Relinquish(37)

“Shit, Jayden, I’m sorry,” I whisper. “We should be able to say who we work and who we don’t. That’s bullshit,” I state, my voice heavy with sleep. “Besides, I think Margo is just pissed that Mick liked us so much. Maybe he isn’t usually so taken with girls. Maybe he’s really an * or something,” I suggest, trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“Yeah, well, I’ll prove them wrong tomorrow,” Jayden sniffles, turning over on her bed. I arch an eyebrow, shocked. Mick has found her weakness and is playing it against her. Jayden is a very confident girl; she can have any guy she wants, and she’ll make Mick a bunch of money. I know that, and I’m sure Mick knows it. That’s why he’s doing this to her. He’s working her mind. He’s smarter than I thought.

“Don’t believe his shit, Jayden. You’re falling right into his trap of psycho bullshit. You have to stay strong, don’t show him your insecurities,” I inform, my tone coming off stern and direct.

I see her head bob up and down in the dark, nodding in agreement.

“Okay. You’re right. I just—”

“I understand. He snakes his way in, finds what you need. He did it to me with complimenting me. We can’t fall for it. At least you’ll be close to me, being back at the motel,” I grumble, closing my eyes.

***

I stack the condoms one by one while I wait for my next trick. Jayden’s so hell-bent on proving Mick she’s worthy today, she even did some yoga stretches before we left. I wouldn’t be a friend if I didn’t warn her about the camera in room 2, so I told her. She kissed me for telling her. I should’ve been surprised that she wasn’t upset about being watched while having sex, but Jayden is a free spirit and wasn’t alarmed at all.

A small knock sounds at the door, making me hurry and throw my stack of condoms in the bowl.

A man with long blond hair and dark scruff on his cheeks walks in, wearing a distressed black shirt and ripped jeans with dirty work boots. His skin is a golden tan, and his large hands have white paint on them. No, it looks too abrasive for paint — concrete, maybe? I bet he’s a construction worker. He’s sexy as hell.

“Hey, I’m Tim,” he introduces, his tone deep and rough. He runs his hand through his hair and smirks. My mouth parts as his voice climbs up my legs like an aphrodisiac, my body heating instantly from just the look of him.

“Fancy,” I greet, standing on purple heels.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy. Where has Mick been hiding you?” He shakes his head, swiping his thumb across his chin. He’s a regular of Mick’s, I see.

“You’re pretty sexy yourself,” I purr, sliding my hand down his sweaty shirt. He’s rugged and rough around the edges, but he pulls it off.

He fists my dress roughly. The strength in his hold should scare me, but it has me swooning instead. My body ignites with the alpha pouring from him. He releases me and grabs me by the ass with his large, callused hands. I feel so small against him, and my sex instantly wets. He’s like a caveman, from the vulgar grabbing of my body, to his muscled frame, and the grunts that escape his mouth.



“What can I do for you, Tim?” I groan, rocking myself against his belt.

“Fuck. I want to bend you over and f*ck you,” he growls deeply. My body races with the craving to tease him, to have that control he so desperately wants.

“Four-four hundred,” I stammer, so aroused I can’t think clearly.

He drops me, causing me to stumble on my heels, and pulls out four hundred dollars in fifties, tossing them onto the bed. I lean over, grab a condom, and hand it to him. He lifts his chin with arrogance as he undoes his belt and jeans, shoving them down to his boots. I drop my gaze from his fierce blue eyes down to his cock, finding it to be a decent size. Bigger than Smith’s, that’s for sure.

“Bend over,” Tim demands. I furrow my brows at his aggressive tone, but do what I’m told. I turn around and plant my hands on the bed. He lifts my dress to my hips and pulls my panties to my knees.

He slaps my ass hard, the burn racing up my skin. Before I can respond to his roughness, I’m impaled by him. The hard intrusion makes me whimper with pain but shiver with excitement. It’s painful, yet feels so good.

He growls and pounds into me hard, his death grip on my hips bruising my skin. My core throbs as he tears into me, and I want to tell him to ease up, but I don’t at the same time. I want the pain. I want to be punished. I’m angry with myself, angry with the cards life dealt me. Just f*cking angry.

He grabs the back of my neck and shoves my face into the bed hard, the sheets nearly suffocating me with my harsh breathing. My legs ache, and my body hurts from the abuse. I can’t take much more.

My fingers begin to claw at the fabric as my lungs burn to breathe, the crappy motel sheets chafing my cheeks as I’m thrust upon them. He pulls my head up by the back of my neck and thrashes my face hard into the mattress, causing my nose to bash into a bed spring. My nose burns, and my eyes water.

Tim growls like a beast, finally reaching his climax. I don’t move, don’t look up, waiting for him to leave. My legs tremble, and my hands shake with terror. He zips his pants and slams the door on his way out, not saying a word to me as I lie here, bent over the bed. A tear cascades down my cheek. I’m so f*cked-up. “Ma’am?” Terris, one of the guards, barrels through the door, his tone frantic.