Stolen Pregnant Bride (Olive Skin Devils Book 3)

by Hollie Hutchins

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” he grunted. “You’re all used up now anyway. I don’t want you.”

  The anger surging inside of me was almost enough to bring me to tears. I hated the way he said “all used up.” As if no one could ever touch me again now that he had his way with me first. Maybe he was right. What kind of man would want me if they knew the truth? Nicholas didn’t even want me anymore, according to what he said.

  “Then leave me alone,” I argued. “Unless you’ll bring me more water. And something better to eat.”

  His big boots came pounding forward. He kneeled down, stopping mere inches from my face, and snarled. “You don’t order me around. I am not your servant. You know, on second thought, maybe I will fuck you right here, right now...just to teach you a lesson.”

  His gaze dropped down to my breasts, and I could feel his hot, alcohol-drenched breath across my face and neck. My stomach turned, and I leaned as far away from him as I possibly could. He lingered for a long time, breathing heavily and staring down my body.

  But finally, he stood up and stomped toward the door. One rickety old wooden chair sat in the middle of the room, which he flung against the wall on his way out - shattering it into pieces. Once the locks were secured again, I let out a huge breath and closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn’t be getting a wink of sleep that night, but at least I was safe again - for a moment.

  Chapter 9

  Nicholas

  I was filled with a tingling sensation of desire the moment I woke up the next morning, remembering that Jada was tucked away in the shed. She wasn’t nearly as terrified of me as she should have been, but somehow that only turned me on. I wanted her, and there was no reason why I couldn’t have some fun with her before we got on with the rest of the plan. Everything I did to her felt like another blow to the Garcias. And the revenge felt even sweeter than I imagined it would.

  I climbed out of bed, washed up, and threw on some clothes. Our accommodations for our hideaway were dismal compared to the big manor I lived in, but it would do for now. And we had brought along enough staff to take care of the basics - including a few girls to cook and clean. They were busy in the kitchen preparing a big breakfast of bacon and eggs when I emerged from my room.

  Half of the men were still sleeping, piled on top of each other in the living room, hungover from the night before. We were celebrating our successful kidnapping of Jada and dreaming of all the money we planned to make from the exchange...when it was over. I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet, but some of the guys seemed to have different ideas in mind.

  I piled up a plate of food and took a seat to scarf it down. The three guys I had run out of the shed the night before were sitting across from me, glaring at me with resentment and hostility.

  “We reach out to the Garcias today, right?” one of them asked in a low growl. “Make our demands?”

  “Not yet,” I answered.

  He slammed his fist down to the table. “Why not!? What kind of hostage situation is this if we don’t tell them what we want?”

  “Every day that goes by when they don’t know where Jada is will only make them more desperate,” I defended. “If we reach out too soon, they won’t take us seriously.”

  “If we can’t fuck her, then we should at least be making money off of her,” he groaned, crossing his arms.

  I didn’t bother replying before standing up to leave. They couldn’t fuck her, but there was nothing that said I couldn’t. I was in charge of this whole operation, after all. I grabbed two apples from the table and whistled my way out the door.

  Jada jumped to her feet the moment I walked into the shed. She had been sitting on the small, dirty porcelain toilet in one corner of the room, and was scrambling to get her panties back up underneath her ripped wedding gown.

  “Can’t you knock!?” she cried, nearly falling over to cover herself as quickly as possible.

  “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I grinned.

  “You’re a pig.”

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine.” I propped my foot up on a leg of the broken chair and took a big bite of the juicy apple. Jada’s eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Oh, are you hungry?”

  She crossed her arms and looked away defiantly, but I could hear her stomach growling. I tossed the apple over to her. She dived to catch it, but then held it up by the stem with a look of disgust.

  “You’ve already taken a bite out of it,” she snarled.

  “Fine. Throw it away then.”

  It was killing her to hold the apple without eating it. She was so hungry. Finally, she let go of her stubborn pride and started tearing into it with her teeth. I watched as the juices ran down her lip and chin, wishing I could lick them from her skin. I resisted but did move close enough to make her uncomfortable.

  I feigned my best apologetic expression and said, “Listen, I’m sorry for the way I behaved yesterday. I was drunk. I didn’t mean for things to go this way between us.”

  She looked hesitant to buy into it, but her features slowly softened. “So, then will you tell me what all of this is about? Why I’m here?”

  I stared deeply into her eyes, watching her breath quicken from the intensity of my gaze. “I’m not good at explaining how I feel.”

  “Try.”

  “I wanted to be near you again,” I explained slowly. “I couldn’t stand to watch you marry Paul when I knew deep down you didn’t really want to.”

  Her eyes lit up with hope, but she still seemed skeptical. “But who are those other men? Why didn’t you find some other way to get to me? Why did you have to hold a knife to my throat and carry me out of the church like that!?”

  “As messed up as it was, weren’t you glad to see me?”

  She didn’t answer, but she silently told me the answer was ‘yes.’ I knew she felt something for me by the creek, but I never would have imagined that she would still let herself give into it all after being captured by me like that. I wanted to know what else I could get by with before she broke.

