A Dangerous Trade Ch. 2
Harley
I was exhausted and just as I laid down to fall asleep, someone knocked at my door. I told them to come in and it was Maverick holding one of my bags from home stuffed to the brim.
"Your stuff," he grunted.
"Thanks," I said coldly. There was something about him that drew me to him but I didn't like him in the same breath.
"Welcome, sleep well," he said over his shoulder as walked out and my door clicked shut.
I grabbed my bag and rifled through trying to find some pajamas. I threw them on and laid back down, ready to get some sleep and get to work in the morning. I knew what they had told me about needing to find out if I was trustworthy or not, but I would still try to work with them to get Kody back. The sooner the better. I hated thinking about how he must have been feeling, having no hope and thinking I'd abandoned him.
I closed my eyes and sleep still wouldn't come no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned until I couldn't take it anymore and got up to find a bathroom. It was late and quiet in the house, the lights dimmed. I traveled down the hallway, trailing my hand across the wall as I walked.
I felt for the handle of the first door and knocked gently as I opened it. It wasn't a bathroom, it was some kind of office with tons of books on shelves and a map on the wall above the desk. I brightened the light in the room with the knob on the wall to get a better look.
Just as I was walking into the room I felt a hard hand on my shoulder and I was spun around to face Carson. He was red in the face and seething.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded and I balked, stuttering.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just looking for the bathroom."
"That's why you brightened the light and were walking into someone's office? Who the fuck sent you here, who are you?" He wrapped his big hand around my throat and squeezed until I could hardly breathe.
"I-I'm sorry," I choked out. "Looking... For.... Bathroom," I gurgled.
"I don't fucking believe you," he spat in my face. "Who are you? Tell me or so help me God-"
"Carson?" Damien asked in the doorway. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
Carson let go as Damien reached for his arm and yanked him backwards. Carson shook his head back and forth, putting a palm to his forehead and running out the door and down the hall.
"You okay, babe?" Damien reached up to stroke my reddened neck that would surely bruise later. I pushed his hand away and stalked towards the door. "Hey," Damien chided as he pulled me back toward him. "What the hell happened?" His brow furrowed in concern and I felt a warm flutter in my belly.
"I was looking for the bathroom and got nosy I guess, I'm sorry," I admitted.
"You shouldn't be in here, but Carson shouldn't have put his hands on you and I'm sorry for that. Let me walk you back to your room."
He led me with his hand at the small of my back to my room and followed me inside. He left the door cracked, but turned to face me with heat emanating from his body and gaze. He pushed me against the bed and lifted me by my waist to sit me on the edge of it. He bent and nuzzled my neck, licking and nipping gently.
"Fuck, you taste so good, I want to taste all of you," he whispered against my flushed neck.
"Please," I whispered.
"Don't tempt me, babygirl," he whispered huskily back.
He pushed away from me and sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. He looked defeated, tired. I shook myself from the haze and stood, walking to him.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, I'm sorry," Damien countered. "You're just so intoxicating, I can't get enough. But get some sleep, okay? We'll talk tomorrow."
With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of my room, closing the door. I sighed and flopped down on the bed. My hand drifted up to my throat and I felt the skin where Carson's rough hand had been and the bruises forming. There was something almost exciting watching the look in his eye as he choked me. Scary, but somehow exciting. He could have hurt me, left deeper bruises, but he didn't. I didn't know what that meant. His control was acute and almost frightening.
I slid under the covers, still holding my neck with one hand and fell asleep shortly after closing my eyes. I slept deep, falling into a dark dream. Carson's hand was around my throat, squeezing until the life started to drain from within me. I choked and struggled, kicking my legs out and flailing my arms, but he only squeezed harder. Maverick and Damien were behind him, watching and doing nothing, laughing.
I woke abruptly to Carson standing over me, watching me. I jumped up into a sitting position and scooted back against the headboard. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, just stood there with his head cocked slightly to the side.
