Page 14 of Unchained

His hand snaps out, gripping the front of my neck, locking me in a tight hold.

“Don’t go mistaking who’s in charge here, Emberly. I can do whatever I want with you and to you, and you can’t do a damn thing to stop me.”

His grip tightens, closing off my windpipe, and his point is proven. When he releases his hold, my lungs take in a heaving breath. Every part of my body is on alert. And there’s a sick part of me that is begging for him to force his way with me.

“But do you know what I think?” His roughened hand runs up the side of my thigh, gripping onto the waistband of my pajama shorts, the trail of his touch leaves an unsettling need. “I think this little protest is all an act. I think your pussy is as slick as can be. Shall we find out?”

My shorts are roughly yanked down my thighs and his head lowers right to the spot, inhaling deeply. “So fucking sweet.” His tongue dips out, flicking over my clit, and a desperate whimper slips free. My hips buck against his mouth— needing more.

“That’s what I thought. This little pussy wants to be fucked.” His tongue slides down through my folds, and he presses my thighs up against my sides, plunging into my body. Heat courses up my spine, my gut twisting tight as he fucks into me. His mouth is wrecking me inside and out. I’m so close, it’s within reach.

“No,” he growls, then suddenly, he’s gone, rising up and positioning himself between my thighs. “You’re going to come on my dick this time. I want to feel how much you don’t want me to fuck you.”

His pushes inside and there isn’t an ounce of protest on my tongue. My body is sucking him in deeper, showing him exactly how much I want to be fucked by him.

“That’s right,” he grunts. “Make a mess of me, little girl. Show this cock how much you don’t want it.”

He picks up his pace, pumping in and out. A slow and steady cadence that’s driving me right to the edge.

“This tight little pussy is too fucking good. That’s it, princess. Squeeze my fucking shaft.” The tightness constricts from within, and I squirt all over him, making more of a mess. “You better fucking get there fast. I’m about to lose my fucking mind.”

His desperate growl sends me over the edge. The electric pulses going haywire. The intensity almost too much for my system as I grapple with consciousness.

“Oh fuck! This little cunt is creaming all over me. That’s it. Show me how much you don’t like my dick, baby.”

The final blasts hit, and I feel his cum slipping down my thigh. If I weren’t on the pill, I’d probably be freaking out. I didn’t even think about protection. I didn’t think much about anything. I didn’t put up a fight. Didn’t stand my ground. I did nothing but let the pleasure take over and let him fuck me.

He pulls out and plops down beside me, pulling me into his chest. “Damn, you’re something, baby.” His whispered gasp causes my heart to stutter. “Fuck, I wish things were different.”

That makes two of us.

“Will you tell me what happened?” I ask, wanting to understand what set him down this path. I want to understand how he could get wrapped up with such a heinous man.

He lets out a sigh, and I feel his chest deflate under me. Like regret is weighing him down.

“There aren’t enough hours before sunrise to get into it, babe. Long story short, I had a shit upbringing, and so I ran. I ran right to the streets and found myself in a heap of trouble. Wasn’t fazed much about doing time in juvie. Felt like I was surrounded by people who had bigger fucking issues than me. But when shit started to get real and I turned eighteen, I had a decision to make. Either keep at it and wind up in the slammer or get my act together. Finally, I decided to get my life together. I went out looking for a job. Wanted to turn things around and make something of myself. But people don’t want to hire kids with records. And the only job I could find was as a delivery man.”

It’s one of the things my brother has always talked about, setting up some type of program to get kids out of juvie and rehabilitated. My brother thinks the system breeds the problem because just like Trevor, kids struggle to get jobs and get back on their feet, which leads them to committing more crimes.

“This high-powered businessman needed someone to deliver packages to his clients. I was too blinded by my admiration for the man, that I didn’t think to question anything. I was excited to be given the opportunity and was hoping to be just like him one day: wealthy and successful. Admired by men who’d built empires.”

I can see how that would be enticing. Especially to a kid who had a record. Wealthy people tend not to respect delinquents. But it’s obvious Estavio had an ulterior motive.

“Then, one day, my goggles were torn off and I learned exactly what was in those packages I’d been delivering all over town. He’d turned me into a drug dealer without me even knowing it.”

My stomach sinks, thinking of how he was led straight into a trap.

“The next day, I went and gave my notice. But he told me there was no leaving the fold. He told me he never left loose ends.”

In other words, he’d have killed him if he ever tried to quit.

“So, I fell in line, trying to figure a way out, trying to hatch a plan to get myself free. I played my part as the good soldier while searching for a way to expose him. Day in and day out, I tried to gather evidence on him: pictures, recordings, video footage. It was near impossible. He’s got his shit tight. Once I got something on him, I still faced one huge problem. I knew I couldn’t go to the cops and turn him in because they were his clients. I needed to be strategic. I needed to expose him to the media. But it was impossible. He had my phone tapped. He had me followed. My every move was being watched, and the second I crossed him, I would’ve been a dead man.”

“So, how did your sister get involved?” I’m probably jumping ahead, but Shayla married the man.

“He knew what I was up to. The shark can smell betrayal from a mile away. So, he lured my sister in, married her, and took in Kai. He made sure he had something he could hold over my head. If I made one wrong move, they’d be gone.”

My stomach tightens even more. Rodriguez is an absolute monster. A dangerous monster who needs to be locked up.