Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (5 page)

My head bobbed on Eli’s cock, my hands and lips
running up and down his shaft. Eli let out a ragged moan.

“Fuck, Avery,” he said. “This feels so good.”

I needed to come up for air. I massaged Eli’s
balls as I took a deep breath, my spit mingling with Eli’s
precum
and dribbling down my chin. I wiped off my chin and used the wetness as lube as
I stroked his cock.

This was as good a time as any. I’d been
harboring a secret.

“Eli?” I said, my hands pumping up and down on
his rock-hard rod.

Eli grunted. His eyes were closed, and he was
leaning back on his arms. His body was rocking to the rhythm of my hands as I
drew him closer and closer to completion.

“Eli,” I repeated. “I have to tell you
something. You’re not going to like it.”

He grunted, still ignoring me.

“Eli! I’m the one who killed Mama.”

“What?”

I kept jacking him off, even as I spoke again.
“I killed Mama. I killed her.”

“That’s not funny,” he said.

I squeezed his dick as hard as I could, just to
get his attention. “This isn’t a joke,” I said. “You and I are meant to be together.
Can’t you see that? She was in our way and I took care of it because I knew you
wouldn’t.”

“You’re not serious.”

Eli’s eyes were most certainly open now. He was
staring at me with shock and disbelief. I smiled slyly and licked the tip of
his cock.

“I most certainly am,” I said.

“You killed my wife?” His voice was rising with
anger. “You killed your own mother? How could you! But … but what about my
money?”

“I have no idea,” I said. “I didn’t take the
money.”

Fury flashed in Eli’s eyes. He leaped from the
bed, and I stumbled backward onto my knees. With that untamed look in his eyes,
I was afraid he might kill me.

“You crazy little bitch,”
Eli
shouted. “You goddamned crazy little brat.”

Eli slapped me across the cheek and I glared at
him. My skin stung, but I refused to cry. Eli’s cock was swinging between his
legs only inches from my face. It was mesmerizing to me, like a hypnotist’s
swaying clock. Fear and desire mingled, only heightening my arousal.

“This is what you like, huh?” Eli shouted,
grabbing his dick just above the balls. “You want some dick?”

Eli swung his manhood and it smacked my cheek.
He beat my face with its firmness, hitting me over and over. I loved every
second of it. “Punish me, Daddy,” I said. “I’ve been bad. Real bad.”

“You crazy fucking brat! I should kill you for
what you did.”

Eli grabbed my hair and held my head. I was
ready for him to strangle me, and I knew I deserved it.

Instead, Eli thrust his cock into my mouth. It
caught me by surprise, and I gagged as he pushed against the back of my throat.
“That’s right,” Eli said. “You’re
gonna
choke on my
dick.”

My mouth was so full I couldn’t breathe, and I
panicked, my arms flailing at my sides as Eli mercilessly fucked my face. I remembered
to breathe through my nose, and then I relaxed my throat. I felt Eli push every
inch inside of me. I gagged on his cock as he groaned, enjoying the tightness
of my throat. My hands were cupping the hard little muscles of his butt as I
tried to pull him even deeper than was humanly possible.

If Eli was really going to kill me, this was
certainly a unique way to go.

I opened my eyes and saw that Eli was staring at
me. He grabbed me by the ears and peered deep into my eyes. Eli began to speak.
Every word was punctuated by the ruthless movement of his
cock ramming into my mouth
.

“Don’t! You! Ever! Do! That! Again!”

The last thrust was more brutal than any before.
I felt Eli’s muscles tighten, and then he let out a savage growl as he shot his
seed. It was wet and warm as it ran down my throat, and it tasted salty as some
of it ran through my lips and drizzled my chin.

Eli pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed at
my face, painting me with his white, sticky cream. I felt so naughty and wicked
I couldn’t help but grin. I had sucked off my own stepfather, and he loved it
as much as I did.

To my surprise, Eli seemed to have forgotten why
he was so mad in the first place. I figured he would have a million questions
for me as soon as his erection was gone, but instead he slumped backward onto
his mother’s bed and just sighed contentedly.

