I would call the police. With no job, I can’t afford to help her anymore.

“What do you mean, you quit?”

“I couldn’t balance school and work, so I quit my job.”

I thought-I hoped that she would understand.

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Her voice lifted with hysteria the more I argued that I couldn’t do it.

If I told her the truth about what happened, I doubt she would care. By the end of the phone call, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

“That’s it. I’m done for. You’ve signed my death warrant!”

It was overly dramatic, even for her. It was weeks since I talked to her. She even sent back her Christmas gift.

Being ignored is an improvement over constant harassment, but it still bothers me. All I have to do is look at Vince and his mother, and know that I’ll never have that kind of relationship with my own.

Is it right for her to suffer for my dad’s debts? A nagging voice tells me that I’m a bad daughter, but I’m suspicious of her. Where’s the proof that she’s actually paying off her debts?

My nose freezes with the cold as I step over the street sprinkled with snow, my hands bundled in my wool coat. Vince walks next to me, his breath billowing in white puffs. His face is rosy with color. A gloved hand seeks mine inside my sleeve and holds tightly. He frowns at my glove-less hand.

“Ade, it’s really cold out,” he says reproachfully.

“I know.” My engagement ring shines in the late afternoon sunshine. “I don’t like wearing gloves with the ring on, anyway.”

A swirl of unresolved feelings churn inside me as I stare at it. I never chose to accept his proposal. It was something I had to do to save my own skin.

That would bother anyone.

But these last few months have been happy. I can do whatever I want now. Go to and from the apartment without an escort. I have everything I want, really.

He massages my hand and a smile hitches on his face as we turn towards a restaurant that I’ve never been to before. The door opens for me and Vince gives me a wicked grin as I step inside.

“Surprise!”

A chorus of yells greet me as at least a dozen people stand up from a very long table, looking directly at me. Everyone in Vince’s crew is there, along with Giacomo and his wife, Vince’s mom, and even Maria and Jackie, who look excited to see me. An unpleasant feeling clenches my guts. I’m not particularly pleased to see the boss of the family there, considering only months ago he wanted me dead.

Strong hands take my shoulders and I spin around at Vince.

“What is this?”