Their Captive : A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

by J. L. Beck

  Wes shrugs. “Yeah. I want whatever you want, Princess.”

  Trey looks like he might puke. “I... I think I want kids, but I don’t know. We’re still young, and very much in danger.”

  Jessa’s eyes move to me next, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it, and I wish it was my teeth sinking into it. If she wanted me to, I would fuck her right now, blood and all. Blood doesn’t bother me, not if we both find the pleasure we seek.

  “I want kids.” I pause. “But like Trey, I don’t want them right now. It’s not safe, and I’m not ready to share you with anyone else. I want to keep you as ours for as long as I can.”

  Jessa smiles. “So it’s settled then. I need to get on some type of birth control, or you all need to use condoms.”

  Trey snorts, probably thinking what I’m thinking. No fucking way I’ll start using a condom. I remember our sister talking about some kind of shot with our mom. We need to get her some shit like that. There’s no way I’m wearing a fucking condom when I fuck her, not after having a taste of her raw. That’s like eating sugar-free ice cream. What’s the fucking point? Go all the way, or go the fuck home.

  “We’ll get the birth control sorted out,” Wes assures her, and she nods. She knows we’ll take care of her, that we won’t let anything happen to her.

  “Looks like we’ll be getting our best church clothing out boys,” I snicker.

  “I can’t believe we’re going to attack him in a church.” Trey shakes his head, still clearly surprised.

  “I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on him. He’s going to pay. If he thinks his death will be a quick one then he’s going to be sorely mistaken,” Wes chimes in before slipping out of the room. Anger is eating away at him, just like it was with me. We need to end this, not just so we can let go of the pain he’s caused us, but so that we can finally find peace so that we can look forward to the future without continuing to look backward.

  Trey pushes up from the bed, pressing a kiss to Jessa’s head. “As soon as you get on birth control, I’m fucking that tight little pussy. Until then you’ll have to make do with my tongue.”

  A blush creeps up Jessa’s neck and I shake my head.

  “I... I love you,” she says again as he heads toward the door. He turns on his heels and looks at her, his eyes bleeding into hers.

  “I love you too, Princess,” he says before walking out. As soon as we’re left alone, I reach for her, pulling her toward me. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me wide-eyed. I release her and flick the button on my jeans.

  “Wha-What are you doing?” she asks meekly, though I can see the want filling her gaze.

  “Your pussy is bleeding, but is your mouth?”

  “No,” she says, licking her lips, her thick lashes fanning against her cheeks as she pushes up onto her knees.

  “I didn’t think so.” I lift my ass and push my jeans down my legs, along with my boxers, in one swoop. My thick, veiny cock juts out, standing at attention. “Prepare yourself, Princess,” I growl reaching for her, sinking my fingers into her hair and pulling her closer.

  I bring her face to mine and press my lips against the corner of her pink ones.

  “Prepare for what?” she whispers as if she doesn’t already know.

  “For me to fuck your face. I won’t be gentle tonight. Tonight, I’m taking your throat like I would take your pussy or ass. You’ll swallow every drop like the good little slut you are…”

  “But…” she starts, and I shake my head, gripping her by the chin, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving a bite of pain behind.

  “No buts, baby…I’m taking your throat, whether you like it or not…though if we’re both being honest, I know you like it.” And that’s all I need to say for her to drop down and take my cock into her mouth.

  “Such a good fucking girl, our dirty little fucking slut, our precious little princess.” I praise, at the first flick of her tongue.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Jessa

  “I hate suits. Why the hell do we have to wear these again and not just our tactical gear?” Wes whines, his hand in mine. I’m a little nervous about how tonight will go. I didn’t want to see my father. I just want this nightmare for all of us to be over.

  “Because it makes us blend in, and right now we need to blend in,” Trey whispers, gritting his teeth as he forces a smile to a group of passersby. My father has been here for an hour now. He smiles, sips at his beverage as he always does, and talks with his friends. No one would know that his one and only child is missing. No, because he doesn’t show a single shred of remorse, of guilt, shame, or care.