By now my panties were soaking wet, my pussy
aching for Eli’s cock. I wondered how long it would take before Eli would be
ready to return the favor. I licked my lips and used my fingers to wipe Eli’s
delicious cum into my mouth, hungry to drink down as much of it as I could.

Then I heard the helicopter. When I glanced out
the window, my body froze with fear.

6.

“Fuck,” Eli muttered. “How the hell did they
find us here?”

A police helicopter was circling in the air
above the chateau. Two searchlights beamed down from the helicopter, shining
through the dusk. Eli lifted back the curtain to look at the driveway, and he
cursed again. “The place is swarming with cops. Fuck! We have to think fast.
Fuck!”

I looked down at the dark blue surface of the
lake three stories below. The lake was separated from the chateau by a narrow
walkway. “Eli, how deep is the water?”

“Deep,” he said.

“We can jump,” I said. “Look! I bet we can jump
far enough to land in the water.”

Eli looked down, then looked at me,
then
returned his gaze to the surface of the lake. “Too
risky,” he said. “There must be some other way out of here.”

I watched as one police car after the other
drove up and parked. Officers were stepping out of their vehicles. Even in the
shadows I could see their guns were drawn as the officers made their way to the
door.

“You’re the expert,” I said. “But you better
think fast.”

“Fuck,” Eli muttered again. Fear had
significantly reduced his vocabulary. He tried the window latch, and it opened
easily. All it took was a single jump, and then we’d be plummeting to possible
escape. Eli’s face was full of doubt.

“I swore I would never step foot in this lake
again,” he said. “I can’t lose you, too. I could never forgive myself.”

“Eli,” I said, grabbing his shoulders. “You
mom’s death was not your fault. There was nothing else you could have done. But
if you let us get captured in this room because you were too afraid to
jump—well, then you would be to blame. We have no other choice.”

Eli looked down once more. I had no idea what he
was going to do.

“Take my hand,” he said.

We clasped hands. His touch seemed to give me
strength. My adrenaline was pumping so hard it overpowered my fear. When the
helicopter had circled behind the house, blocking the pilot’s view of us, we
climbed onto the
window sill
. Eli shut the window
behind us so the police wouldn’t immediately know to look for us in the water.

The air was surprisingly cool, and gusts of wind
nearly knocked me off balance. My toe slipped on the dusty sill and I nearly
stumbled, but Eli caught me. I looked down and felt dizzy from the heights.

I glanced at Eli and saw that his chest was
heaving. He was taking deep breaths.

“You jump as far as you can, you hear?” he said.
“Okay. Jump!”

I shoved off the
window sill
with all my might. Eli’s grip was so tight it hurt my hand. He leaped farther
than I did, so he pulled me with him. The fall took longer than I was
expecting, and I had several seconds to contemplate my own death surrounded by
the beautiful green mountains edging the lake.

Then we hit the water with a whoosh!
and
we sank deeper and deeper into the icy abyss. My body
hit the surface with such force it knocked the breath out of me, and I swallowed
water. I don’t know how far down I sank, but it was enough to pop my ears and
make me panic. I was losing oxygen fast. Finally my own buoyancy began to lift
me toward the light, and I bobbed above the surface in time to gasp for air.

Eli held me as we floated in the freezing water.
We looked up as the helicopter slowly circled back around. The police officers
were apparently too far away to have heard our splash.

Eli’s teeth were chattering in the cold. “I
couldn’t save her,” he said.

Not this again. I grabbed Eli by the shoulders
and tried to shake him out of his stupor. “Eli!” I said. “Now is not the time!
We have to swim or we’re going to get ourselves caught. Then we’ll both be in
prison. I love you, Eli, but you have got to snap out of it. Grieve later.”

“I love you, too,” he said. “You’re right. I’m
sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Just swim.”

7.

