Page 38 of Twisted Salvation
He abruptly pulls back, ripping his condom off before rolling me to my back and pushing my knees to my chest. The wand presses against my clit as he slams against my cervix and starts brutally fucking me. The noises that come out of me are like an animal in pain. Thank fucking God for the birth control implant in my arm.
“This ismypussy, Myra. It’s always been mine,” he growls. “Now be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
I have my eyes squeezed shut as I try to pry his hands off the back of my thighs. The more I resist, the harder he thrusts. I’d forgotten just how brutal he is and how long it takes for him to finish. The silver lining is that he is not even close to as big as Dominic and Matt, so I don’t think he can do much damage. I know they will find a way to get to me. I won’t give up hope that they will pull me from the flames.
Eventually, Walter wins, and a painful orgasm sneaks out. He immediately finds his way to his own release and moans as he shoves himself as deep as he can to come.
I’m going to need an acid bath after this…
Chapter Thirteen
Dominic
The elevator doors open,and I see Naomi looking absolutely panicked in front of our hotel door. “What happened?” I ask forcefully.
“She’s gone,” Naomi says carefully. “The agent fell asleep. Cameras spotted her leaving the room and exiting the building alone.”
“She wouldn’t…” I start.
“She would, and she did,” Naomi says. “She would absolutely do what she was told to do if she thinks Rose is in danger.”
“Fuck,” I snap. “When did she leave?”
“About thirty minutes ago, hotel camera footage from the valet area caught her going into the alleyway to the left of the building. A white van pulled up and left a few seconds later,” Naomi says. I turn back to the elevator, and she runs after us. “Wait. Dominic, you have to…”
“Have to what?” I turn and yell at her. “You lost my wife, and now I’m going to find her. Go do your job and I’ll do mine.”
The moment we get to my truck, Trish grabs her laptop from the back and opens it up. She is a computer engineer and essentially a computer hacker. She gets to work on accessing the messages on Myra’s phone. Matt and Natalie walk toward the restaurant next to the hotel. I do not doubt that they are trying to get hold of their camera footage. We can always hack in and get it, but this way would be easier. We know that there are cameras in the alley on both sides of the hotel, but this is the only one that’s truly accessible.
“Why didn’t she call me?” I ask myself aloud.
“She acted impulsively to try and save her daughter,” Trish says, handing me her laptop. I read through the messages, and it makes sense. I don’t blame her, and I likely would have reacted the same way. She may not have been the one to raise Rose, but she’s still her mother.
“We need to go see Paul and Megan,” I say, handing the laptop back and pulling out my phone. I got in contact with them last week. They know the entire situation and asked that I keep them updated on everything. I need to make sure that Rose is okay. Walter likely never even knew where she was; he only knew of her existence.
“Hello?” Paul answers sleepily.
“It’s Dominic. I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s an emergency,” I say.
“Is she okay?” he asks, suddenly awake.
“No. Go make sure Rose is okay. Right now,” I say. Paul and Megan Wilson are wonderful people. They truly care about Myra. What she does not understand is that Rose has never called Paul and Megan “Mom and Dad.” From the time she could understand, she knew she was adopted. She introduces them as her grandparents. Paul told me that she overheard him and Megan talking about how they wish that they could have Myra as a daughter, also. She took this as Myra still being her mother, and her adoptive parents being her grandparents. That is how it’s been since she was seven years old. Rose is incredibly smart for her age and empathetic in ways that not even adults are. She’s not upset at Myra and simply told her adoptive parents that her mom will heal, and she is excited to meet her one day.
“She’s pretending to sleep while reading under her covers. What’s going on?” Paul asks.
“Is Myra okay?” Megan asks.
“No. She was lured out of the hotel, thinking that someone had Rose. She was told to go to the alleyway, or Rose was going to be hurt. Now she’s gone. The FBI apparently is investigating it, but I’m done trusting them. I’m doing this my way now, and those two little fuckers aren’t gonna make it out alive.”
“We aren’t in the safe house. We are in our vacation home. Meet us here. We have plenty of room for everyone,” Paul says. “I am going to be honest with Rose. Obviously, I want the gritty details spared, but I promised her that we would keep her updated on Myra.”
“I want to be upset at her for not calling me first, but I don’t blame her,” I say as Matt gets into the front seat. “I’m putting you on Bluetooth. Everyone is here.”
“Got it,” Paul says.
“Get anything?” I ask Matt.
“Uh. Yep,” Matt sighs and hands me his phone. “Their alley camera by the back door has sound.”
