Prisoner (All of You Book 1) by Melissa Silvey Read Free Book Online Page B

last night.  I remember when he woke me up, and I faced him and took him inside me.  He was satisfied with that for a few moments, until he grabbed my tits and started pinching my nipples.  I think we did it three or four more times, I’m not sure.  I’m going to be sore for a long time.
    Hughes gathering me is almost a blessing.  But Tony holds me a little tighter when I try to move.  “One last kiss,” he whispers against my cheek.  I turn toward him, and study him.  I wish I’d asked him the story behind the tattoos, and the scars I discovered the more I looked at and touched him. 
    I touch his tan skin, his soft beard, and his even softer lips.  I see the gray in his beard and hair now, and the lines around his eyes.  I smile at him weakly, then, I kiss him gently, and move off his lap.
    “No,” he complains, but as I dress he doesn’t try to stop me.  When I’m clothed, I turn to look at him.  His hands are on his knees, and he looks like he might spring into action at any moment.  Instead, he simply says, “Thanks.”
    I walk backward toward Hughes with my hands to her.  “For what?”
    “For the most amazing memories of human contact.”  His words are so sad, but he actually sounds happy.  I smile at him, because I know what he means.  Although he might not be the last person I have sex with, I’ll definitely remember him as the best. 
    “Put on the blindfold and gag,” Hughes orders me.  They’re on the floor right beside me.  I pick them up, and stare at him as I put them on.  Although we only had one night together, I’ll be able to picture him in my imagination for a very long time.  She places the handcuffs on my wrists, and the door opens just enough for me to fit through.  They close it quickly, and lead me through cold hallways that smell like bleach. 
    I think I understand what happened to my sister now.  As I’m shoved into the back of the car, I think I know.  Addy wouldn’t have given in as easily as I did.  She had a boyfriend who she was totally in love with and committed to.  She was in a situation that she couldn’t understand or control.  She was used to having her way about everything.  And then these people probably took her and put her in a cell with a man whom she’d just watch kill another human being.  She was probably hysterical.  By the time they had her blindfolded she was probably melting down, losing her mind.  They probably don’t like spoiled little rich girls who don’t go along with their orderly, organized rape scenario.
    I just have to figure out which one did it.  Which one of these monsters killed my baby sister?
     
    Tony
     
    God, my dick is sore.  I can’t remember the last time I stayed up all night fucking.  Me and the ex used to do it sometimes, when I’d return home from overseas.  Now all I have to do to get another is kill someone in six days. 
    It’s not murder, really.  It’s self-defense.  The other guy is trying to kill me.  I’m just staying alive.
    What if it’s not with her?  What if she’s already been released?  I wonder, as I walk over to the toilet.  I can’t even hold it to piss.  It’s bright red, and it hurts like hell.  But I can’t stop smiling.  She was fantastic.  She took the all-night fuck session like a champ.  She didn’t cry, and she didn’t say no.  But she wasn’t seductive.  She didn’t want to be there, but she enjoyed it.  I think.  I hope.  God, I fucking hope she enjoyed it.
    I don’t think she would have enjoyed it so much if she is a cop.  She would have tried to talk me down.  She would have tried to talk me out of it.  She wouldn’t have rode it and sucked it like she hadn’t had a cock in years. 
    Am I going to spend all day trying to analyze Lani Vaden?  What kind of name is Vaden, anyway?  Or am I going to go to sleep with a big smile on my face?
    I lay down on my cot, grinning, when I hear the hatch open.  “Great fight last night,