The sun had fallen behind the peaks of the
mountains, which cast cragged shadows across the lake. The water was so cold as
Eli and I swam away from the chateau. With any luck, the police had not yet
found our car, and we might even be able to drive to safety. It was difficult
and slow to swim because the lake water was moving swiftly only a few feet
below the placid surface. I glanced at Eli and could barely make out his
features amid the shadows. Even in the darkness I could tell he was incredibly
focused on swimming, blocking out any other thoughts. By narrowing his thoughts
to our immediate escape he was able to push down the sad memories this lake
conjured for him.

We could see and hear the cops swarming the
chateau on the lake’s edge. Occasionally the helicopter would swoop overhead,
shining its spotlights on the lake, and we’d inhale deeply and duck underwater
for a few seconds.

Eventually we put enough distance between
us and them
that I was able to relax a bit and let my mind
wander. I couldn’t help but smile when I remembered the way Eli had ruthlessly
fucked my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to experience what that cock could do when
he turned his savage attention to other places. But one thing amazed me. I
thought Eli would have been even more furious that I killed Mama. He hadn’t
even asked me how I did it, or what I did with her body. If you were locked up
for a crime you didn’t commit, wouldn’t you want to know how the crime actually
happened?

Tired and lost in thought, I failed to notice
that Eli had begun to pull away from me. He was several yards ahead and gaining
distance. The undercurrent was strong here. I kept trying to go forward, but it
kept pulling me back. Pulling me down. It wasn’t strong enough to really notice
at first, but it was
there
nonetheless, a nearly
imperceptible force. My body seemed to not want to float, and the current was
slowly sucking me lower, making it increasingly wearisome to keep my head above
water. Needing a break, I took a gulp of air and let my body rest. It was such
sweet relief to not have to fight that current, to just drift with it for a
moment. The way I figured, as soon as I needed a breath I would simply kick and
swim back up.

I looked above my head, toward the surface.
Beyond the water, the sky was a different shade of the same black night. My
body was deeper than I had realized and I was out of breath. I swept my arms
and kicked my feet, but I didn’t move. If anything, I had sunk a little lower.
I thrashed and kicked then panicked and accidentally took in water. I coughed,
emptying my lungs of oxygen and filling them with even more cold water. A
helicopter spotlight briefly shone over me, illuminating the lake surface, and
I saw just how swiftly I was sinking. I tried to scream but only gurgled.

Moments before losing consciousness, drifting
down to my eternal grave, I felt his hand on my wrist. His grip hurt. It was
too tight. Why was Eli bothering me?

And then everything went black.

8.

The next thing I knew, my chest was throbbing
and I was spewing water and gasping for breath. I opened my eyes and saw Eli
kneeling over me, a distraught look on his face. At first I thought we were
lying in bed and I couldn’t understand why my bed consisted of wet pebbles. And
then I realized I was lying on the edge of the lake. Eli had saved me.

Eli sighed with relief when my breathing
steadied. “Thank God,” he said. “I thought I lost you. Are you okay?”

I did my best to nod my head.

“We can’t stay here,” he said. “We’re too
exposed and we have to get back to the forest, back to the car. Can you walk?”

I could see the urgency in his eyes and hear it
in his tone, but all I wanted to do was lie there and sleep. I was so tired.
But I had to do this for Eli. I tried to push myself up onto my elbows, then
collapsed on the pebbles as my heavy eyelids closed.

“I’m sorry, little girl,” Eli said. “This is no
time for a nap.”

He scooped me up and held me like a baby, with
my face on his shoulder and my body cradled in one arm, and he darted across
the rocky beach, to a steeper bank leading up to the driveway. It was covered
in tall reeds that brushed and tickled as he pushed through them, parting the
weeds with our wet bodies. I scarcely noticed
,
I was
so out of it.

Eli stopped at the edge of the reeds bordering
the road, watching and listening for the presence of danger,
then
sprinted across the road and into the brush on the other side. Before long we
were back to Maurice’s SUV, and Eli had placed me in the passenger seat. He was
about to crank the engine and make a getaway when we saw headlights approaching
in the distance. Two police cars were leaving. Maybe it was the end of their
shift.

“We’ll have to wait here for a while until those
cops clear out,” Eli said. “It’s okay for now. They won’t be able to see us
through the brush.”

