Deliverance for Amelia (12 page)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Amelia

I
SIGH AS I ROCK ON TOP OF GABE, his length leaving me vacant one second and then slamming into me the next, filling me.

“Gabe… oh god, Gabe!” I exclaim as I wind tight. I’ve graduated from calling him master since we married – lucky me.

His pelvic bone is rubbing my clit while his cock hits my sweet spot every time he slides back inside of me. His hard chest is tight, his pecks firm. The muscles in his arms ripple as his strong hands grip my hips. His jaw is clenched, and his nostrils flare, as his green eyes stay locked onto mine. Gabe likes it when I look into his eyes while he fucks me.

“…Fuck…” He growls as he flips me over onto my back. I sink further into the mattress as his body weighs down on mine. He holds my wrists together with one hand as the other grips my leg and shoves it towards the side of my head.

“Come on my dick, Amelia.” He demands, and I do. My walls come crashing down as ecstasy explodes throughout my body. His rock hard form tenses above me as his hot come explodes over my sore cervix.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He murmurs as he falls to his side with my legs still tangled around his waist.

I can only hope
.

He rests his head on his hand as he traces circles around my pebbled nipples, “I can’t wait to put a baby inside of you, Amelia.”

My eyes snap to his, “No.”

His lips curl up into a lazy smile, “You will carry my child, one day, maybe soon, maybe not. But, you’re my wife, and you will give me a son.”

I shake my head stiffly as I look up at the ceiling. I could never consciously have a child with Gabe. How could anyone? I want the man that I decide to spend my days with and have children with to be a role model, not a killer. What type of role model would Gabe be?

“Oh, here little Timmy… all you do is take the poor victim, strap them onto The Rack, and then pull them apart.”

No! Absolutely not! I will figure out a way to stay on birth control. Or I could just rip his balls off. The latter makes me smile.

“We’re going out tonight. I need your… assistance.” He says coolly.

I give him a warning look, “Assistance? How so?”

“I’ve got business here in Cabo, and then more after that which will require travelling. I’ll be hiring a staff.” He pauses when he sees my eyebrows raise, “A trusted,
well paid
staff.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, so back to tonight. What does it entail?”

He traces his thumb over my jaw, “I need you to lure someone here.”

I sit up on my elbow, “Absolutely not!”

“No, see… that’s where you’re wrong.” He pauses as he grips my neck and slams my upper body back down onto the soft mattress. I gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth and suckles and nips at it before pulling away. I let out an appreciative sigh as he moves onto the other and does the same.

“You will, Amelia,” He growls as he crawls on top of me, nudging my thighs open with his leg before his substantial length fills my sore pussy once more, causing me to gasp.

“You’ll do it because you’re my wife,” He thrusts into me with force before continuing, “For better or worse.”

I’m wearing a skimpy “little black dress”, and little it is. It barely covers my ass as Gabe stands behind me and runs his hands over my ribs.

“So, what’s with this guy? Why are we doing this?” I ask, wincing at the mention of ‘we’, as in both of us… killing someone.

Gabe chuckles before nipping at my neck, “Old friend of my father’s followed me here. His daughter went missing and they ended up finding her dead, she was taken by a Mexican sex ring, and sold as a slave. I’ve got twelve of these fuckers that I’ve got to kill off. The kidnappers on tonight’s menu.”

I gasp. That’s, well… terrible.

“Wow.” I murmur before my eyes snap back to Gabe’s, “So… what? You’re going to kill him here? In this room? It’ll be a mess.”

Gabe tilts his head to the side as he examines my face, “I didn’t expect you to be so… shall I say, compliant.”

I cross my arms over my chest, “You say that as though I have a choice.”

“Touché.” He mumbles as he grips my arms, “Tonight it will have to be clean. Unfortunately. You lure him here, get his dick hard – then I get his ass.”

My mouth drops open, “Gabe, I’m not fucking him!”

His jaw clenches, “No. You’re not. However, you’re to seduce him. Maybe get rid of some of these clothes, give him a show. Keep him distracted.”

My cheeks flush at the mention of stripping for a complete stranger. I divert my eyes.

Gabe raises my chin so I can see his green eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he stands behind me, “Consider this a favor to society. I never thought of my work as charity, but it is what it is.”

I huff. Well, at least I will not be the one killing him. He kidnaps girls for a sex ring, he’s a piece of shit. I could consider the possibility that Gabe is lying, but I’d rather believe that he’s telling the truth about this man. I think about my mother and grandmother sleeping soundly a few doors down. If anything, I am doing this for them. I don’t have a choice in the matter.

“Okay.” I whisper, “Let’s get this over with.”

I sip my margarita that I had ordered at the bar. Thankfully, the legal drinking age in Mexico is eighteen, so at least I can calm my nerves a bit.

