Taken: A Dark Hitman Romance

by Sophia Hampton

  I kiss him again, letting the waves that are restless inside me take over. Our bodies slowly move to our rhythm as his hands float to my bare ass. I feel a small squeeze as he takes in the fleshiest parts of me in his hands, massaging as he pulls and pushes. I reach a hand behind me just to steady myself from his force that rocks my entire body.

  My breasts float to his face as he pushes me up and down his torso. When they brush against his lips, his mouth opens, taking in one of my tits. While one hand works my bottom, his other plays at the nipple, ripening it for the hot, moist lips. He practically smothers himself between the crest of my breasts, inhaling at the skin as his wet mouth sucks in my prickled skin.

  With all of his energy caressing and controlling me, I finally lose balance. Both of us fall back towards the ground, his head landing on a pile of our clothing. I try not to laugh as I pull myself back up to his lips, my hands cupping around the back of his head and running my fingers through the small curls along the nape of his neck. He sighs before finding my lips in the dark. I kiss him once more, one long, pounding kiss, before sitting straight up and reaching a hand behind me.

  It finds his cock almost immediately. It’s already hard to the touch, a warm rod ready to penetrate. Even from behind, it’s easy for me to just slide my clenched hand up and down the length of him. It stands up as I stroke, each movement growing more steady as I speed up.

  When he’s ready, his breath hitched and his eyes closing tightly with pleasure, I lower myself down his body towards his member. I softly push it back down with my lips, kissing the middle of the shaft. My tongue joins in, tasting his flesh. He’s salty and smells of heaven. I go in for more, rotating open mouth kisses for full on licks of his cock.

  A long, rumbled groan escapes his mouth and rumbles his stomach where a hand rests. I pull it away and begin to work his balls from underneath. I know to massage gently, softly pulling and circling my hands against the skin. They harden under my grip, just as his cock enters my mouth. I pull down my head towards the base, my tongue twisting as it travels. I make it almost all the way to the curls of his hairs, but I shoot back up. And then again, and again, and again like a machine made just for his deepest, darkest desires.

  Anton’s hands find my hair and wraps it around his wrists. He pushes me down once more on his cock before pulling back, all the way off with a pop of my lips. I sink to my hands in knees, staring at him with a wide, toothy grin. “Come back here,” he calls, “I want you.”

  I obey, crawling on all fours till my dripping pussy rubs against his wet cock and our lips find each other. I lift my hips up high, holding my balance with a hand just to the side of his head. He positions his cock just under me until I slowly lower myself centimeter by centimeter down. As I grow closers, his wets his lips and dips his head back in anticipation. His cock plows into me, thick and firm, pulling the skin away. My folds envelope him, taking him in.

  His first movements in me are slow, sweet, sensational. It’s as if he is warming me from the inside out. His hands rest lightly on the back of my thighs, moving the underside of my ass in circles as he forces my body up and down his cock. I push myself upwards so that I am just on my knees. It puts me in control as I ride him deeper into my flesh.

  He lets out another long growl, but this time he cries out my name. Something wild takes over him as he quickly pulls me back down, his arm reaching around my back and pulling me towards him. His cock leans forward with me, the skin of my clit rubbing up against his hip. It’s intensity is overwhelming as I feel every bit of me tingle and tighten all at the same time.

  Anton hitches his legs up behind me, making a cradle for my behind. He then launches off his legs and begins bouncing his cock inside of me. His hands guide me as my pussy moves up and down his shaft just as my hands did. This time, he goes up and down three fast breaks and then slowly pushes me so that I can feel every inch of him pulsate inside of me. We repeat this over and over again as he takes my mouth into his. It’s the only thing that keeps me from crying out at his punishing length.

  At the end of one of our slow movements, I begin to roll my hips over his, grinding my skin into his skin. He plays along, moving counter to my dance. He removes one of his hands and licks it before replacing it on the top of my pussy, just above where his cock is entering me. The thumb rests directly upon my clit, twisting and circling it. Everything goes white, as I close my eyes to steady myself. I’m close, so close.