  Jada put distance between us, walking to the other end of the room. She turned to the wall as she spoke, not daring to look me in the eye a second longer. “But you’re a criminal. My sister told me all about who you are. I could never be with somebody like you. Look at me...You’ve locked me in a room without any food or water! It doesn’t make any sense.”

  I pulled the second apply from my pocket and took a big bite, watching her spark with anger at the sight of it. “So, you would rather be with someone like Paul?” I suggested.

  “That’s not what I said!” she snapped. “Or at least...maybe not Paul, but yes, someone like him. As in someone who isn’t a gangster who kidnaps people! But it’s really none of your business who I want to be with. What happened between us was a fluke. I knew Paul was about to propose, and I was scared. You ruined any chances at something more the moment you put a knife to my throat and locked me in this room.”

  I tossed the apple core to the floor and walked over to her, sucking the juice from my fingers. “Did I really ruin it?” I asked with a coy smile. “You’re saying no part of you wants a second taste?”

  She backed up to the wall, but I didn’t stop until my chest was against her and my lips were right next to her ear. “I remember the way you bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out while I was inside of you. How you writhed in the grass and begged for more. I could turn you around right here and make you feel that good again.”

  Her eyes were wide and glistening with curiosity, and I could tell it was taking everything in her to restrain herself.

  “I could rip that gown the rest of the way off of you and make love to you all day if you wanted...We wouldn’t have to worry about being interrupted this time. Don’t you want to know what I would do to you if we had all the time in the world?”

  She breathed even harder and stammered over her words. “But...the men...Those guys from yesterday. Won’t they…”

  “They do what I say,” I
replied in a deep rasp. “They know better than to try and come in here when I’m around. Just say the word. Just tell me you want me too…”

  “I...I...I can’t…”

  “Can’t what? You’re not married, Jada. I saved you from that. Remember? You’re a free woman. No one knows where you are. You can do anything you want.”

  She closed her eyes and trembled as my voice vibrated through her. I knew she wanted to give in so badly, but was desperately trying to stop herself. But the idea of freedom rolled through her and soon she couldn’t resist anymore.

  Her sparkling brown eyes opened and looked straight at me. “Yes. I want you,” she confessed, her voice cracking with desire.

  I kept my eyes locked on her as she parted her lips and looked at me with longing. I let the tension build until it looked like she might explode, and then I let out a slow wheezing laugh.

  Her brow wrinkled in confusion, only making me laugh harder. A wave of hurt washed over her as she let my voracious cackling sink in deeper.

  “What...I don’t...Why are you…”

  I mocked her stuttering words and laughed harder still. “Oh, Jada. Don’t take everything so seriously. I’m just having a little bit of fun with you! Watching you squirm with sexual need is so very entertaining…”

  She twisted her lips and reared her hand back to slap me. I caught her wrist just seconds before her palm cracked against my cheek. I was done laughing now. I scowled at her and hissed, “Don’t mistake my inclination for a little fun as me being soft. I can and will hurt you far worse than you could ever hurt me.”

  I could see her burning with a need to lash out of me from her embarrassment. She looked like she might spit right in my face, but thought better of it out of fear.

  “You make me sick,” she said, assuming she was safe to say whatever she wanted, even if she couldn’t strike me.

  I chuckled again, softer this time. “People like you and the Garcias make me sick. So we’re even.”

  “So, you do know them!? That’s why you keep talking about them!? That’s what all of this is about!?”

  “The sooner you stop trying to figure everything out, the easier this will be on you.”

  She shook her head, reeling with hatred. I was still reeling from being so close to her and getting her all riled up. I noticed the pink flush in her cheeks and the way her plump lips perked up, longing to be sucked and bitten. It was hard to switch gears, but maybe if I pushed her a little further...I wouldn’t have to entirely.

  “Surely you wouldn’t really believe I’d be pining over someone like you,” I taunted. “You were just some convenient, mediocre fuck in the woods. You don’t even know what you’re doing. Truly honored to be your first, but if you want another go at me...You should come back to me after Paul has broken you in a little more. Taught you a thing or two.”

  She let out a growl that quickly turned into a primal scream as she lunged forward and threw her body against mine, pounding me with her fists. I tried to grab her arms, but she dug her nails into my skin before I could get a good grip. I managed to restrain her long enough to get a good look at the bloody scratches along my arms.

  I looked back to her with fury and wrestled her back to the wall. Keeping her pinned down with one hand, I reached for some chains that I was keeping in a nearby toolbox. Within a minute or two, I had her tied up by her hands and feet. Her body was stretched out against the wall with her breasts bursting from her ripped dress. The slit had been torn so far that I could see the glistening curve of her upper thigh. She was sprawled out in front of me, just like our first time, only now she couldn’t move or stop me from drinking her in with my eyes no matter how badly she wanted to.

  With her suspended at my mercy, I moved close to her again and panted against her neck, watching her chest rise and fall beneath me. “Tell me, Jada Chavez...Who is it that you want now? Do you still want that sweet charming man you thought I was by the creek? Or are you wishing more than anything that you had Paul back to kiss you with his cold, slimy lips?”