"What were you dreaming of?" he whispered.
"You," I blurted. I covered my mouth with my hand, embarrassed I had just been so honest with him.
"What about me?" He moved an inch closer, giving me even more access to the dark look in his eyes.
"Y-you were hurting me," I admitted.
"And you liked it," he countered.
"No, I-I-"
"Don't lie," he growled and moved another couple of inches closer. I flinched back but having nowhere to go, my eyes darted around the room looking for something, anything to help me.
Carson ripped the blanket off me and pointed down to my pussy. "Then why are you soaked? I can smell it."
It had to be one of the weirdest things anyones ever said to me, so I just stared at the wet spot over my panties and on the bed. I gawked, not even realizing how turned on I was. And just like that, Carson was on me, straddling my legs together and pulling me to the side, pushing me down so that I was laying flat. I didn't say a word and stayed as still as I could.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "What exactly was I doing to you in that dream, angel? Hmm?" He traced one finger down my cheek, tracing the line of a single tear running down my cheek. "Is this for me?" His lips tipped up on one side, a sadistic smirk.
"No, and you were choking me." I left out the bit about him choking me literally to death. I didn't want to give him any ideas at the moment.
"Oh, I think this tear is for me, and this wetness too." He moved fast, spreading my legs with his and cupping my pussy through my drenched panties. "You like it when I choke you? Because if you ever snoop around my house again, I will do it again. Harder."
I believed his threat and stayed as still as possible, watching his eyes bore into mine. "I won't do it again, I'm sorry," I choked out.
"Damn right you won't."
He was off me in a flash, shutting the door behind him before I could even blink or register what the fuck had just happened. I rolled over and panted hard, my chest rising and falling as if I couldn't get enough air. It was like he had just had his hands around my throat all over again. And to my surprise, my hand drifted down my belly and inside my panties, my fingers easily slipping into my soaking wet pussy. I pumped my fingers in and out, feeling my impending orgasm already forming. I came hard, clenching around my two fingers and crying out.
I laid there for a minute or so, collecting myself and letting the waves of pleasure roll off me slowly. I needed that, I needed more. Instead, I threw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed out into the hallway to really find a bathroom this time. It was down the opposite way next to the stairs. I relieved myself, cleaning up a bit and heading downstairs to find something to eat. I was ravenous.
I walked slowly, hearing voices below me somewhere. I walked through the living room and popped my head into the kitchen, finding all three men in deep conversation. I smelled coffee and eggs cooking and couldn't help myself. I made a small sound of appreciation and all three men snapped their heads in my direction. Maverick looked pissed, Carson looked smug and Damien looked happy to see me. At least one of them was.
"Hungry, baby?" Damien asked, cocking his head to the side and I realized how cute it was when he did that.
I gave him a small smile and nodded eagerly, walking deeper into the kitchen and sitting at the stool he pulled out for me. Carson refused to look at me anymore and sipped his coffee. Maverick wouldn't look at me either and I started to feel uncomfortable. Damien handed me a cup and a plate and sat next to me, scooting my stool closer to his and throwing his arm around my shoulders. His calm and laid back demeanor helped relax me a bit but it was still tense in the room.
"Happy to have some of your own things?" Maverick asked dryly.
"Yeah, thanks." I nodded.
Damien clapped his hands together, making me jump. "Settle in, babe, the boys have some digging to do around town and you're stuck with me for the day."
"Digging?" I asked, curious.
"Yeah, about you," Carson spat.
"We're just covering our bases, making sure you are who you say you are." Maverick's voice was gruff.
"I am not affiliated with YT, you have to believe me," I blurted. "We don't have time for this, my brother is probably going through hell right now."
"A few days won't make a difference, relax," Maverick told me, but it sounded like a warning. Relax, or else.
But I couldn't help myself. I felt the fire burning under my skin, making me hot and angry. "A few days could make all the difference, I need to get him back today," I gritted out.
