by CY Jones
Dialing the Daniel twins, I let them know that I will be picking Remy up tonight. I wish I could keep her now, and not have to take her back to O’Donnell’s, but with that collar around her neck it isn’t an option. Just a few more hoops, and she’ll be mine.
Remy
Without Blake here, the next couple of days is blissfully crazy free. When the wedding planner came by, I gave the women free reign to do whatever the fuck she wanted. It’s not like I plan on marrying Blake, so what do I care? Lisa delivers all my meals now, and I thankfully don’t see Veronica again. I was told she no longer resides in the main house, but in the guard’s shack out back. It’s not a hard guess what her fate is. I shiver thinking about the guard that pawed me when I first got here. Most of the time I spend my days reading, or binge watching shows on Netflix. This has to be the most inactive I’ve ever been in my whole life. At least when I was a prisoner at O’Donnell’s I had the gym.
It’s been five days, and Silas’s deadline is quickly approaching. He only has two days left, or his mother is toast. My own fate isn’t looking that great either, but at least I have more time. I wish I was free from here, so I can help him save his mum.
All this inactivity was driving me bonkers. My wolf wants to run free, but I wasn’t even allowed to leave my room while Blake is away on business. I wanted to search the home, and maybe find the remote to this stupid shock collar. I know Blake couldn’t have possibly taken it with him. That just seems like overkill to me.
It was after dinner when Lisa comes skipping into my room, and lays out some lacy scraps onto the bed.
“Master Blake is back. He wants you ready and in his room in a hour,” she explains.
I eye the black scraps of lace with disdain written all over my face. The top is nothing more than a sheer bra, and the knickers, a lacy thong that ties in ribbons on the side. Was I supposed to be some wrapped present presented to him? When Lisa tosses the last item on the bed, I see red. It’s an actual spiked dog collar with Blake’s name carved into the platinum medallion hanging from it.
“I thought he wasn’t due back until tomorrow night,” I say grinding my teeth.
"He came back earlier,” she shrugs. "He was pretty insistent about you being ready on time, so you better get a move on.”
“Fuck my life,” I grumble to myself while I stomp to the bathroom.
When I exit the bathroom, Lisa escorts me to Blake’s door, and leaves me there. I want to turn and run away. In this outfit there's only one thing he can possibly want. Enough for him to come back a day early for. Slowly, I turn the knob to his room, and step inside. He’s sitting on his bed naked as the day he was born with his cock already hard from anticipating my arrival.
“Good girl, you’re on time. I thought I was going to have to use this,” he says waving the tiny black remote. “Crawl to me, pet.”
I balk at his command ready to fight him, but his thumb brushes carelessly over the remote to the shock collar, and I know I don’t have a choice. Well I do, but it comes with a lot of pain. Lowering myself on all fours, I crawl slowly to him. His eyes glued to me, focused solely on my breast visible in the sheer bra. They sway with my movement, and seem to entrance him.
“Good girl,” he praises. His voice is rough with lust, and a tiny bead of precum has already started to form on the tip of his cock.
Gathering me up from the floor he places me gently on my back, and pulls my arms above me. His movements are tender, and he takes his time as he secures each of my wrists to the head board, and then kisses a trail down my arm. When he pulls back, he gazes deep in my eyes, and I see the love he has for me reflecting back. As twisted and delusional as it is, it’s still there, and I feel sorry for him. Just like O’Donnell, Blake Sampson fell in love with a woman who will never love him back, and I know he knows this. He can see it clearly in my eyes. He may love me, but those same feelings will never be returned.
“You know, I wanted to wait. I wanted you to fully give your body over to me without threats or commands. I wanted you to fall in love with me, but I know now that will never happen until you’re pushed.”
Pushed. What the hell does that mean? My wolf is on edge, shouting something is wrong, and we need to get out of here.
“What are you talking about Blake?” I question using his name. I rather have the pissed off Blake I’m used to, and not this unpredictable man in front of me.
