“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. I’ve got you.”
She liked being pressed against him. He held onto her, and together they walked down the street. Sasha imagined people staring at them, wondering what the hell she was doing with him. She didn’t care what they all thought. In her mind, Pussy was a sexy man, a sinfully sexy man.
“Right, we’re at my bike. I’ve got a helmet for you to wear. I’m going to place it over your head. I’ll be gentle, okay?”
“Yes.”
Standing perfectly still, she waited for him to place the helmet over her head. He secured the buckle underneath her chin.
“There, it’s pretty solid.” He took hold of her hand. “Keep your hand on my shoulder. You’ve got to trust me, and you’ll get on my bike without a hitch, okay?”
“Okay.” Gripping his shoulder, she couldn’t help but notice how thick his shoulders were. The guy was huge. He moved forward, and she went on her toes to keep hold of him.
“Now, c**k your leg over. When you feel your cunt on the seat, settle in,” he said.
“What?”
Had she heard him correctly? Heat went straight between her thighs at his words. No, surely she’d been imagining things. There was no way he would say stuff like that.
“You heard me. Don’t expect nice words from me. I call it like I see it. I can promise you, you’ll be safe with me. I’m not interested in hurting women.”
Unlike Kenneth, her stepfather. Did he know about Kenneth or even suspect the other man of being a total bastard?
Flinging her leg over the side of the bike, she settled into the seat, feeling happy to have achieved something without looking stupid.
“Hold onto me tightly.”
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held on as tightly as she could. “Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, baby. It’s all fine to me.”
The engine purred to life. Resting her face against his back, excitement filled every part of her core. Smiling, she let out a squeal as he pulled away from where he was parked. She kept her eyes closed, holding on tightly to Pussy as he drove the bike. Sasha didn’t have a clue who he was or even if she could trust him, but she did.
He hadn’t hurt her yet.
He’s not going to hurt you.
She didn’t get the vibe from him that she did from Kenneth. If he wanted to hurt her, he could have already. Instead, he’d made her feel more independent and kissed her in the few times they’d been together. She was losing her mind when it came to this man. Keeping her arms around him, she was aware of how hard and muscular he was.
Sasha didn’t have a clue where they were going, and she didn’t care.
Time passed, and for the first time since her blindness, Sasha felt free, happy.
The sun beat down on them. Kenneth would lose his mind when he found her gone.
This is your chance to go.
Pushing all thoughts aside she simply basked in the time of not being controlled by a man she despised.
The bike soon came to a stop, and she was overcome by the most amazing smells.
“Now, this is a steakhouse,” Pussy said. His voice vibrated his body. She loved the sound of his voice. Her own pu**y grew warm at the feel of him between her thighs.
She was a virgin, and there hadn’t been any way for her to change that status in her life. Fear suddenly gripped her at the thought of what Kenneth would do. She hadn’t pushed him to attack her again, but she’d been too dependent on him to push him away. At night she heard him with her mother and knew he still desired her. Did he want her out of the way so her mother was no longer dealing with her? Ever since her blindness, her mother spent more time with her, not enough time for it to matter to Sasha, but Kenneth always sounded angry whenever he found her mother in her room.
“Are you ready for some food?” he asked.
“I think you should take me back.” She still kept her hands around his waist, not wanting to let him go.
“Why?”
“Kenneth, my stepdad, he’s not going to like me being elsewhere.” She shivered at the thought of his anger. Her mother didn’t deserve this.
What about me? Do I deserve this?
Her life was at the mercy of the man who’d caused her blindness. She was trapped in a vicious cycle that Kenneth had created.
“Has he hurt you?” Pussy asked.
Biting her lip, she felt him move and loosened her hold on him.
“It’s nothing.”
Pussy helped her off the bike and removed the helmet she wore. His touch was sweet as he tilted her head back. “Don’t lie to me.”
She wished she could see his face. “What do you look like?” she asked.
Her cheeks heated at the questions. She tried to push out of his touch. He wouldn’t release her.
“I swear to you, Sasha, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Sasha had no reason to believe him, and yet she did.
“Yes, he’s hurt me.” The moment she released the words a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Collapsing against him, she started to cry, real large tears. His large arms banded around her.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you, Sasha. I won’t let that f**ker hurt you again.”
There was nothing he could do, but knowing that he cared meant a lot to her.
Closing her eyes, she let him hold her. What would it matter if he held her close? His hand ran down her back, resting at the base.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“I’m twenty.”
“What are you still doing with the f**ker who hurt you?” The anger in his voice made her tense.
“I don’t have a choice. I can’t live on my own.”
“Your blindness shouldn’t hold you back.” He rubbed her cheek.
“I haven’t always been blind.”
“What? How the f**k is that possible?”
She dropped her head down. This was a mistake. She shouldn’t have come.
“Fuck. You know what? Let’s go and eat, and you can tell me your story. We’re not leaving here until I get it.”
****
Frederick Gonzalez stared at Kenneth Carmichael. The f**ker was all about the money. He didn’t care about Piston County or the life of his family; all he wanted was money. Devil didn’t have a clue that Frederick had more than one person working for him. Kenneth gave him what he needed, an inside look into the running of the town. He’d been able to put one of his men on the town council who made decisions. In one of the old warehouses, he’d bought the property for half the cost and was now using it as a coke making plant.