Their Captive : A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

by J. L. Beck

  A second later the guy named Wes, wraps his arm around my torso and picks me up. He pulls me flush to his chest and then covers my mouth with his free hand. I’m assaulted with his scent as it fills my nostrils, pine and something earthy. Because he is so much taller than me, my feet dangle off the ground. Trey grabs my legs and holds them up before I get the chance to kick him. Together they carry me outside. I’m completely immobilized and unable to scream and I know I’m as good as dead now. I try and remain calm, but my chest heaves and my heart beats impossibly fast. I’m going to die...they’re going to kill me.

  Once outside, I’m reminded of my lack of clothing. The cool March air hits my half-naked body, making me shiver.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in the car,” Wes chuckles close to my ear, his breath making me shiver more, and strangely not from just fear or the cold.

  We cross the backyard until we get to the fence and I wonder how they think they’re going to get me over that eight-foot iron fence just before I realize one of the panels are gone. They somehow took out a whole part of the fence without anyone knowing it. With me in their hold, we stroll right out of the back yard and off the property. I squirm in a last-ditch effort to escape their hold, but they both just tighten their grips.

  A black SUV is parked behind the opening and the guy walking in front opens the back door. Trey lets go of my legs, but Wes’s hold on me is unyielding as he sits down with me on the backseat. Trey and the other guy get into the front of the car. The moment all the car doors close the pit in my stomach grows exponentially. No one even saw us. I’m in their car, half-naked, tied up and no one even knows I’ve been taken.

  How will they ever be able to find me if they don’t even know I’m gone?

  Chapter Two

  Wes

  This wasn’t part of the plan, she wasn’t supposed to be here. We’ve never made a mistake like this before and I still don’t know how this happened. I’m angry, pissed off that we fucked up, but I need to keep my head, because here she sits, my enemy’s daughter in my lap, Jonathan Richards’ daughter.

  With her firm little ass pressed against my already hardened dick. It would be much easier to keep my head straight if she was wearing actual clothes. But with her exposed legs and braless tits, it’s really fucking hard to think about anything besides my hands on her body and my dick inside of her. Fuck, it’s been way too long since I got my dick wet. I should have picked up a one-night stand before this gig. Of course, we didn’t know she was going to be here, so it’s not really my fault.

  “Got some duct-tape in that bag?” I ask Declan. He twists around and starts digging in the bag sitting on the floorboard next to us. Jessa’s small body is trembling in my hold and I can feel her tears running down her cheeks, landing against my hand that’s covering her pouty lips.

  I almost feel sorry for her…almost. Maybe if she wasn’t the daughter of the guy responsible for our parents’ death, I could cut her a little slack, but since she is who she is, I can’t really feel anything besides hate for her. I grit my teeth trying my best not to react to that deep raging fire burning inside my veins.

  “We should just kill her,” Declan says while pulling out the duct tape. “We could send her back to her old man…piece by piece.”

  Jessa’s shaking intensifies and I know it’s not because she is cold.

  She is scared, and she should be. We’ve done some dark shit, killed more people than I can even count. Blood has coated my hands for a long time, so long I don’t even remember the color of my own skin sometimes.

  Declan rips off a piece of duct tape and I make her lean forward so he can reach her face better. I lift my hand off her mouth, half expecting her to scream the second it takes my brother to put the tape over her lips, but she doesn’t, and for a second, I think maybe she is smarter than I thought. Screaming wouldn’t do her any good. All the guards are dead. No one is coming to rescue her.

  “Nah, let’s not kill her yet, I already have other plans for her,” Trey, my youngest brother, chimes in. I’m not sure what exactly his plan is, but I’ve got a pretty good idea…he wants to make her pay for her father’s sins. I’m usually not for hurting women, but this one, I’m making an exception for.

  Eyeing her up and down, I know I want her, we all want her. We typically share, anything and everything, so we could always get part of our revenge through dominating her body. So for once, I’ll actually go with Trey’s plan.