Instead of answering, he kisses me. Pouring all his passion into it, using his tongue and lips to change my mind. A kiss that I do not return.
Pulling back, he sighs heavily before leaning forward to take something out his drawer.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks twirling a syringe between his fingers filled with a murky pink substance.
“No," I answer warily. The drug O’Donnell use to give me was white. I have no clue what that shite is. My wolf doesn’t like it either. I can feel her going crazy inside me. Pacing back and forth.
“It’s a very special serum. Just like the lust drug O’Donnell would give you. It’ll make you want me, but it also does something else. Something very special. Do you want to know what that is?”
“Do tell,” I answer dryly.
“It’ll make you so fertile it will only take a drop of my sperm to impregnate you.”
Oh shite. My body immediately goes still, and I stare at him with a look of horror on my face. He can’t. He wouldn’t, but I knew he would. He’s so unhinged that he thinks he can buy my love with a baby.
When he starts to move towards me with the syringe, I lose it. Consequences be damned. He can shock me to high hell before I let him shoot that shite in my body. My arms may be bound, but my legs and feet are still free. I scream out and kick like crazy, while I practically try to rip my arms out my socket to free them. The heel of my foot catches him in the gut, and I smile triumphantly when I hear his loud ooph. But the victory is short lived when he ignores the pain, and somehow he's able to overpower my legs and straddle my waist.
“Please Blake don’t do this. If you love me like you say, you won’t do this,” I cry out.
“I do love you, Remy. That is why I’m doing this. When you bare me an heir, you’ll never want to leave. You’ll be mine forever.”
I try begging again, but as quick as a snake he strikes, and stabs the needle in my neck releasing the serum. The effect is immediate. I can feel the poison running through my veins as it burns its way through my system, warming me to the core. All rationality leaves my body, and all I can feel is this desire to be touched and fucked.
Lowering his hands to my breast, he kneads them, and I moan loudly shifting my body up under him as my wetness starts to pool between my legs.
“Do you like that, my love?”
“Yes,” I moan, and he pinches my nipple through my bra.
Moving lower down my body he unties the bows on my knickers, and pushes the lacy cloth away. Lowering his head to my pussy, he slowly licks a strip between my lips, and I moan even louder.
“Ummm, so sweet,” he murmurs against my skin before diving in.
I wither and shake as he devours my pussy like a starving man. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this isn’t right, but the overwhelming lust in me doesn’t seem to care. My need to come overrules any of my common sense, and when he sucks down hard on my sensitive pearl, and pinch my clict at the same time I explode in his mouth, crying out to the air.
“I love you, pet. I love you more than anything in this world, and when I make you plump with my child, you’ll love me too.”
Shifting himself, he spreads my legs wide open, and positions himself at my entrance. His cock is dripping in precum, and my greedy body wants it all.
“Blake,” someone shouts before the bedroom door slams open.
“What the fuck?” Blake roars.
In the threshold of his doorway is a frantic looking Senator Sampson.
“O’Donnell wants the girl back now. Someone is already here to pick her up,” he
says breathing hard, like the plump man ran all the way up the stairs to stop Blake.
“Tell them to fuck off, I’m busy. Aren’t we, pet?” he asks me as he brushes his cum coated cock against my pussy lips teasing me.
“Please Blake, fuck me,” I beg.
“You hear that, father. My fiance wants me to fuck her. Tell whoever it is to go away,” he orders.
“I can’t do that. It’s Atlas Kotas, and he’s very insistent about getting the girl back untouched.”
“Shit, then stall him,” he says before thrusting into my body, not caring that his father is still in the room.
Pulling out he thrust in again all the way to the hilt this time, and grabs tightly onto my hips, making me cry out.
“Fuck,” he growls, tilting his head back. “Your pussy is so tight, pet.”
