Page 17 of The #2 Guy

“He’s married. Besides, he’ll never want you. Fuck this.” He drags me into the house, grabs his gun and walks back out. Both of us are still stark naked. “I’m gonna kill him for real this time. I didn’t just get you back to lose you to Roger. Really? The silver fox? You fell for his shit? What does he have that I don’t?”

He paces, butt naked with a Glock in his hand. A giggle escapes me. I can’t help it. As fucked up as my life is after all those days held in a dungeon; my heart feels light.

“You think this is funny? After all I went through—I grieved for you… only to find out you were alive, and he snuck in and stole you? Fuck no. I ain’t having it. Wait…,” his face turns red. “Did he touch you?” The last question was a snarl.

“No. He was a perfect gentle giant.”

“Yeah, that’s Rog. All cuddly as fuck.”

He taps a few times on his cell, holding it up to his ear. I wrap my arms around myself, finally feeling the chill. “Dev? It’s Johnny… where’s that dickwad husband of yours… Yes! I said dickwad. He is one… he made a move on my girl…” I hear the woman shrieking on the other end… not believing Johnny. She’s defending her man but cursing at him at the same time. “You tell him to call me the fuck back or we’re gonna have problems.”

He hangs up, finally staring at me. “You think this is funny? My lips turn up. “That’s it. I’m punishing you the way I’ve dreamed about.” The veins on his neck pop as he stalks toward me with eyes full of fiery passion and lust. I stumble backwards. Shrieking as he gives chase after me and into the house. I’m confused, tripping over thick oriental rugs as I dart from room to room. But he knows the layout and before I know it, he’s in front of me.

“What? How?”

“I took a shortcut. You ready to pay up doll?”

“Johnny!” I scream as he spins me around, pinning me against the wall. His breath is hot on my neck, seconds later the sweet sting from his bite sears through me as his hands move down to my ass. He spreads my hips apart, takes a finger and rubs between my folds.

“You like that, baby?”

“You know I do.”

“Too bad.” He moves back, removes his hand only to smack my ass hard.

“The fuck?” I try to spin around but he pins both my wrists.

“That was for telling me you caught feelings for Roger. This one is for my blue balls last night.” Another smart slap lands.

“Fuck this. I’m not your sub. I’m not some club skank you can torture sexually.”

“No. You aren’t. You’re the woman who ripped my heart out of my chest knowing your endgame would make me a dead man.” This time I take the hard slap. But soon the stinging pain mixes with the need for him to fuck me as he alternated between slapping me and rubbing my slick folds. The dueling sensations have me on edge. My hips move back trying to fuck his hand. “No. You don’t get to come, until I say you can. Today is about me. Got that?” He spins me around only to land a hard kiss against my mouth. His cell rings interrupting his next move. “Rog? I’m kind of busy punishing my girl for falling for you. What? No, you can’t fucking talk to her. She’s mine. You wanna talk to someone? Go talk to your wife.”

He hangs up and I’m transfixed. Angry Johnny is hot. Territorial Johnny is a turn on. How could I ever momentarily want someone other than the big, dumb guy standing right in front of me? He’s not my second choice, he’s my first. I’m simply scared shitless to tell him. I’ll make him sweat a bit more. Besides, I’d die before admitting that I actually crave his punishment. I’ll be a bad girl all day long if this is how I’m “rewarded.”

“He’s okay?”

“You dare ask about him? To me? He’s dead when Dev figures out how he hid you for Roque…”

I swallow hard at the gleam in his eyes as they travel down my body. I know what he’s thinking… he’s gonna fuck me hard. Probably all day.A shiver rolls through me.

“Cold?”

I didn’t respond, letting him misread my body signs. He throws me over his broad shoulders resting a meaty palm across my angry ass. I’m taken down halls, out to the back of the building before he finally puts me down. He punches a code into a keypad and a door unlocks.

“Welcome to the spa, babe. You ready for your treatments?”

It’s dim inside the hall. He opens a door and I’m dazed as I scan the Turkish bath. Colorful mosaic tiles cover the ground and pool area. “Get in. If you dare.”

I tip a toe into the water. It’s hot. Like, hot tub hot. I keep one eye on Johnny as I sink down into the water. He opens a louvered closet, taking out a floating mat and a bottle of… oil? I shake my head. Johnny is a kinky fuck and being the center of his sexual attention is a reward like no other. He puts the mat down in the pool, dousing it with baby oil. Then he crooks a finger at me. “Get on, ass up.”

I shake my head.

“I won’t ask again.” I shake my head, knowing by refusing him it’ll make my punishment that much better. I expect him to grab me. Dominate me. Try to bend me to his will. Instead he squirts oil all over his chest and gets on the mat himself. I bit my lip to stifle my groan at all his hard, bronzed slicked skin waiting for me. His thick cock sticks up, inviting me to give it a ride.

“See anything you like, little FBI?”

“Nope. Not a thing.” I smirk back, hiding my clenched fists under the water.

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