by Jagger Cole
The phone goes quiet. But then, my dad grunts into it. “You know why I left you in the wind, Max?”
Max rolls his eyes. “You mean when you set me up and tried to take me out?”
My dad chuckles. “Yep. That. Because you were poking your fucking nose where it don’t belong.”
I frown curiously, wondering what my dad is talking about. I don’t like to get involved with his mob shit ever. But then, I’m more than a little involved in this business already.
Max scowls darkly. “I knew you were a piece of shit Dino, but this new business of yours is a new low. So low you had to hide it.”
“My business is my own, asshole,” my father snarls.
“The big bosses know you’re running girls, Dino?”
My heart stops. The color drains from my face. My eyes fly to Max, hoping to see that he’s joking. But it’s clear he’s not. My stomach turns in disgust, and I feel cold. For as awful a parent as my father is, and for as bad a guy he is, that’s a line he’s never crossed. The bosses above him apparently forbid it anyways. But the idea of my father pimping out women has me wanting to vomit.
And then, I hear my father start to laugh. “Those girls?” He chuckles. “Who gives a fuck? They’re nobodies, asshole.”
“They’re human fucking beings,” Max hisses. There’s genuine anger and fury on his face.
“Immigrants.” My dad sounds indifferent and callous. “No one gives a shit about them.”
Max closes his eyes. It looks like he’s shaking with rage. He sucks in a breath of air and opens his eyes. And all I see is blind fury.
“Listen to me closely, Dino,” he growls. “If you ever want your daughter back…”
“Fuck off, Max,” my dad laughs. He actually laughs. “Nice try, prick.”
Max looks stunned. “Dino, I’m talking about your daughter here.”
“And I’m not negotiating with a punk like you,” my dad retorts. “And you can bet I’m not paying you a fuckin’ dime.”
The phone clicks off. I stare at it, realizing my dad just hung up on my kidnapper in the middle of negotiations to set me free. Max stares too. He takes a measured breath and sighs. His eyes drag up to mine, and he frowns.
“I- sorry,” he sounds almost repentant. “That didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“Yeah,” I answer quietly.
His frown deepens. “Your father’s a real prick, you know.”
I smile thinly. “Yep. I do.” I look away and then back at Max. “Is he really pimping girls?”
He nods.
“Women or girls?”
Max’s mouth tightens. I want to throw up. I look back at him again, but this time, he looks pale. He sways as he reaches for his phone and slips it into his pocket. He takes another step and staggers. Pain winces on his face, and I frown.
“Um, are you okay?”
“Fine,” he grunts. He steps towards me and stumbles again. This time, he almost falls over before he catches himself on the edge of the sofa.
I stare at him with concern. “Are you sure you’re…”
“Fine…” He slurs. “I’m…”
He suddenly collapses on the floor in a heap. I gasp and rush over to him. I know he’s my kidnapper, but I’m also a doctor. Well, I will be a doctor. But the impulse to help and heal is too strong to ignore. Bad guy or not, he’s in really rough shape.
I look at his tattered and dirty shirt. The blood stain is bigger than it was before. I pull the shirt up over his abs, and I gasp at the bleeding wound. This is bad, and if he doesn’t get patched up soon, he’s definitely not going to last much longer.
I chew on my lip and look at the door. I know freedom is on the other side of it. But then I look back at the man sprawled unconscious on the floor.
“Goddamnit,” I mutter to myself. I run to the bathroom and start tearing through the cabinet under the sink for medical supplies.
7
Max
The first thing I feel is pain. It’s dull and aching, but it’s there. I blink and see darkness. But then I blink again, and my vision swims back to me. Consciousness seeps over me like melting snow. I groan, and I sit up.
“Fuck!” I hiss. Pain rips through me, taking my breath away.
“Hey, hang on. Relax.” Hands touch me, and I jump. On instinct, I grab the wrist with one hand and reach for my gun with the other. But my belt is empty, and the wrist I grab is delicate and smooth. I blink away the cobwebs and look up. In disbelief, I realize it’s Tessa’s gorgeous blue eyes staring back at me.
