Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) (14 page)

“Fuck Karen. I’m about to come. Swallow all I give you.” 

And I do. His hot load explodes in my mouth and I moan at the taste of him. He is salty and tastes like his manly scent. I take him all and I suck him clean, just like he did me with my fingers. He pulls back on my hair after I have cleaned him off enough. He is making me look at him. I can tell he feels better after his release. I know I do too, but at the same time, I want more. I want him inside of me, pumping his hard cock out of me fast and hard. I am surprised at my thoughts. My brain is still on the back burner at the moment. 

“Enough. I brought food. We are going to eat and then go to bed.” Jason tells me and I realize he doesn’t want to take things further. Again. I can honestly say his rejection hurts my pride some, but I think I understand why. He doesn’t want to push me into something I might regret later. And he is right about that. I can feel ‘Control Karen’ coming back and I start to think about what I did. I’m in disbelief. 

I don’t say anything as he lets my hair go and takes the handcuffs off of me from the bed. I quickly pull my shirt down, covering my stupid pussy. Ugh. I can’t believe I let myself lose control like that. On the other hand, I feel much better after my intense orgasm. I think maybe I shouldn’t condemn myself just yet. It isn’t like Jason forced me to do anything. 

Jason bends down pulling up his pants and I can’t help but take in the sight of him. It really isn’t fair he is so good looking. I can see his muscles flexing through his shirt and even his cock is a nice sight to look at. Its semi hard now, but I bet I can get him ready to go again. 

Wait. No that’s not what I want. Damn you inner goddess for that stupid thought. 

I swear I need to put that bitch in her place. I need to lock her up and throw away the key. She is scolding me like a child and shaking her head at me. She thinks I am stupid for not wanting Jason. My inner goddess is only thinking with one part of her anatomy right now. If she will stop thinking with her pussy so much she will see how bad he is for us. Ugh. Why am I arguing with myself over this? 

I start to look around the bed trying to find my panties. Where did they go? Dammit, I know they are around here somewhere. Just as I spot them, so does Jason. He picks them up off the floor. He brings them to his face and smells my panties.

Holy shit.

He turns and has a sexy smirk on his face. He doesn’t give them back either. He shoves them in the pocket of his pants and turns to get the bag he dropped when he came into the room. Great. Now he wants me panty-less. I crawl out of bed, pulling my shirt down more to make sure it’s covering my ass as I walk to the bathroom. Ugh what a stupid man. Why does he feel the need to smell and then take my panties? I’ll never understand men. Ever.  

Karen walks into the bathroom as I pull out our food. I’m not sure what she will like so I got us some variety of foods to choose from. The greasy smell of burgers, fries, and the sound of plastic crinkling fills the room as I set the food out on the small table in our room. I try my damndest not to think of what I walked in on. But sadly, seeing Karen spread out the way she was, and her fingers inside her tight pussy plays over and over in my mind. 

I wasn’t gone as long as I thought I would be. Good thing I didn’t or I would’ve missed one hell of a show. I still cannot believe Karen let me watch her. I knew she was so far gone into lust she wouldn’t be thinking normally. And fuck me; I wanted to watch her more than I should have. It took every ounce of control in me not to move her hands out of the way and replace them with mine. I loved watching her fuck herself. I loved seeing her tight pussy open to me, all soaking wet. I wanted to do more with her. I wanted my mouth on her hot pussy. But I didn’t. I stood at the foot of the bed while she fingered herself. My dick was straining hard to break free from my pants. It wanted Karen. It wanted to be buried deep inside of her. Hell I wanted that too, but she isn’t ready for that. Not yet. 

And when I sucked her fingers clean, I thought I would come in my pants like some fucking teenager. I loved her honey taste. I wanted so much more from her. I didn’t think much of it when I placed her hand on my thigh. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she would grab my dick or suck me off. Her mouth was fucking fantastic. She knew exactly how I liked it. And fuck me, I already wanted her hot mouth around me again. 

I could see her instantly come back. When the side of herself she created to keep her from being hurt comes back, I can see it on her face. She was fighting herself over what she really and truly wanted from me. I can do one of two things: one being, I can push her until I broke her, or two, I can let her come to terms on it on her own. I wasn’t sure which she needed at the moment. 

I know I shocked the hell out of her when I took her tiny panties in the floor. I watched her look for them. She was getting frustrated because she couldn’t find them. Lucky for me, I found them before she did. The thought of them in my pocket now makes me even harder for her. I have to stop thinking of her pussy around my dick. I have to stop thinking about her hot mouth around my dick. 

I have to rearrange myself but it’s no use. No matter what position I move my dick to, it still fucking hurts from straining to get out and claim Karen’s hot, tight pussy. I know it’s going to happen soon. I have to be patient. I don’t want to fuck this up with her and I know if I push her to fast to soon that is exactly what will happen. I can’t afford to lose her. She is… my light I guess I can say. Without her, I will be lost in total darkness and that scares the shit out of me. 

I shake off those thoughts, knowing it won’t do me any good to think of it. I might have gone overboard with the food, but fuck it. I want to make sure Karen eats and hell I want to be the one who provides it for her. 

She walks out of the bathroom and washes her hands. I watch her move towards me. She’s uncomfortable in nothing but the shirt she is wearing. I like seeing her fidget with it. I love seeing her long toned legs. Fuck. Maybe she does need to put some pants on or something. 

We both sit down to eat. We are both silent, but I can tell something is bothering Karen. I’d give more than a penny for the thoughts bouncing in that hard head of hers. I can tell by the way she is squirming, her brows are drawn together as if she is deciding what and how to say it. She’s also not really eating. More of picking at her food like a damn bird. This isn’t like Karen at all. First, she never picks at her food. She’s always had a healthy appetite. Well at least she has since I’ve known her. Secondly, she never stops to think of what to say. Karen is known for her bluntness. I am surprised by her behavior. I try and stay patient with her, but after waiting ten more minutes I finally say something. 