I put my hand in Eli’s. My hand seemed so tiny
compared to his. He gently curled his fingers around mine and held me.

“You saved my life,” I said.

“Just paying you back for saving mine.” Eli
smiled faintly.

“But you wouldn’t have even needed saving if I
hadn’t … if you hadn’t been in prison,” I said.

“That’s not what I was talking about, kid,” Eli
said. He squeezed my hand and peered into my eyes with those smoldering dark
eyes of his. “You saved me from her.
From Patricia.
There are things I never told you about her, things a girl shouldn’t know about
her own mother.”

“Tell me,” I said.

Eli sighed. “I wasn’t able to leave her because
she had blackmailed me. Somehow she got her claws on some information that
would have probably destroyed the Rutherford
empire
.
Even so, I was willing to walk away from all my power, all my riches, just to
be done with her.”

Eli shook his head and shuddered. I felt his
hand tightening on mine.

“But then Patricia pointed out one thing I could
never abide by. She said I would never see you again. That she would make up a
bunch of outlandish stories to ensure I wouldn’t be allowed within a mile of
you at any time.
My only daughter, taken from me by a
vengeful woman.
I just couldn’t let her do that. So I made it work. I
gave her one of the guest cottages and never went on that side of my property
if I could help it.

“When my money disappeared and the guest house
burned, I was sure that Patricia had set me up. I hated her so much, it blinded
me to reason, and I couldn’t see what was so obvious. But of course you did it.
It all makes so much more sense.
But how?
How did you
kill her?”

“I’ll tell you everything,” I said, “if you tell
me what was so bad that Mama used to blackmail you.”

Eli furrowed his brow. “You really want to know
that?” he said. “Okay, but you first.”

Suddenly Eli’s face was illuminated by harsh
white light. I turned and the light nearly blinded me. It was a flashlight beam
shining from the road through the brush. The beam started shaking.

“Shit, they found us,” Eli muttered.

He cranked the ignition and threw the SUV into
first gear and put the pedal to the metal, speeding through the brush and onto
the road. The police officer jumped to the side, the hood of our vehicle
missing him by inches, his flashlight rolling across the driveway.

I
squealed
as we burned
down the drive, unable to contain my excitement.

“Don’t celebrate too soon,” Eli said. “Let’s
just hope there’s no barricade.”

Of course there was. Two police cruisers were
parked to block the narrow road. Eli cut into the ditch and barreled through
the gap between the cop cars and the trees on the passenger side. Tree branches
scraped the fender in such an awful sound it hurt my ears.

Eli slid us back onto the road. I heard a
gunshot and then the back window of the SUV exploded, glass flying everywhere.
Eli never slowed down, though, even as the police officers emptied their
chambers while we sped away.

I heard their sirens and knew they were
following us. Eli was driving the narrow mountain road like a man with a death
wish, skidding around curves where flimsy guard rails were the only thing
separating us from sheer drops of several hundred feet. As we rounded a bend, I
accidentally looked down once and felt woozy, seeing nothing but black at the
base of the gorge. It made me want to throw up.

He made a left turn too sharply and the SUV got
away from him. We slid into the
guard rail
, and sparks
flew from metal grinding against metal, but the rail held us and Eli was able
to right the wheels and keep going.

The sirens were losing their immediacy as we put
more and more distance between
us and the police officers
.
Eli eased down to a slightly less suicidal speed.

I turned and looked over my shoulder. Shards of
glass hung like stalactites around the edges where the back window should have
been. The moon had come out, illuminating the road. We were hugging the steep mountain
as we descended to the main highway. I was admiring the silvery sliver of moon
when the helicopter rounded the mountain peak, its metal rotors sparkling in
the moonlight.

“Eli,” I said. “Eli!”

Eli glanced in the rearview mirror and cursed. He
sped up again, as fast as Maurice’s SUV would take us, but the helicopter was
gaining fast. We came to the end of the narrow mountain pass and turned onto a
slightly larger road. A few other cars and trucks were making the early commute
to jobs in town, and Eli passed as many as he could, swerving past pickup
trucks and a big rig, but the traffic kept him from driving as quickly as
before. Which was not what we needed at all.