“Stop moving, you’ll tear out the stitches,” she mutters. She pushes me back. I could fight her, but I don’t. I let her push me back across the bed I’m lying in. I glance around. I’m still in my loft hideout, in the bed I keep in the larger open area. But the staggering thing is, she’s still here, too. I look back into her eyes, and she even smiles a little.
“Relax,” she says quietly.
“What the fuck happened?”
“You fainted like a little girl seeing a mouse.” She grins at my confusion. “I’m not sure if you knew this, but there was a bullet lodged under your lower ribs?”
“You don’t say,” I grunt. I glance down and see a clean white square of bandage taped to my side.
“Had,” she says sharply. She flicks something onto my bare chest. I reach up with a hand and grab it. It’s a mangled looking bullet. My eyes swivel back up to hers. “You took this out of me?”
“Lucky you didn’t kidnap a business major.”
I frown. “Well, thanks,” I say a little shocked. “It was fine though.”
Yeah, right. It’s utter bullshit, and I know that. So does Tessa. She rolls her eyes.
“Oh, yeah, it was totally fine bleeding out while you blacked out on the floor. No big deal for a big tough guy like you, right?”
I frown. “You fixed me.”
“I did.”
She could have run and left me here to die. But here I am alive. And here she is, still here.
“You could have run.”
“I know.” She shrugs.
“So why didn’t you?” Tessa twists her lip in her teeth. “Why’d you save me, Tessa?”
She frowns. “Because I’m going to be a doctor, and doctors save people. That’s literally what they do. And you don’t pick and choose who you do.” She shrugs. “So, that’s why.”
“Even if it meant not running away from your kidnapper?”
“Guess so,” she shoots back.
“Thank you.”
“For not running away or for saving your ass?”
I smile. “Both? Mostly saving my ass though.”
“Well,” she shrugs, and her face blushes red. “You’re welcome, I guess.” She chews on her lip again, and I groan a little inside.
Fuck, I want her mouth again. I want all of her, actually. I want to pin her down and use my tongue to explore every fucking inch of her skin.
“My dad…” Tessa frowns and trails off.
“Yeah, Dino sure is fun, huh?” I growl.
She shakes her head. “I didn’t know. I mean, I knew he was a gangster and all, but not that.” She looks sick and angry. “Not the thing with the girls.”
“Same,” I admit. “I’ve run plenty of jobs for your father. I always knew he was a scumbag piece of shit.” I glance at her. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. If the shoe fits,” she mutters.
“Well, I didn’t know about it until recently. I pulled a job and found the evidence about the girls. Dino found out and set me up to take me out.”
Tessa nods, still looking sick. “And now? I’m the trade for getting out from his crosshairs?”
I tense my jaw. “I don’t know.” Not anymore, that is. Yeah, that was the plan. But now? Now I’ve kissed her. Now the lusting obsession has grown to something I never saw coming. Now she’s mine, and I’m not so sure I’m willing to part with what’s mine now.
“Yes, the plan was to trade you back to your father
for a bailout and a free pass out of this fucking city without looking over my shoulder.”
She nods and looks down at her hands. She’s brave and fierce. But right now, she looks so lost and innocent. She puts up a tough front, but right now, I can see the sheltered little mob princess behind the façade.
“That’s not happening anymore,” I growl with conviction. She slowly raises her head. Her pretty blue eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not giving you back to that monster now.”
Tessa blinks in surprise. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“I mean,” I hiss. “That I’m not giving you back.”
Her cheeks redden. Her tongue wets her soft lips. “But what about the money?”
“Fuck the money,” I growl. It’s not planned, but when I reach for her, it comes naturally. I slide my hand up her cheek until my fingers push into her long auburn hair. I tangle it in my fingers and draw her close. I ignore the pain in my side. Her lips press hotly to mine, and she moans. I pull her against me, and I kiss her savagely.
No, I’m not giving her back. She’s mine, and I’m keeping her all to my goddamn self.
8
Tessa
I gasp into his lips, and I burn for more. His mouth is soft but so demanding. His lips captivate me, and his tongue slips against mine. I part my lips willingly for him, and I moan when he claims my mouth. His strong, rough hands tangle in my hair and clasp my waist. He squeezes my ribs gently, but forceful enough to give me a sense of his strength and power.
