Illusions

31. door

Amira's POV

"Roman, please, just fuck me."

His expression becomes more pained by the minute, I know how much he wants everything to be perfect. However, he doesn't have a shirt on and it's making me hornier and hornier.

"Get on your knees and I'll consider it."

I roll my eyes.

"I'd much rather have you on yours."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him, making sure I feel his hard-on.

"You have no idea what's running through my head right now."

I smirk and rub on him a bit.

"I think I have some ideas," I say coyly, moving a hand up his chest, "you'll never know."

I step back and intend to turn away, but he keeps a steel grip on me.

"Let me hold you a bit longer before you leave me, my darling."

I smile and throw my hands around his neck, and right as he hugs me back, I hear a thud.

I wake up and squint at the light coming through the windows.

"Enjoying the natural light?"

James stands in the doorway and smirks at me.

"I took advantage of your sleep and unboarded all of the windows," he says proudly, holding up a hammer, "I hope it reminds you of all the light that comes into your bedroom, according to realtor.com."

I don't even know what to say to that.

My head hurts as I hear sirens in the distance, I try to move my hands to soothe the pain and remember that they are bound behind me.

"Forgot about your predicament, hmm?"

Both of our heads turn as we hear car doors shut outside. Thanks to his newly unboarded windows, I can see four police officers coming up the porch and holding their guns. Even though I know it's coming, I jump at the knock.

"James Clarke, open the door," one of the officers yells, "open the door and cooperate, or we'll have to use force."

Thank God, that means Roman's here too, I'll finally be safe.

I turn to James and see the gears turning in his head.

All this time I didn't know his last name.

I watch as James undoes my ropes and forces me up, pulling me towards the basement. As soon as the door opens, I'm hit with the stench of raw meat and mildew. I gag and James snickers at the sound.

"Shut the fuck up," he whispers, "and cooperate."

He slaps my ass to solidify the message and pushes me into a corner, revealing a secret door. The door leads to a small tunnel and he pushes me in, following behind. The tunnels are small and covered in grime, I choose not to consider what substance it is. They also smell strongly of skunk and straight-up ass, I can only help but wonder if I'll ever get this smell out of my nose.

"Keep moving until I tell you to stop."

After what feels like ten minutes, he tugs my foot.

"Take that left."

I obey and turn into an alcove, leading me to a bulkhead.

"Move over so I can open it."

I could've done that too, jackass.

"Alright, don't get testy here," he says as he opens it, "you try to run, and I'll pull this."

He motions at his gun and I get the idea, so I silently put my hands out for him to bind with his ropes.