  We stay out of sight, mostly hidden in the background. I have seen a few people that I know and who know me, but no one has even acknowledged my presence. I’m guessing it’s because I look nothing like I normally would at an event like this. In the past, my dresses have been modest and almost childlike. The dress I’m wearing today is neither. It is simple but sexy. So sexy that the guys were basically drooling when I came out of the bedroom.

  I look and feel more like a woman than I ever have before. My hair is curled and down, where I would usually have some up-do. And last but not least, my dad used to love putting some expensive diamond jewelry on me, showing off his wealth. I am not wearing any jewelry at all today.

  “You okay, Princess?” Declan questions, his voice ghosting against my ear.

  “Yes. I just hate how he can stand there and act like nothing is going on. Like he didn’t try and kill me. Like I didn’t go missing. He carries on with his life like nothing happened at all. I could’ve...I could’ve died, and he wouldn’t have cared.” Sadness grips me. I don’t want to cry over that man, he doesn’t deserve it. Declan looks at me with sadness in his eyes.

  “You know, I didn’t really want to hurt you. I was overcome with anger. I thought…” I shake my head, all but telling him he doesn’t need to finish. I know what he thought. He thought if he killed me, hurt me, it would make him feel better.

  “When and if he makes his way to the bathroom we attack,” Wes interrupts and I flick my eyes out to the crowd, finding my father’s suit-clad body in the mass of people. “Jessa, remember how we are going to do this?” I nod.

  “Wait till he goes to the bathroom, walk up to him, catch him off guard. Declan takes the opportunity to come up behind him and inject him with the sedative. You make sure his security team is occupied and taken care of, and Trey will be waiting at the back door in the getaway car while keeping an eye on all the security cameras.”

  “Last chance to back out, Princess,” Wes tells me, but there’s no way I’m going to back out now. We’ve come too far, and I want this. No, I need this. I need closure and so do the guys.

  “Let’s do this.” We all look between each other one last time before departing to get into our positions. I watch Wes and Trey disappear into the crowd just before Declan and I walk away from the main room, and down the corridor leading up to the bathrooms.

  He walks down one side, while I walk down the opposite side. I make it to my spot, leaning casually against the wall a few feet away from the ladies’ room. All that’s left now is to wait. I look down the hall, Declan is so far down the hall and hidden in the shadows that I can’t see him, and I hate it. That he’s out of sight.

  With every passing minute, I get a little more anxious and a whole lot more worried that something is going to go wrong. Seconds tick by but it feels like hours have passed. I wish I could see at least one of the guys, but they’re all out of view now. It’s just me and that scares the crap out of me.

  I’m so used to being with the guys twenty-four seven that suddenly being on my own seems to be the scariest thing in the world. I almost laugh at the thought. I’ve been alone for most of my life, and only with the brothers for a few weeks now, but after living with them, realizing that I don’t have to be completely alone anymore, I’ve become accustomed to that life.

  Taking in a deep breath,
I try to calm my nerves. I turn and look up to the entryway to the main room, and it’s then that I spot him. All thoughts come to a sudden halt. My heart beats unnaturally slow and the blood in my veins freezes as I look straight into my father’s soulless eyes. This is the man that I’ve loved my whole life, my father. And for a split second, as I stare at him, doubt overcomes me.

  Can I really do this?

  He sees me, his eyes taking me in. Shock transforms his features. Some childish part of me still wishes…hopes that he does love me. I imagine his eyes warm and loving, happy to see me alive and unharmed. I imagine him walking up to me and taking me into his arms, telling me how glad he is that I’m alright, and how much he loves me.

  Like a needle popping a balloon, my daydream about my father’s love is destroyed. The look in his eyes turns dark. Instead of happiness and relief, anger and annoyance fill his gaze. An ache spreads through my chest, and even after everything, knowing how this would be…it still hurts.