My core quivers with anticipation. Heat pools between my thighs, and I tremble for more. Once again, I’m kissing the man who kidnapped me. And once again, it’s the hottest experience of my life. I know it’s wrong, but my body thinks otherwise. I moan against his lips, desperate for more.
Max growls lowly. He pulls me onto the bed and over him. I worry about his wound, but he doesn’t seem to even feel it. I can feel his hard muscles and his rippling abs clenching against me through my sundress. I’ve never done this before, and the thrill of it being with this rough, dark, and dangerous man has me thrilled and making little breathless noises that I don’t even recognize as me.
Max’s hand slides down my side. He starts to pull my sundress up higher, and I tremble. I know I could stop him. Or, I think he would, if I said to. But I don’t want him to stop at all. The feel of his big strong hands pulling my sundress up has me moaning into his lips. My body trembles, and as more and more skin is exposed, my heart races faster.
The dress tugs higher, until I feel it slip over my ass. I tremble, and Max groans beneath me. His hand pushes over me. I feel his heavy palm glide over my ass, and God help me, I whimper. He grips my ass like it belongs to him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt, and I find myself kissing him with everything I have.
Suddenly, he grabs me and rolls me over, pinning me to the bed. I gasp, adrenaline and desire surging in me. Max growls, and he yanks my hands up above my head. I whimper louder, and he groans.
“Dirty girl,” he rasps into my ear. God I could melt at his words. I’ve never even kissed a guy before. Suffice to say, dirty talk is a first too. But it’s so hot when he calls me that. It’s like a button that triggers a flood of heat between my legs. He’s rough as he pins me to the bed and kisses me demandingly. And then, I feel what I’ve never felt: the spark.
It’s like fire in my heart. It’s a flood of desire through my core. This is what I’ve never felt, and why I’ve never felt that spark. It’s his roughness, and his dangerous edge. And it’s so fucking hot I could scream.
Max kisses me hard, bruising my lips. But I give it right back. I nip at his bottom lip, and he groans. “Fuck, Tessa.” His mouth falls to my neck. He sucks at my soft skin, and I gasp in pleasure. Fuck, it’s like a trigger right to my pussy. I whimper and surge against him, but Max keeps me pinned tight to the mattress.
He shoves my arms up higher above my head with one hand. The other reaches for something. I gasp when I feel rope slip around my wrists. They tighten, and I whimper and crane my head up. Fear, but also desire burns hot inside of me.
I’m tied to his bed frame. I want to be afraid, but I’m not. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. My body trembles with lust. Max sits up on his knees, straddling my waist. His abs and chest muscles flex, and I whimper. He slides a finger down my neck and then lower down over my cleavage. His finger hooks where the first button of my sundress is.
I look up into his eyes, and he grins hungrily. “My, my,” he growls. “What do we have here?”
“You think you can just do what you want with me?”
Max undoes the first button, and I moan. He growls and leans over me until his lips brush mine. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he growls thickly. “I fucking do. And I think you’re dying for me to do whatever I want to you.”
“You’re delusional,” I gasp. Max undoes two more buttons, and I moan. He undoes a third and fourth, and suddenly my dress falls apart. It slips to either side of me, letting him see all of my tits encased in the lacy purple bra. His gaze is hungry and savage, and I tremble at the heat in his eyes.
“Am I?” he growls. He reaches behind him. My eyes fly open and my mouth makes an O-shape when his fingers slide over my belly. He pushes his hand lower, until his hand slides over my panties. He rests his palm on my mound, and I whimper eagerly.
Max chuckles darkly. “Someone’s wet for me,” he growls. “Someone’s very, very wet for me. Or am I…” his smile widens dangerously. “Delusional?”
He moves off of me, but suddenly he leans over me and kisses me hard. I moan into his lips desperately. When he moves away, I know in my core that I want more. But then, Max begins to kiss down my body. His lips move over my tits, and then down between them. He sucks at my nipples through the lace cups, wetting them and making them hard.