  “I’m with Trey on this, killing her now would be too hasty. There are a lot of other ways we could use her to our advantage. She’s better off alive, even more so if we want to use her to get the answers we need from her father.”

  “I just want to get rid of her. She’s a fucking liability and more trouble than it’s worth keeping her alive,” Declan huffs after flattening the tape to her skin, his eyes dark and dangerous. When he turns back around in his seat, I spin her in my hold so she is lying across my lap. For the first time, I can actually see her face. Her big blue eyes find mine immediately.

  Fuck. Those eyes. They remind me of the sky before a storm, so full of rain, so full of sadness. She looks at me…her tear-filled eyes, full of panic, full of pure terror and for the first time tonight a flicker of doubt hits me, doubt that I could actually go through with hurting her.

  She’s too fucking tiny. Too scared. Too pure.

  It wouldn’t be any fun to break her, to take from her. I want my prey fighting back, not helpless and weak. Watching her bleed out, or seeing her creamy white skin covered in bruises and cuts will be hard to stomach. Listening to her beg and plead for us to stop. Fuck, my insides twist. I shake the thought away, and grit my teeth, holding onto her a little tighter, my fingers digging into her perfect flesh, hard enough to leave bruises.

  Mark her. Hurt her. Make her scream.

  The words press against my skull threatening to take root. My family was scared too, weak, innocent, and they still killed them. Nobody took mercy on them, on my parents, on my sister. My family died at the hands of this tiny little woman’s father. I can hear her whimpering beneath the duct tape, my grip most likely too painful for her delicate skin.

  I lean down into her face. “If you think my hands on you hurt now, you’re in for a rude awakening. Don’t think just because you’re a woman I won’t hurt you, because I will. Your father didn’t take mercy on my sister or mother.” My threat is half a lie...or at least I think it is.

  Her chest heaves, pushing her breasts up. I can see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt and the temptation is far too great. Revenge can be paid in many different ways. I reach for the hem of her shirt and slip my hand under it. Her skin is soft…softer than anything I’ve ever felt before. I let my fingers run over her stomach, moving up until I reach the pebbled nipple. I caress the little bud with my fingertip before I knead her whole breast with my palm. Our eyes stay connected the whole time and I can see the exact moment that her overwhelming fright flourishes into something deeper, something not entirely fear. Her eyes soften just a little bit and heat flickers across them.

  Maybe I’m just imagining it. Only one way to find out. I drag my hand back down her body, letting it travel all the way down between her thighs. Panic starts to fill those eyes again, and for some stupid fucking reason, I don’t like seeing that look in her eyes, at least not while I have my hands on her.

  “Don’t struggle, and I won’t hurt you.” Right now. I don’t even know why I’m telling her this, almost as if I’m giving her a safety net, which I definitely shouldn’t. She stops struggling, and I look up feeling eyes on me. My gaze collides with Trey’s for a second, before he turns his attention back to the road. That moment is enough for me to feel the want, the need he has for her. I exhale, moving my hand lower until I feel the hem of her panties. Fuck, I need to keep it together, keep the focus on getting the information we need.

  Is she a virgin? I question inside my own mind as soon as I slip beneath the cotton. My cock
is so hard it damn near hurts, and yet I’m tempting myself further by touching her.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but she is even softer as I move over her mound, so smooth and warm. I slide my fingers down her slit, between her folds and just as I suspected I find her wet. Not as wet as I would like, but it’s definitely a start. She wants this…wants us. Her whole body shudders when I graze her clit with the tip of my finger and this time, I know it’s not because she is cold. Her wanting us, her body reacting to my touch.

  It irritates me a little, I shouldn’t want for her to get pleasure from anything I or my brothers do. I rip my hand away, and out of her panties.

  I’m angry, at myself, at this little temptress in my lap.