To say that I’m freaked out is an understatement; I’m fucking terrified. He said it would be clean.
Clean
. What does that mean? Like, smother him with something?

Gabe showed me a picture of him. He’s handsome and clean cut. You wouldn’t think that he’s a kidnapper. Perhaps that’s how he lures in the unsuspecting girls. I feel for them. I know what it’s like to be stolen away. My life stripped from me unwillingly. So, that helps calm me somewhat.

“Hello.” I hear. The voice is deep with a slight accent. I look up at the mirror behind the shelves stocked with bottles of top shelf liquor. It’s him.

“Hi.” I whisper. He takes a seat next to me, and his light brown eyes implore mine. His jaw is strong and his nose is narrow. His tanned skin is smooth, with a five o’clock shadow. He’s incredibly exotic and sexy.

“What is a beautiful girl such as yourself doing here alone?” He asks.

My gaze travels to where Gabe is sitting alone in a dark booth. The low lighting barely catches in his blonde hair. His face is hidden in the shadows.

I clear my throat as I look towards the man once more, “I was waiting for a friend, but he still hasn’t shown up. I think I’ve been stood up.”

He shakes his head as he clucks his tongue, “I can’t imagine anyone doing that to you. He’d be a fool.”

“Perhaps he is a fool.” I say softly, trying my best to be seductive.

“Perhaps… what’s your name?” He asks.

“Amelia. Yours?”

“Max.” He whispers.

He bites his lip before leaning in and whispering against my neck, “Would you accompany me somewhere quieter? I’d like to get to know you better, Amelia.”

“Yes.” I sigh. I put on like I’m tipsy. Gabe made that a point. I need to act as if I’ve lost my inhibitions. I guess my mock slurred speech helped, because he was quick to get me out of here and into bed.

We get to the hotel room that Gabe and I share. I stop and eye the camera mounted to the corner of the hallway. I slide the key in hesitantly. Cameras are not good when you’re
trying to kill someone
. The lock turns and I push the door open. Max doesn’t take any time before slamming me against the wall, his hand travelling up my bare thigh. I gasp as his lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth and then into my mouth. His free hand begins kneading my breast roughly.

I pull my lips from his, “Wait... Why don’t you go take a seat and I’ll make us a drink.”

He practically growls as he leans against me, his hands on both sides of my head.

“It will only take a minute.” I whisper, and he reluctantly trudges across the room to the couch. The wind blows through the opening which leads to the secluded balcony. I smell the ocean in the air as I pour us each a tumbler of bourbon.

I recollect myself before turning and swaying my hips from side to side seductively. The door to the suite is partially ajar. That will allow Gabe access once I start distracting Max.

I hand Max his drink before pressing ‘play’ on the stereo system. “Bad Romance” by 30 Second to Mars begins streaming through the speakers.
How fitting
, I think to myself.

I make my way back over to Max once I remove the strappy heals that I’ve been wearing. I stop in front of him before downing my drink and placing the tumbler onto the table. I lean over and trail kisses from his neck to his collar as I take his drink and gently place it on the table beside the couch.

I see the door slowly opening more and more in my peripheral vision. The back of the couch is facing the door, so only I can see Gabe sauntering in with the cable tie wrapped around each fist, unbeknownst to Max.

I sway my hips from side to side in rhythm with the music as Max’s hungry eyes watch my body. Gabe watches me as I slide the dress over my shoulders, and then over my chest. I slowly wiggle the dress over my body as both men watch. Before I know it, Max grabs my hips once I step out of the dress and makes me straddle him. I feel his hard length beneath me, but my eyes do not leave Gabe’s as I grind into Max.

Gabe is giving me a warning look. Perhaps I’ve gone too far? Perhaps I don’t give a shit? This entire thing is morbidly thrilling. My jealous husband, the handsome kidnapper – yes, I’m asking myself the same thing – what in the fuck is wrong with me?

I watch Gabe quickly approach and I lean back as I grind myself once more into Max’s erection. His entire body jumps when Gabe startles him, wrapping the cable tie around his neck to the point where fine lines of blood travel from where it’s cut into the sensitive skin. I watch his eyes become invaded with tiny red veins as they bulge from his head. His dick softens beneath me as the life drains from him. The sickening wheezes that he’s been making slows and then eventually comes to a halt as his eyes roll back and his once stiff body goes limp.

My eyes snap to Gabe’s. He’s still holding the cable tightly, glaring at me. I climb off of Max’s lifeless body as he finally releases the tie and lets it fall into the dead man’s lap. He makes his way around the couch and stands before me. His pupils have dilated as he looks at me with an odd expression. He looks turned on, but in an animalistic way. Like he wants to take me and ravage me.