  “I don’t want anyone,” she sobbed, barely able to hold it together. “Especially not you! You sick monster!”

  One tear escaped her eye, and I couldn’t resist running my finger through it and down the side of her cheek. I left a wet trail along the edge of her jaw right down to her neck and chest. I stopped at the fold between her breasts and took in a deep breath.

  “Mmm...don’t get me wrong. For as inexperienced as you may be, you are truly spectacular to look at.”

  Her breaths grew sharp and shallow, and she whimpered between each one.

  “You sound exactly like you did when my tongue was between your thighs,” I purred against her ear.

  She turned her face as far away from me as she could, but I knew the restlessness in her was about more than just wanting to hate me. She could pretend to be disgusted with me all she wanted, but I knew her body still responded to mine the exact same way mine responded to hers.

  “Forgive me,” I said after a long pause. “I’m afraid I just can’t live without knowing…”

  “Knowing what?”

  I ran my fingers down her stomach, inching between her legs as she cried harder. “Knowing if...after all of that...you’re still wishing I would fuck you.”

  “Keep your fucking hands off of me,” she growled.

  “Oh, but you didn’t answer the question…”

  I lifted her dress and felt the heat of her bare skin against my hands, running them down to the lace of her panties. Her body stilled, and I knew that as much as she hated herself for it, she wanted me to keep going. I slid two fingers underneath and crept down to her folds - throbbing and soaking wet just as I had suspected.

  Chapter 10

  Jada

  I hated myself for what I felt as Nicholas stroked his fingers across me. He had coaxed me into confessing that I wanted him just so he could laugh in my face. I wanted to hit him, but I was chained up, unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted to me. It sickened to me to think I was kind of glad he chained me up. The quick brush of his fingers made me want more, but it was so humiliating and degrading to still want him after everything he had done. At least this way he could have his way with me, and I could keep pretending I didn’t want him to lay a finger on me.

  He searched my face for that very desire, and I did my best to keep my features too contorted for him to see any such thing. I clung to my hatred and disgust for him, but I couldn’t make my body not respond to him. I had wanted this for too long. It didn’t matter what I had come to know about him since then. I was desperate to give into my aching need...even if it was horribly wrong.

  His eyes sparked with a devilish glare as he brought his fingers back to his mouth and sucked my wetness from them. He moaned, and I felt like I was melting inside. I tried so hard not to let it show, but I remembered the baby. I was going to have this man’s child, and there was nothing I could do about that. Did that somehow make it okay to let him do this to me? It’s not like I had a choice, but I wanted to find an excuse to stop hating myself.

  I tried with everything in me to pick one side or another. I wanted to give myself over willingly or not want it at all, but I was torn right down the middle.

  “Let me go,” I asked weakly, knowing it was stupid to pretend I had a choice on any of this.

  “Is that what you really want?” he replied in a low rasp.

  Inside, I was screaming, “No!”. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to let me go. I wanted him to ravage me again, chained up or not. Maybe the chains made it better. I couldn’t think straight anymore. I was being eaten alive by my own sick and twisted longings, and the only thing that would make it better was for him to keep touching me so I could get lost in the sensations. I wanted to be so consumed by him that I forgot why I was here or everything he had said or done. I could pretend he was the nice man who found me by the creek before I knew who he was.

  But suddenly it all stopped. He ripp
ed his body from mine and took his fingers, and the bulge in his pants, with him. Just another cold reminder that I had no choice. I was not making the rules in this game, and he was intent on making sure I didn’t forget that.

  If I begged for him to come back and give me more, he would do the opposite just to torment me. I had to use reverse psychology on him and maintain my self-respect in the process by pretending I didn’t want him.

  “Yes, I want you to let me go,” I said finally. “I really, really do. And I never want your disgusting hands on me ever again.”

  “What about your hands?” He asked, tilting his head.

  “Wh...what?”

  “What if I let one of your hands go...on the condition that you touch yourself.”

  I laughed nervously. “You’re out of your mind. Why would I do that while you watch me like a pervert?”

  “Oh, come on, Jada...Don’t tell me you don’t know how to pleasure yourself either…,” he mocked me. “You admitted you didn’t know anything else until I came along, but surely you know how to help yourself when the need is strong. And I can tell you it is, based on what I just felt,” he smirked, burning his eyes into me.

  “I didn’t say I didn’t know how,” I defended, feeling my face turn red hot. “It’s none of your business! But I’m not going to let you get off on watching me!”

  “Why not?” He raised a brow. “You’re obviously turned on. But you claim you don’t want me to touch you. So, why not help yourself out? Your hands will start to tingle and go numb soon. This way, I will set one of them free. And when you’re done, maybe I’ll unchain the other one too.”

  No choice, I thought as my heart pounded in my chest. I just had to keep telling myself I had no choice, and then maybe I would be able to look at myself in the mirror again one day without feeling sick. But truthfully, I was desperate for some relief. If it meant giving it to myself, then I was willing to do it.