  “Changing your mind, Wes?” Declan asks, and I already know he’s going to push for her death. Declan likes control, likes planning, and she’s a surprise, one that we didn’t account for, but he has yet to touch her, to feel her soft silky skin.

  “Nope. I think we should fuck her. Get revenge, make her father suffer. Maybe send him a little video. We can’t just kill her, that would be far too merciful. We’re going to make her bleed, and make him watch…make him feel exactly what he’s made us feel for years.”

  “Fuck yes! I love the idea, brother,” Trey chimes in.

  Jessa starts to move in my lap again and I force a smile. I smile like the sick bastard I am because even if I don’t want to hurt her, I will… I have to. Even if I’m not going to enjoy seeing her suffer, I will enjoy getting my revenge, and that’s all that matters.

  “Keep struggling baby…keep fighting. Listening to you beg and plead while we take from you is going to be the highlight of my fucking year, maybe of my life,” I lie. I need her scared out of her mind. I want nothing but fear in her eyes when we send that tape to her father. Her fear I can handle, anything else… I shake the thought away.

  We pull into the parking garage of our building right then. Now we’ll have her somewhere that we can make her scream, make him pay.

  Trey parks near the elevator entrance and kills the engine. Silence settles over us for a long moment, and both of them shift around in their seats, their eyes moving to Jessa’s shaking body. We didn’t get the USB we needed. It was supposed to be in that safe, but it wasn’t. A lot of things didn’t go as planned tonight, but we can make the best of it.

  We have leverage now, and as a plus, we get to hit Jonathan where it hurts, right in his one single weakness. She was never part of the plan…too heavily guarded, protected, but her father slipped up, and now she’s ours, all-fucking-ours.

  “It’s time to get our revenge boys,” I smirk, lifting my gaze.

  “I still think we should just kill her,” Declan growls.

  “Yeah, yeah, we get it you want death, blood, and murder. Well, it’s two against one. Three against one if you count her,” Trey snickers.

  “Fine, let’s get this over with then,” Declan snarls as if he won’t be enjoying this once we start. I should tell him he can make her bleed, make her cry, beg, and plead for death but I don’t. I don’t want him to try and end her life too soon…or maybe at all.

  Trey and Declan get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side door, opening it for me. I get out, holding her tiny body in my arms. She’s still shaking like a leaf, uncontrollable fear reflects up at me from her eyes.

  Fear isn’t the only thing she’s going to be feeling soon.

  We reach the elevator which not only has a keypad for a code but fingerprint recognition as well. No one gets in or out of this place unless one of us says. We step inside and head to the main floor. There are five floors in this building we actually use. Our main living areas, followed by a full lab, Trey has a whole floor for his computer and tech stuff and then we have a workout facility, where we let steam off, and train.

  “Fuck,” Trey mutters under his breath, pulling me from my thoughts, and I see where his eyes are directed. Her perfect tits are pressed against the T-shirt that has now ridden up, showing more of that creamy white skin between her thighs.

  Declan reaches a hand out, his fingers sliding against the skin of her thigh. Jessa struggles some more only making all three of us smile.

  “Soft…I didn’t expect her to be so soft,” Declan whispers as if he’s talking to himself more than to Trey and myself. It doesn’t matter though. We’re brothers. We have no secrets. It’s always been us three, since the mission, since the day we lost everything besides each other.

  “Not so keen on killing her anymore, are ya?” Trey teases, and Declan sends him a glare. The elevator pings, and then opens on the floor of our living quarters. I let my brother step out, but I hit the button to one of the floors we never renovated.

  “Get the camera set up, Trey. Declan, grab some knives, rope, anything to make it hurt. I’m going to take her to a room on level three and get her ready.”

  The boys grin at me, and I watch them head off in different directions before the elevator door closes once again. When I get to the third floor, I find the first room and toss her tiny little body down on an old hospital bed. She bounces across the dirty sheets, coming to rest on her side, the fabric of her T-shirt now sticking to her smooth belly.