I kept looking through the back window. The
helicopter was right on our tail.

Then we entered the tunnel and I could no longer
see the helicopter, the view of the sky replaced by the low concave ceiling
within the mountain. Suddenly Eli slammed on the brakes and cut the wheel.
Maurice’s SUV skidded to the left and slid to a stop in the middle of the
tunnel.

“What the hell!” I shouted.

“Get out,” Eli grumbled.

I stepped out of the SUV and saw the headlights
of the big rig fast approaching from behind us. I heard the truck’s air brakes whoosh
and the tires squeal as it lurched to a stop. The truck door swung open and a
huge bearded man climbed down from the cab.

“The fuck, man?” the guy said.

“I need you to switch cars with us,” Eli told
him.

“I don’t think so, asshole,” the truck driver
said. “Get out of my way. I’ve
gotta
be in Raleigh by
daybreak.”

“Get in the car,” Eli said. “I don’t care where
you go, but the semi is ours now.”

“Fuck you, tough guy,” the truck driver said.

The driver lifted his shirt and I saw a revolver
tucked in his pants. The butt of the gun was jammed against his hairy belly.
The man reached to grab the gun and Eli punched him in the face and snatched
the gun away from him.

Eli pointed the revolver at the man’s face. The
driver’s eyes widened with fear, and he raised both his hands.

“Shit, man, sorry,” the driver mumbled. “Don’t
shoot, man.”

Eli cocked the gun, and the driver trembled.

“You’ll be fine,” Eli said, “as long as you get
in that car and get the hell out of this tunnel as fast as you can.”

The man stood there dumbly until Eli raised the
pistol above his head and fired. Dust and fine particles of ceiling rained down
on the man’s head. He jumped to attention and ran to follow Eli’s orders. In
his haste to get away, he hopped the low concrete curb and ran the driver-side
headlight into the tunnel wall, smashing it. Then took off, out of sight before
Eli and I had even gotten into the cab of the big rig.

Eli helped me up the step and I climbed across
the driver seat, into the passenger seat. The cab smelled like an ashtray. Some
fuzzy dice and a blue rabbit’s foot dangled from a chain slung over the
rearview mirror. Eli put the truck in drive. By the time we reached the end of
the tunnel, we could no longer see the taillights of Maurice’s SUV in the
distance.

“Where to now?” I asked.

“Just check the glove box and tell me who this
truck belongs to,” Eli said.

“You’re running up quite the debt,” I said.

“Tell me about it.”

“When are you going to pay me back?” I asked.

“Pay you back?” Eli asked, puzzled for a moment.
Then he grinned, a wolfish gleam in his eye. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve
got something special in mind for you.”

“Oh yeah? Please, enlighten me.”

“You trying to distract me, girl? Okay, fine. If
we ever make it out of this alive,” Eli said, “I’ll tell you what I’m
gonna
do. First I’m
gonna
peel off those cute little panties of yours. Then I’m
gonna
smack your ass until it burns. You’re a naughty
little brat, and you haven’t been punished near enough—not after all the
bad things you’ve done.

“Then I’m
gonna
hold
you down so you can’t get away, and I’m
gonna
fuck
your tight little pussy till it hurts. I’m
gonna
shoot you so full of cum, you’ll beg me for more.”

“That’s big talk,” I said, teasing Eli even as
my clit tingled with anticipation. “Just don’t get so excited you drive us off
the road. You have to stay alive to pop this cherry.”

“You’re a virgin?” Eli asked, the truck swerving
slightly.

“Does that change things?” I asked.

“Yes, it does,”
Eli
replied.
“I was planning to show you a little mercy. Not anymore. My dick is going to
break you in half.”

Despite everything I had been through, I was
still hungry for Eli’s cock. I was so unbelievably wet, but I didn’t want to
give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Well, aren’t you a brute?” I said. “Soon we’ll
see how tough you really are, macho man. In the meantime, do try and stay on
the road.”