Rocking his hips, he starts to thrust into me deeper until a loud growl from the doorway stops him. The growl is so fucking animalistic. For a second I wondered if a wild animal found its way into Blake’s bedroom. Soon Blake’s weight is pulled off me, and he’s lifted into the air by his neck by the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. He has to be an angel. His golden light shines over my body, and lifts the lust filled fog in my mind. My golden savior is the last thing I see before I black out.
Atlas
“Now see here. Put my son down,” the Senator shouts.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap his neck right here and now,” I question the fat asshole. I’m pissed as hell. As soon as I heard Remy moans from where I was waiting, I knew just what was taking so long.
“Please. Just take the girl, and let my son go,” he pleads, rushing over to undo Remy’s restraints.
Laughing like a madman Blake chokes out, “it’s too late,” through my tight grip as tears stream down his face. The boy is fucking insane, but what he just said worries me.
“What the fuck is he talking about?” I question.
“I don’t know. Here, take her,” the Senator says pushing Remy towards me, and I grab her with my free hand before she falls onto the floor. She’s unconscious, and I don’t know what this sick fuck gave her.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” I growl at the asshole in question.
“Nothing, she’s perfect now,” he answers, and I drop him onto the floor. There's far too much temptation to kill him, and it’s clear the boy is off his rocker.
I cradle Remy in my arms like one would a baby, and carry her down the stairs, and out the door. I want her far away from the horrors of this house. When I buckle her safely in my car, I realise she’s still half naked, but I’ll be damned if I go back in there for clothes. It’s too much temptation to kill Blake Sampson, and I’m barely holding on to my restraint as it is. When I notice the medallion with Blakes name etched on it hanging from her neck, I unfasten the collar, and throw it out the window. She will never be his, she is mine.
Twenty-Three
Confession
Remy
When I wake, I have no clue where I am. My mind is foggy, and I feel confused and disoriented. Turning my head to the side, I notice the familiar floor to ceiling windows in my room at O’Donnell’s tower. Looking down I see that I’m wrapped in a set of familiar violet sheets in a familiar bed.
“What the hell?” I grumble as I sit up with shaky arms. Then I notice him. My golden mate staring at me from the chair he’s sitting on pushed next to my bed.
“Are you channeling Edward Cullen?” I ask, breaking the intensity of his stare.
“I don’t know what that means, but coming from you I’m sure it’s an insult,” he replies as his eyes scan my body. Not of lust, but concern.
“Hmmm, I guess you never read Twilight, or seen the horrid movies. Do you get off watching women sleep?” I clarify, raising my brow.
“I wanted to make sure you’ll wake from whatever that sick fuck gave you,” he answers, and with his words a barrage of memories hits me all at once.
Blake. How fucking bat shite crazy he was. That fucking serum, and him on top of me. Oh god, oh god....
“I’m going to be sick.” I barely get the words out before I’m hurling my stomach contents on the side of my bed. I didn’t even see Atlas move as he uses his vampire speed to gather a trash can, and hold my hair while I empty my guts into it. He’s there the whole time holding me. Even when there's nothing left, and I’m dry heaving off the side of my bed. My tears stream down my face as my brain works out my horrible conclusion. If Blake was telling the truth about the serum, which he had no reason to lie then I’m 99.9 percent sure I’m currently pregnant.
When I’m done purging my guts, I sit up. My skin is clammy, and I’m shaking all over.
Getting up, Atlas retrieves a glass of water off my dresser, and he hands it gently to me. I take a small sip, scared that if I drink too much I’ll just add to the trash bin on the side of my bed. It takes me awhile to get myself under control, but even then my mind is still screaming that I could be pregnant with that psychos baby. He said it will only take a drop of sperm, and the tip of his dick was coated in precum, and before Atlas saved me, I know Blake was inside of me.
“What did he do to you?” Atlas asks gently.
“You saw what he did. Why ask what you already know?”
“Ok, then tell me what did he give you? You’ve been out of it for quite a while, and I’m sure you wouldn’t beg for Blake to fuck you all on your own.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I tell him narrowing my eyes. I know I’m not being fair, and it’s mostly the fear talking. Plus I’m ashamed of the truth. What will he think of me if he knew that I’m possibly pregnant with another man’s baby?