  I pounce like a lion on its prey, feeling that darkness creep in, the darkness that terrifies me. Reaching for my knife, I pull it out and turn her onto her belly. She struggles, kicking her legs, and screaming beneath the tape, but I just rest my weight on her legs, subduing her in seconds. Her screams become louder, the cable ties dig into her wrists as she tries to fight me, fight what’s to come. I trail the knife across her skin, watching as she shivers.

  I want to cut her skin, mark it, remove the beauty, but even as the blade moves across her skin, I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t bring myself to apply the pressure needed to make her bleed. Disappointment slowly fills my veins and with a flick of the blade, I cut her shirt straight down the middle.

  “You won’t be needing that anymore.” I lean forward brushing a few strands of silky blonde hair from her ear, making certain she can hear me. I trail the knife down her back over her spine. “One little nick and I could paralyze you. Make it so you wouldn’t be able to fight us, make it so you would be nothing but our little sex toy. Our little fucking slut.”

  A muffled ‘no,’ meets my ears and I feel the sudden urge to listen to her scream, to hear her pleas. I imagine my parents begged, my sister probably cried. I need to hear her scream as a reminder, maybe that will give me the edge to go through with this.

  I cut the zip tie and flip her back over onto her back. She lands with a hardness that knocks the air out of her lungs. Tears stain her cheeks and I lean down licking them from her beautiful face.

  She’s pretty, so fucking pretty it hurts. I pull the tape from her lips, and instantly a high pitch scream escapes her throat. It pierces my ears, and I love it, it fuels me, gives me the strength I need to keep going.

  “Please don’t. Please,” she begs with indescribable fear in her eyes.

  “Have you ever been fucked before?” I’m inches away from her pink lips.

  “No…never, and I don’t—”

  I lift my hand wrapping it around her throat, silencing her in an instant. Her body trembles beneath me, and I know she can feel the danger in the air. She knows what is to come, and it’s happening even if she doesn’t want it to.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you want. Your father didn’t care when he had my parents killed, when he had my sister raped and her throat slit.”

  “I didn’t…” she tries to say through my grasp, but I tighten my hold on her throat, listening as she gasps for air.

  “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, before I hurt you, and not just by taking from you, or using your body.” I release her, pushing away from the bed, she sucks in a greedy breath of air and scurries backward on the shitty mattress. I run my hands through my hair…this is harder than I thought it would be. I knew what she was going to say, that she didn’t know, but i
t doesn’t matter if she knew or not.

  “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I lift my gaze to her. Her mouth is going to get her killed, hell, who the fuck am I kidding, she might end up dying anyway.

  She might not even know what kind of man her father is, but she still lives in his house, spends his money…money that he earned by making deals with terrorists…money he used to have my parents killed. She is his daughter and maybe she is innocent, but so was my family. They suffered because he wanted to get to us, so it’s only fair to inflict the same type of pain on her. An eye for an eye. We’ll give him a taste of his own medicine.

  Chapter Three

  Jessa

  I’m frozen, paralyzed with fear. I don’t understand anything he just told me, nothing makes sense. I try and digest every single thing I hear him saying but I can’t. My mind refuses to understand the words. He must be mistaken, my father would never do those things.

  I scoot back on the thin hospital mattress as far as I can. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them in an attempt to make myself smaller. They might not kill me outright, but I know by the time they’re done with me that I’ll be wishing for death. I quickly scan the room, looking for an exit, a weapon, anything that I can use to fight them off. I know it’s stupid, but what’s stupider is just sitting here, not making any type of attempt at an escape.

  My brows furrow in confusion. We are in a hospital room that looks like it hasn’t been used in many, many, years. The air is thick with dust and mold, the once white sheets on the mattress have taken on more of a yellowish shade now.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, not really sure what I’m apologizing for. My voice feels so small in this room, and the danger coats my throat with each breath I take. Even if my father possibly had something to do with the death of his parents and his sister, which I still can’t believe, I know it would have been for a reason.