  Remembering the plan, I force my legs to move toward him. Just as we had hoped, he starts moving toward me without looking around or calling for security. I try to keep my eyes on my father, even though I see the blur of a large body moving behind him.

  Only when Declan is right behind my father, do I dare to look past him and find my lover’s eyes. When I see the shock and worry in Declan’s gaze, I freeze where I stand, knowing that something is wrong. I open my mouth to speak, but it’s too late. Something slams into me from behind. Before I can even consider righting myself, I lose my footing and tumble to the ground. It’s not until I’m being crushed by something that I realize that the something slamming into me is actually a someone.

  I try to push him off of me, flailing my arms and legs, and fighting to get to my knees but all movements cease when I feel the sharp blade being pushed against my throat. Every muscle in my body tenses, not even my lungs work, and I’m pretty sure my heart has stopped beating altogether. I’ve come so close to death lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if things ended right now.

  Twisting my head, I look up at my father who is pointing a gun at Declan’s head. My father’s menacing eyes lock on mine as he stares down at me, and a sinister smile pulls at his lips. “Kill her,” he says with that same sickening smile on his face.

  “No!” Declan yells simultaneously with another male voice. Turning my head, I see where the second voice is coming from and find Harrold, my father’s head of security, standing just a few feet away from us.

  Harrold shakes his head. “Not here, it’s too public. Let’s take them out back,” he suggests as if he is talking about taking out the trash. I cringe inwardly. Harrold has been a part of the security team since I was a little girl. He watched me grow up, and is like a grandfather to me, so his betrayal cuts me just as deep as my father’s. Though I don’t know why I’m even surprised by his betrayal, why did I expect him to care for me if my own father doesn’t?

  The man on top of me pushes himself off, but keeps one hand on the back of my neck while keeping the knife pushed against my throat with the other.

  In seconds I’m being pulled up from the floor and dragged toward the back door. Unable to look back at my father and Declan, I keep my eyes on Harrold instead. He opens the back door and holds it open for the man holding me.

  We are just about to step over the threshold, I can already feel the cool April air on my skin when I see Harrold moving with superhuman speed. He grabs the knife pressed against my throat, and I gasp at the movement. My assailant is so surprised he lets go of me right away. I spin around and watch the scene in front of me unfold.

  Harrold pushes the man against the door frame, by the throat. The man struggles, but Harrold’s faster. With the same knife that was about to slice through my skin, Harrold grabs the end of the blade and stabs it into the side of the guy’s neck. The man’s eyes go wide, and his mouth opens as if he’s going to scream, but no sound comes out.

  The life dissipates from his body, and he sinks down to the ground, blood pouring out of the wound in his neck, quickly soaking through his clothes and onto the ground. I take a step backward, my shoulder hitting the door frame as I look up and find Declan fighting with my dad. My father doesn’t stand a chance, of course, and Declan has him unarmed and on the ground in seconds. He pulls out the needle and injects him with the sedative.

  When I turn my attention back to Harrold, I find his hand on my arm. His eyes are soft, his touch gentle. It’s unexpected and confuses me.

  “Are you okay, Jessa?” Concern and something that sounds a lot like guilt fills his voice.

  Why does he feel guilty?

  “Yes, I think so...why did you help us?” Confusion. That’s all I feel at this moment.

  “Your mom asked me to keep you safe. That’s the only reason I’ve worked for this prick for as long as I have,” he admits and for some reason his confession brings tears to my eyes. I’m not even sure why I’m crying. Is it because I just about died, or because someone in my old life actually did care about me this whole time, or am I crying simply because I’m reminded of my mother?

  “You knew my mom?” I question.

  “Yes…Jessa, there is no time to explain all that I know right now. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell you the whole story. Just know that your mom loved you very much and she did everything she could to keep you safe, and that’s what got her killed in the end. Now go on and get out of here.”