His mouth slips down my stomach, moving lower. I moan eagerly. I want this, and I want him, more than anything I’ve ever wanted. He grabs my hips and pins my squirming body to the bed. He kisses over the lace trim of my panties and then lower. I want to close my eyes, by I also can’t look away. He kisses over my pussy through the panties.
“Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “Such a naughty girl.”
All I can do is moan in reply. His teeth bite the edge of my panties, and he starts to pull them down. They slide down my hips and peel away from my lips. He yanks them roughly down to my ankles and then tugs them off. Max’s strong hands grip my thighs and push them wide apart. I blush darkly when his eyes center on my sex. But Max just groans. His face is pure lust.
“Fuck me,” he groans.
“What?” I whisper shyly.
“You’ve got the prettiest little pussy ever made, that’s what.”
And suddenly, he moves right in. His mouth covers my pussy, and I moan when his tongue slips up my seam. He drags it up and down, and I gasp in pleasure. He centers on my clit and tongues it back and forth, and I almost come in seconds. But he pulls away, growling like an animal. He looks up at me, his lips and chin wet with me. I blush, but I forget my embarrassment when he licks his lips clean eagerly.
“So fucking sweet,” he says darkly. “Like fucking candy.”
He moves back between my legs, and his mouth finds my pussy again. He licks me up and down, dragging his tongue slowly. He centers on my clit, and I gasp in pleasure. He slips it lower over my lips. Then he goes even lower until his tongue slips over my asshole. I bolt off the bed, but he roughly pins me back down. The restraint makes me ache for more. I can feel my wrists straining against the rope, and it thrills me. I feel the power in his hands pinning me to the bed, and I lose all control.
He sucks on my clit hard, and I can’t stand another second. I cry out, and my orgasm hits me like a truck. My hips grind shamelessly against Max’s mouth as I come hard against his tongue. I don’t even realize I’m screaming in pleasure until my ears ring.
Max strokes my lips once more with his tongue. Then he pulls away and stands next to th
e bed. His eyes hold me captive, sweeping over my mostly naked self, tied to his bed.
“Dirty girl,” He growls. He leans over me and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on his tongue, but I find I like it. “You like it when I tie you down and take what I want, don’t you?” I nod. His hand snakes behind me and undoes my bra. He slides it around, and his fingers find a hard nipple. He pinches it, and I gasp in pleasure.
“Don’t you?” he growls.
“Yes!” I gasp. And it’s the truth. What he just did to me is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
“Naughty, naughty, doc,” he rumbles with a sly grin. He kisses me again, and then he stands back. His muscles coil and clench. His big hands yank at his belt, and he starts to peel his jeans off. My eyes widen, and my heart beats like a drum. He’s about to do what I think he’s about to do.
His jeans hit the floor. My eyes center on the enormous bulge in his boxers. Maybe I should be scared, but I’m not. But maybe I shouldn’t be orgasming at the hands and tongue of the man who kidnapped me off the street, either.
Max hooks his thumbs into his boxers. He holds my eyes and peels them down. Suddenly, his cock springs free. I gasp, loudly. My jaw drops and I stare at him. Jesus Christ, I’ve seen anatomy in textbooks. But the textbooks would be labeled pornography if the examples looked like this.
Max’s cock looks huge. It’s thick, and proud, and throbbing. It juts out from his abs, and I simply stare at it. Desire pools between my legs, and I blush. He moves onto the bed and spreads my legs with his knees.
“You want this, don’t you?” He growls deeply.
I only hesitate for a second. And then I nod. “Yes,” I whisper quietly. I do, too. I’ve waited so long for this dumb spark. I thought I’d never find it. But now I have. It might be wrong that I found it with this man, but there’s no denying the desire burning through me.
It may be wrong, but I don’t care. I want Max with everything I am.
He wraps a hand around his cock and strokes. White precum beads at the crown. Some drips down his shaft, and another drop lands on my thigh. I moan softly, and Max growls. He pushes my legs wider apart and moves over me. I realize I’m holding my breath, but I can’t look away. His cock is inches above my dripping wet pussy, dripping precum onto me—ready to claim me.