Chapter Four

He went inside his closet to get his fanny pack and quickly checked inside to make sure his custom-made micro spy-camera jammer was inside. He took it from the bag, picked grey-colored joggers to pull on, and slipped the device inside his pocket. 

He came out and his eyes settled on the glass cup on his nightstand and he went to pick it up. He figured wandering around with a glass cup in hand might serve as a good cover. He loved his ability to come up with viable, solid plans, whenever under pressure.

He pulled the exit door to his room open and found the hallway empty. He had been expecting to find the place well guarded to prevent him from wandering off again. He supposed Jerome didn't think of him as a danger now because of his wound.

He walked leisurely down the hallway, ignoring the cameras embedded at the top corners at every turn. He figured if his camera jammer didn't work, him holding a glass cup, and seen leaving his room would give a perfect cover. 

Right at the entrance to the hallway that led to the decks below, Cole saw a lone guard bobbing his head and standing by the entrance door. He stopped and silently assessed the guard. He appeared to have an earphone on and he figured he must be listening to music. 'Poor bastard. I suppose I have found my fall-guy,' he thought as he walked, non-threateningly, towards the guy. And when he was about two feet from him, he gently placed the glass cup on the floor against the wall and crept up to him without making a sound.  

Cole paused for about a second, holding his breath, and then wrapped his arm around the neck of the shorter man and squeezed. He was close to four feet taller than the guard with a heavier build; the man didn't have a chance. Soon enough, the guard sagged against Cole, and he sucked in his breath before bodily lifting him up to rest on one shoulder. 

Cole carried the guard to the cellblock where the girl was held. Upon entering, he saw she was still in chains, and her head hung as if she was unconscious now.

He quickly unlocked the cage, with a grunt, placed the guard carefully on the floor to sit upright at a corner against the iron bars, and carefully walked up to her.  

Remembering her murderous gaze before she lunged at him before, he readied himself for any attack. 

He placed his finger under her chin to raise her face and found her dark grey gaze like the color of the moon,  eerily trained on him. 

"I knew you would be back… what do you want now? To rape me?" She asked, looking tired and worn, but doing her best to look fierce.  

"That is oddly specific. It is almost as if you want me to. Trust me, beautiful, I don't need to chain my women to submission." Cole said, feeling his heart clenched at the sight of her in obvious pain. 

"I don't," she spat insultingly.

“You don't…what?"

"Trust you… you are Alexander Miller's son."

"You would be surprised at how irrelevant that is."

"I doubt it.  He was a son-of-a-bitch. I don't expect you to be any different"

"Firstly, ouch,” Cole replied, placing a hand on his chest as if physically wounded as he tried to lighten the mood. When he saw pain flickered in her eyes he sighed. and regarded her silently with a solemn gaze before adding, “What did he do to you…." His eyes held hers, darting frantically in their sockets, somewhat holding his breath. He was aware that he was quite close to her now. And as a result of the chain holding her up her face was at his face level and her chest was almost touching his. He felt a magnetic force so intense that he couldn't help moving even closer until it felt almost painful to hold back from her. "Did he …. Force himself on you?" He made himself ask. 

She returned his searching gaze and when he started to think the worse, she said, "Would it turn you on if he had?"

"Jesus! You have a really twisted mind—" Cole said in relief, drawing in the air into his starved lungs. The thought of his father touching her made him feel quite homicidal.

"Says the man whose dick is straining against my skin," she said. Cole felt like cold water was splashed painfully hard on his face. He stepped back from her instantly, giving her an uncomfortable look, averted his gaze, and cleared his throat before reverting his eyes to hold hers. He felt unusually hot as if he was having a fever, then his eyes dropped to her chest and saw the evidence of her arousal. Her nipples had gone taut and were straining hard against the fabric covering them. He raised his eyes to hold hers and arched an eyebrow.  

"Evidently, I'm not the only pervert in the room," he replied.  Her face turned bright red and she looked away. Cole grinned.  

"What do you want?" she snapped. 

"Believe it or not, I'm trying to help you."

"Really?" She scoffed. 

"Really," he reassured and saw the coldness in her eyes ease a little. "I don't think I will forgive myself if you end up where they planned. You wouldn't survive a day, " he said and began to study the contraption holding her up, trying to figure out how to work it.

“I would survive a day,” she replied, sounding almost affronted that he had thought her weak.

“Maybe you would. But the guy they sold you to has a rapsheet that is miles long. If you think Alexander is a mean son-of-a-bitch I hate to tell you he was a saint compared to your buyer.” 

"A lot of people would die if you help me then?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

"Yet you are willing to do this," she said, watching him as he tried to figure out how to get her out of the chains. 

"Correct, again."

"And him?" She jerked her head to the unconscious guard, and added, "Is he dead?"

"Nope."

"Why is he here?"

"He is the 'fall-guy'."

"What does that mean?"

"The one that would be blamed for whatever is about to happen here."

"Wow. You must want to fuck me really bad."

Cole paused, went to stand in front of her, cupped her chin, and covered her lips with his. 

He had thought to shut her up so he could think. The kiss was supposed to be instant and punishing but as soon as his lips touched hers, he felt lost. He groaned hard and heard a moan tear from her lips into his mouth. 

The thought of how incredibly soft her lips were, and just full enough to nibble and suckle on clouded his brain. 

He found himself using his other hand to frame her face and deepen the kiss. She kissed him back. When he used his tongue to coax her lips apart so he could dip his tongue into her mouth she parted them for him, allowing him to stroke and explore the inside of her mouth. He felt her tugging her chain in reflexes then heard her whimper. 

Cole wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up, pressing his body against her front, she panted into his mouth. When he stopped to breathe, his cock was solid for her, throbbing and straining painfully in his pants. 

He pressed his forehead against hers with his eyes burrowing deeply into her lovely ones. The enthralling pair darkened with need and she swallowed softly as her eyes lowered to his lips. 

Cole, gingerly, moved his face closer to her, reading the need and hunger in her eyes and wanting to give her what she wanted. When he paused just half an inch to her lips, she leaned forward to take his lower lip into her mouth. Cole groaned. 

Her eyes went shut as she sucked his lower then upper lip with a wanton abandon that made him cup her shapely ass to press his cock against her core. And with the chains holding her legs apart it was quite easy. She moaned and strained against him. It was almost his undoing. 

She rubbed her breast against his naked chest, making Coal lose more control.  When he lowered the hand holding her face to stroke his thumb against the left nipple she whimpered, the sound of her obvious need made him lower his face to close his lips around her nipples through the cotton fabric. She jerked against him as he suckled on the taut flesh. The action made her tug hard on her chains again and the pain-filled cry that escaped her lips made him pause. 

Breathing hard, he looked into her hungry gaze regarding him with parted lips. Cole thought she was the most bewitchingly attractive, passionate, and dangerous girl he had ever met. He was almost tempted to continue, knowing very well how it would end. 

"I told you… I don't need chains," he said, forcing himself to perish the thought. He felt her entire frame quiver. His voice emitted a control that was a vizard. His cock throbbed.