  I’m so shocked by his statement that the actual meaning of the words doesn’t sink in right away. Got her killed? My mom died in an accident. Why did he say it like that? Was she murdered?

  Declan walks up to us, dragging my father’s passed-out body behind him.

  Harrold’s gaze sweeps over Declan. “And you are lucky my guys were able to recover some of the footage of what happened at the compound or I would have put a bullet in your brain the moment I spotted you today,” he snaps.

  For a moment I think Declan might fight him or at least make a move to threaten him, but instead he just says, “Fair enough. I’m glad Jessa has someone who watched out for her growing up. I can assure you that you don’t have to worry about her anymore. She is safe with us and we won’t let anything happen to her…ever. Jessa’s safety and happiness is our number one priority.”

  Harrold nods and Declan motions for me to walk out. An engine revs in the distance and a car comes flying around the corner just as we step out. Trey, I know it’s him as soon as I see the car, and not only because of the plan, but because only Trey can navigate a car the way that he just did. He stops a few feet away from us and Declan opens the back hatch and tosses my father in while I run around to the side of the SUV and get into the back seat.

  “You okay, Princess?” Trey asks as soon as my ass hits the leather seat.

  “No, but I will be.” I glance at the back door hoping to see Harrold again, but the door is already shut, Harrold having already disappeared from view. I can’t stop thinking about what he said. He knew my mom, he promised her that he would keep me safe. I don’t understand what any of it means. I barely remember my mom. I was so young when she died in a car crash, or at least that’s what my father told me happened. Harrold didn’t start working for my father until one or two years after that, so how did he know my mother? In my mind, things aren’t adding up.

  I’m so lost in thought, I barely notice Declan getting in beside me and Trey speeding off and around the corner, where he briefly stops to pick up Wes. Once we are all four in the car, Trey floors it. Rubber burning against the road as we speed off as fast as we can.

  “We did it!” Wes exclaims. “We fucking did it.”

  A peaceful silence settles over the vehicle. Only when he turns his head to look back at me does his smile fall. “What’s wrong, Princess?”

  “We were attacked by one of the guards we didn’t know was there,” Declan explains. “Harrold, her father’s head of security, helped us get away.”

  “Oh shit, are you hurt? Did he hu
rt you?” Wes’s voice fills with panic, his brown eyes warm, sincere.

  “No, I’m fine…it’s just something Harrold said that has me confused,” I admit. A large hand finds mine and engulfs my smaller one in warmth and comfort as soon as the words are out. I move my gaze to Declan’s and find him staring directly at me.

  “We’ll figure it out, Jessa. If there is an answer out there, then we’ll find it for you,” Declan promises, and I give him a weak smile in return. The brothers finding me that night was a godsend, as much as it was a terror.

  The rest of the drive the brothers remain silent, and I’m more than grateful for it. I have too many questions and emotions swirling around inside my head right now to focus on an actual conversation. I’m so lost in thought trying to come up with all my own questions for my father that I don’t even realize we’ve made it home until Trey parks the car and kills the engine. We all sit inside the car for another moment, the sound of our breathing the only thing being heard.

  “Why don’t we take you upstairs before we get your father out of the back?” Wes suggests, interrupting the silence.

  “No, I want to be with you guys when you interrogate him.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Princess,” Declan says, his features darkening, and I know he is right. Even after everything, I don’t think I can stomach to see him being hurt.

  “You’re right, but I want to talk to him before you guys do anything. I want to be there when he wakes up and I want to ask him some questions of my own. I know you guys have your own agenda with him, but I need closure too.”

  Trey twists around in his seat. “Whatever you want, we will give it to you. We just don’t want you there when it comes time to kill him. You don’t need to see that.”

  Warmth encompasses me. Even with them wanting to exact their revenge, they also want to protect me. But they don’t need to protect me. They don’t need to protect me from the dark anymore, because I would gladly walk through it with them. I would go anywhere that they are. I would go through anything to be with them.