I hear his loud intake of breath, and too late I know that he’s read my mind.
“Invasive much,” I growl.
“It’s not my fault. You’re practically throwing your thoughts at me.”
“Well now you know. He injected a serum in me that makes me super fertile. It only takes a drop of sperm to work, and when you rescued me that sick fucks dick was deep inside me.”
“Must you be so crude, firecracker?”
Shrugging, I look away embarrassed, and scared at the same time. When I had that dream about my future children, I didn’t think one of them will be Blake Sampson’s child.
“You mustn't think like that. We still have time to fix this.”
“How?” I question almost shouting. “How can we fix this?”
“I know powerful people. I’m sure there's someone with a cure. To every poison there's always a remedy. You can’t just give up.”
“Do you think you can find it? The cure I mean,” I say in a small voice I do not recognize. I don’t want to get my hopes up if he can’t deliver.
“Yes. If a cure is out there I will find it,” he answers bringing his lips to mine.
The kiss is soft and gentle. Nothing what I expected from a man like him. Too soon he’s pulling away, and I hate myself for wanting him closer. I shouldn’t want anyone to ever touch me again. I’m tainted, and now the seed of evil grows inside me.
“I’m going to call my contacts. Rest for now, and I’ll be back,” he says in a gravely voice, and I don’t know why but I’m suddenly pissed.
“Am I so disgusting that now you don’t want me?” I growl.
His eyes flash an impressive gold color that makes even me look away with heated cheeks. Already I’m embarrassed by my outburst.
“Quite the opposite, firecracker. I would like nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion and complete this bond, but I know you’re not ready for that, not yet. You need time to process everything, and you won't be able to do that riding my dick,” he explains.
“Now look who’s being crude?” I say sarcastically.
“I believe in telling the truth,” he answers, pulling my sheets around me, and tucking me in. Giving me one last heated glance, he leaves me with another tender kiss, and I drift off into oblivion.
Atlas
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I didn’t want to leave Remy behind, but time is of the essence. I should have killed that psycho when I had the chance. If I have known what the sick fuck did, I would have. Damn the consequences. He deserves to die. Despite what I told Remy, I’m not so sure that I can find a remedy. Yes everything has a balance, and I can only hope for the sake of keeping that balance I’ll be able to find an answer. If not, I’ll cut that fetus out her belly myself if she asked me to.
I barge straight into O’Donnell’s office, not bothering to knock which I quickly regret when I take in the scene in front of me. O’Donnell seated at his desk with his cock in his hand while he watches his blonde hair angel ram into some red hair chic ass with a strap on. The redhead has a ball gag strapped to her mouth, and tears are running down her cheeks as she’s clearly being humiliated for O’Donnell’s pleasure.
“I have business I need to take care of,” I tell him before he can open his mouth. “Make sure while I’m gone you don’t harm even a hair on Remy’s head. Unlike you, I don’t care for damage property.”
He nods his head with his teeth clenched. I know that he hates taking orders, especially from me, but there isn’t much he can do about it. I hope he doesn’t take his frustrations out on Remy, and leaves her alone the whole time I’m gone. She’s already been through enough.
“When do ye plan on coming back?” he questions, raising his brow.
“Soon,” is the only answer I give him as I turn on my heel, and leave out the door.
Thirty minutes later, I’m on board my private jet ready to hit the air on my way back to LA. The only person I know who can help with this issue is Saraphenia, and I’m pretty sure I’ll find her there at her shop. If not, I’ll have to waste time I do not have to track her down.
As I try to relax in the plush leather seats, I think about all that has passed. I’ve accepted my heritage, something I’ve been running from since I had the right mind to think for myself. I found my soul bound mate. A woman who has seen and been through more horrors than one ever should. Now I’m preparing myself to raise the child of my enemy if I can’t find a cure. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Ever since I found Remy, my life has been turned upside down, and I’m still not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.