Chapter 2

Amelia's POV.

The smell of cigarettes and choking smell of alcohol welcomed me back to reality. 

My eyes parted open softly but everything around me was dark. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind me to a chair.

My heart started beating frantically as I turned my head from side to side, meeting nothing but darkness. I tried to scream but my mouth was stuffed and my head was aching badly.

Christ, where am I?

The memory of passing out came to mind and my chest heaved as it dawned on me that I'd been kidnapped.

Just then, a wave of bright light came through and one of the walls and I closed my eyes, afraid to open them. 

The brightness disappeared and I figured that was a door as some men were now in the room with me.

“Call the boss and let him know we got the girl. He might even pay us more for catching her early,” A coarse voice reverberated through the room as the footsteps got closer.

The voice wasn't familiar in any way, who were these people? And what do they mean?

As I racked my aching head for the answer, a hand rest on my shoulders, making my brain go blank. They gently caressed my shoulders, like they were trying to comfort me but all it did was make me feel uneasy.

I shifted unreasonably in the chair and the caressing stopped.

“She's awake, turn on the lights.” The coarse voice ordered and the lights flickered on to reveal a tall figure with black ink covering his face.

The man behind me turned around and he seemed to be a little less scary than the other, he just had a scar that ran from his left eye downwards.

He gasped softly, “Shit. This is the wrong girl!”

“How's that possible? She was on the same street at the same time.” 

“You fucker, look at the photo!” They both looked at their phones and looked at my faces and their eyes darkened.

They started pacing around, “What do we do now?” 

“She has seen our faces, she can't live.” The guy with the tattoos stated.

The other guy hummed to the idea and I immediately started mumbling words as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I couldn't die now.

Not when my dying mother needs me.

Fuck.

How do I get away from here?

I shook myself in the chair, crying breathlessly as they apprpached me with guns pointed to my face.

“God please, don't let me die like this,” I prayed silently at heart and then the guy with tattoos dropped his gun, pulling out some pills from his pockets.

“Since we're going to kill her, why don't we have fun with her first?” He smirked, showing the pills to the hefty guy with a scar and they both exchanged knowing expression.

They soon got closer to me, removing the duct tape that kept the stuffed cloth in my mouth. 

I gasped loudly for air, “Please don't kill me! Please, I've committed no crime, please let me–” they shoved the pills down my throat, forcing me to swallow.

The bitter taste crawled on my tongue, making me shake my head vigorously. 

“You're so beautiful, look at those cute boobs,” They cooed as their horrible stench of alcohol filled the air I was breathing.

The heat in my stomach started building up, sending sparks towards my core and I couldn't explain why. My eyes grew drowsy and the weaker I grew, the hornier I became.

They touched my boobs and as much as I wanted their hands off me, I loved the feeling of their hands on me.

“Please, stop–stop touching me,” I slurred and their hands left my body, making me heave a sigh of relief but the next thing I was hearing was the clanking of belts.

My eyes watered as the hotness started making me feel uncomfortable.

“We're going to have so much fun with you,” they chuckled to themselves as their trousers dropped to the floor.

My heart welled up with panic, and a strange thrill of anticipation. I didn't see myself allowing strangers touch me but if my core kept throbbing this way, I wouldn't be able to stop them.

The moment they freed my hands, about to lift me up, there was a loud gunshot tearing through the room. 

“Argh!” One the men screamed, and I heard him fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Another gunshot rippled through the air, and I heard another loud thud. The thick smell of blood filled the room, making it difficult to breathe.

The masculine figure charged towards me, lifting me off the chair. In this darkness, I couldn't see his face.

Yet his expensive cologne made me feel calm.

I snuggled into his firm body, feeling quite safer and hornier as his big arms circled my small body.

“You're safe with me,” his baritone voice made my core throb even harder, needing feeling.

I moaned softly, rubbing his chest as he dropped me onto what felt like a comfortable bed. 

He sat beside me and while my drowsy eyes could barely see, I could tell that it was a man who saved me.

That was all I needed to know before I perched on his body, rubbing his cheeks and pressing my hard, aching nipples against his chest.

“Mhmm, that feels good,” I whispered, rubbing my boobs against his chest and he tried to lift me off him but he couldn't.

My wandering fingers found his lips and I crashed my hot lips onto his, loving the minty taste of his tongue.

“Do you want this? Are you sure?” He asked but my insides were too hot to make any decisions, I just wanted him to keep touching me.

I gasp as his warm, rough hand finds my slick clit and begins to work it. He laid me down gently and yanked down my panties, his tongue found my pussy , lapping at my clit and pressing down on my most sensitive nerve endings. I writhe beneath him, and I tightened my thighs, bringing them together and holding his head in place.

I moved my hips in time with his tongue, enjoying the sensation. I can feel my clit tingling, spreading pleasure outwards and up into my stomach. My pussy ached to be filled and it clenched as another wave of pleasure spreads through my body.

I started to sit up, but he had other ideas. He reached down and then he flipped me onto my belly. I don’t resist him as he pullef me closer to him and pushed me up onto all fours.

I was eagerly awaiting his touch and the anticipation was making me crazy with desire. There was no warning. He slammed in hard and fast, and he filled me right to the top. I cried out as he began to thrust in and out of me. My pussy is wet and slick and his huge cock thrusting in and out of me felt amazing. With each thrust, his tip hits my g-spot on the way back in and that feeling sent me over the edge within moments.

My body was pulsing with ecstasy, and my pussy tightened around his cock as he moved inside of me. Every nerve in my whole body was thrumming, every bit of me was tingling and when I climax, I climaxed so hard that I lost consciousness for a second. It’s long enough for my elbows to give way and I found myself on my knees, my cheek on the bed.

With one final, hard thrust that made me scream out, he climaxed. I felt him spurting inside of me, his cock releasing his pleasure along with his seed. His hands stayed on my hips, and he held me in place as he made a low, growling sound in the back of his throat.