All Chapters of Shadowsouled: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"No." His voice had a sharp edge to it that made her eyes open again, "Not okay. Start talking." Annoyance flashed on her face, "No," she retorted, looking away again, "It's none of your business, anyway." She tried to push him back, but he held his ground, and her back to the door. Shoving harder, she tried again, "Get off me!" her voice cracked as she said it, and she refused to meet his gaze. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them either side of her, "Look at me," he growled, but she didn't, so he released one, grabbing her chin and tilting her face towards him, and clearly saw the tears in her eyes. "What happened?" he asked again, his voice softer now, but she just shook her head. He dropped his hands and stepped back, releasing her, and she stared up at him a moment before she moved, quickly opening the door and leaving his room. He heard the door to her room shut hard and he swore under his breath, but didn't follow. She clearly wasn't ready to let him in.

She moved her hands to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she cried out, the sound an erotic mix of both pain and pleasure. It hurt.. but it felt so good. He hesitated, only the head fully inside, and kissed her neck, whispering, "More?" She nodded, "Yesss," tilting her head back and closing her eyes as he pulled her hips down harder, until he filled her completely. "Mmmmm, fuck.. you feel so good, Ash," he said, closing his eyes and starting to thrust in and out of her gently. She gasped, moving her hips as his hands guided them, until they found a rhythm of their own. He laid back, moaning loudly as she rode him, his hands moving over her hourglass curves and up to her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, pinching her nipples until her body tensed, her inner muscles tightening around his thick cock deep inside. He groaned, releasing them, then pinching them again as his cock reached the deepest part of his thrust, repeating it in time with her,

Greg gazed out the small, rounded window, as the private plane they were on finally touched down at the rural airport, Henrik tapping his foot impatiently next to him. He knew his boss was anxious to get back to Violet Cove and get things moving already, and as he looked at his phone for about the hundredth time since they left, he grimaced. It was already well after 9.30am. The airport had been exruciatingly slow at clearing them for take off, and his boss's nerves were beyond frayed. "What the hell is taking so long?!" Henrik complained, as the plane sat on the tarmac near the terminal, "I need to get off this damn plane already!" Greg shifted nervously opposite him, sensing the man's temper building. "Ma'am," he called politely to the attendant, "we really are quite short on time," he said, and she nodded, "Of course, Sir, I'll check what the delay is. I'm sure you'll be able to disembark in just a moment."She got up and walked towards the front of the plane,

Mikael had been the easy choice for the driver, with Lukas being by far the best in the oversight role, and Jason's stealth better used elsewhere. It wasn't a hard role to play, either. Opening doors, grabbing bags, and sitting there with his mouth shut. The hardest part had been getting out of the fast moving car just at the right moment, and he'd executed that perfectly. The resulting crash had been even better than he'd hoped, with the car ending up lodged awkwardly on top of the big rig's front end, as they both burst into flames. Henrik had been inside, he'd assured that, discretely switching on the child lock as he'd closed his door. A shame that his first hand had opened his own door though, both would have been better. 'Still, if he talks..' Mikael thought as he stared at the pathetic wreck of a man before him, chained to the floor of one of the filthy shipping containers where Henrik had kept some of the people they'd been planning to traffic.

The cars in front of them dwindled, either at exits, or by finally passing the old bus, and they slowly drew closer to it. As they sat behind it, Mikael glanced at him, waiting for his brief shake of the head before he pulled into the other lane to overtake it. Jason's head spun round as he felt the sensation changing, and he knew she must be on board. Lukas understood, and immediately began tapping lightly on his tablet, "It pulls in at Inglewood Central," he said, "No scheduled stops before then." That was all Mikael needed to put his foot down, knowing they'd easily make it there first. And they did. Mikael parked in one of the quieter upper levels, and they stepped out of the car, each immediately going seperate directions and melting into the shadows the first chance they could do so unseen, heading towards the bus terminal. They arranged themselves so that between the three of them, they could see almost the entire area, Lukas and Mikael watching