“What’s on your mind?”

She shakes her head at me, trying to hide the blush that comes up on her cheeks. Another first. 

“Spit it out already. Tell me what you’re thinking,” I tell her. 

“It’s ... It’s nothing. Let’s just eat.”

“You are going to tell me what’s on your mind, or I will bend you over my knee and make that ass of yours red.” 

My comment makes her snap up and she looks at me with wide eyes. I know she knows I am not joking. I’ll love nothing more than to smack her ass again. I love the feel of my hands slapping her smooth flesh, and making her ass turn the best shade of pink just for me. She takes a deep breath and looks down at her barely eaten food. She drops her fork on the Styrofoam plate and wipes her hands off. 

“What happened between us earlier … I … I ... it doesn’t need to happen again. It … can’t.”

I hope she can tell how much that statement pisses me off. She is still fighting what I make her feel. As much as I try I cannot stop from letting her know she is mine. She needs to accept it and then move on. 

“You need to listen and listen very closely. I am only going to say this once. Now are you listening?”

When she nods her head reluctantly, I continue. 

“You are mine. I know you’re fighting your feelings for me,” I point my finger to her head. “The sooner you work that shit out the better off you will be. Stop fighting yourself for what you really want. You can’t deny how I make you feel. You can’t deny how badly you want me to do the things I am capable of. You will be mine. Accept it.” I jab my finger down on the table to emphasize my point. “You have until we make it to Mexico to figure it out. Either we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either is fine with me. I love a challenge.”

I stand up and toss my food in the trash. I have said all I need to say to her for now. She will have to come to terms with what I said and hopefully I won’t have to resort into pushing her. I am not lying when I say I love a challenge. Hell, that’s one of the reasons why I want her. She’s a huge challenge, even from the very beginning. I don’t even chance a glance at her, afraid I might take her in my arms and never let her go. I walk over to the bed and lay back finally relaxing for the first time today. 

All this running is getting old already. I hate having to run like a pussy, but fuck, I can’t let Dominic get a hold of Karen. He will torture her for days before he finally decides to kill her slowly. I rub my hands down my face noticing I need to shave. Thinking of Dominic’s ways of torture is taking me back to the night he killed Caroline. His own fucking daughter. 

“Jason.”

Her sweet voice calling to me brings me back from the darkness. I look at Karen standing right over me. I wonder what she’s up to now. I look her over long and hard before I acknowledge her. I take her in from her toes all the way up to her dirty blonde hair. I will never grow tired of just looking at her perfect body. When I pull my eyes to her, her breath catches. I give her a sly grin, knowing how I make her feel. She clears her throat a few times, trying to stay in control. I have a feeling that is what is hard for her to let go of. She thrives off control. I can’t say I don’t understand that, but she needs to give that control over to me. I will take care of her. If only she will let me. 

“I was thinking. If you’re going to keep me as a prisoner, maybe next time you could leave me a book or at least let me have the TV remote. How will you feel if you were caged like an animal all day with nothing to do?”

I raise an eyebrow at that. I have a feeling she was going to say something else, but changed her mind at the last second. A part of me gets what she is saying. Another part of me though, the darker side of me, doesn’t give a shit. All I can do is nod my head to let her know I at least heard her. I get up and head to my bag. I grab the rope turn to her. 

“Get into bed.”

She does exactly what I tell her to do and I walk over and using the rope, I tie her hands together and make a couple of loops around the bed post. I make sure she has some room to move around a bit but not too much. I want her to stay put. And I know if I don’t make the knot on the rope good enough, she will work her way out of it. I give the ropes a strong jerk before I’m satisfied with my work. 

“Is this seriously necessary?” Karen asks me. 

“You and I both know it is. For now anyways.” 

“You’re a very frustrating man, you know that right?”

I grin at that. She’s right and she knows she’s right. I can’t help who I am. She sighs deeply almost as she’s given up for the night. I grab the comforter and slowly bring it up closer to her. My hands graze over her soft and smooth legs and I love seeing her flesh react to my light touch. I want nothing more than to caress those toned thighs of hers. I know she’s not wearing any underwear and I ache to move my hand to her ass. I want to grab onto her sweet cheeks and never let go. 

But I don’t do any of those things. I cover her up and tell her goodnight. I pull my phone out of my jeans and check my messages. I inwardly curse when I see I have two missed calls from Frankie. I don’t want to deal with any more bullshit tonight. Unfortunately, I have to find out what’s going on. 

I walk outside our room and I dial Frankie’s number. I eye my new truck and I realize I need to move the money and guns hidden inside. It’s too risky to leave it out here at night. There’s no telling what stupid fucker will try and break in to steal my shit. I can’t have that. When Frankie finally answers, I can already tell I’m not going to like what he tells me. 

“We have a problem,” he says first thing. I take a breath, trying not to lose my cool. My dark side is very close to the edge right now, but I have to remember to rein the bastard in. 

“What’s the problem?” I hear Frankie talking to someone else and I have to repeat myself again, which pisses me off more. 

“Uh, sorry man. Listen, we got raided by the cops a few hours ago. I don’t know how they found our warehouse. They took all we had. All the guns, the money, it’s all gone.”

Goddamn it all.

“Who do we have left? I know everyone didn’t make it out.”

“They only got two of us. Richie and Parks. I’m working with Vince right now to get them out on bail. I know they won’t rat on us, but I’m worried about all our drugs that was taken. It’s not good for business and now we have to worry about the fucking cartel. They aren’t going to like this.”