  And just when I think I am about to come, the fluids inside of me just building up and pushing at the wall, he changes it up again. “Not yet,” Anton calls out. “With me.” I can’t help but obey as I push my tongue to the top of my mouth and grit my teeth. It was going to take all my concentration not to burst all over him without his permission.

  His knees pull in closer to me, and I feel them raise as his feet go to the toes. His hips follow with his cock pushing even further into my stretched out folds. The white-hot pain scorches me as I struggle to hold on. His cock plows into me with each upward thrust. All around my sex, I feel the vibrations of our bodies collapse and build together in time. His cock seems almost impossibly hard.

  I pull my face away from him to study the lines on his face, the tightened jaw, the strained, eyes. They pop open as they spot me. We hold on to those glances as he pulsates in me one last time before letting out a rush of air. He sits himself up, taking me with him. Our arms hold on as our bodies give way. I feel everything in me sink down to between my thighs. I try to call out, but I am breathless. The heat takes over and I’m gone -- my mind blank and full and blank at the same time.

  Anton’s come with me. His face is distorted beautifully as he releases himself inside of me -- this time without fear of what could happen. His cum fills me up and then drips down, adding an extra bit of warmth to my pussy. We remain in place as he finishes, neither of us daring to move.

  I watch as he comes back to me, the Anton I know. With his cock still in me, we kiss deeply, a thank you to one another. At the end of our embrace, I push myself up and off of him before my body collapses back on the pile of clothing. He follows right behind me, turning himself to face me.

  Our breaths begin to come back to our bodies, but I’m still shaking. “I’m sorry, Anton.” I say, my mouth quivering. I have a million things I want to say to him, but after making love to him for the second time, I need to apologize. “I am so sorry for leaving you and for pushing you away,” I say, my lips trembling slightly. “I was just so scared. I was scared of what my dad would do to me and what my brother would do to you. I didn’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you. And now I feel even more stupid.”

  Something about this moment is making me confessional. I have never really had someone just accept me like Anton has. Maybe that’s why I am opening up to him with such honesty that it practically pours out of my open mouth.

  He pulls himself back up to where I lay and looks down on me. His eyes close for a long moment before he answers, “Don’t say you’re sorry to me. You were doing what was best for your family. But I also want you to stop worrying about me. I can handle whatever your dad and brother throw at me. I’m going to be okay.”

  “But Anton, when my dad finds out, he’s going to kill you. You know, he and my mom ran off together before they were married. My mom was worried about what my grandfather would do since he was the head of the clan. When he found out my mom was knocked up, he let them go and gave my dad a leadership role. But I don’t think that is what’s going to happen here. My dad is different. He’s got Brandon, and I know he’s going to do whatever it’s going to take to make sure the Desert Knights stay in the Walsh family.”

  Anton places his hands around my chin and pulls my face so that it turns from the darkened ceiling to his face. “Tory. Stop. I need you to hear me and believe me. I am going to be okay. I know what I am doing.”

  Part of me wants to ask more. He sounds like he has a plan or a mission or something. But I know better than to press f
or more information. Whatever he’s got cooking behind the scenes doesn’t involve me. Or does it? He’s the father of my child, shouldn’t I have the right to know?

  I have to let this go. I know I don’t have much time here. I managed to sneak out of vet school with the help of a classmate named Teddy whom I paid to hide me in the bed of his truck. I was sort of honest with Teddy when I told him that he was getting me past a guy who was stalking me. My friends at the vet labs noticed Haunch immediately and had asked a million of prying questions -- all which I refused to answer. So when I told Teddy that the guy standing guard outside the school parking lot was actually stalking me, he believed every word and had enough sympathy to accept my $20 and an offer for a drink at the Sunset if he could just sneak me out during a down moment in the lab.

  Despite that, Haunch knows my class schedule, and he knows exactly when I go on my breaks. By my estimate of the time that’s passed, I probably only have 20 minutes to get dressed, say my goodbyes, and get back in Teddy’s truck. I could practically see Haunch sitting on the green picnic bench outside the doors, staring impatiently at his beat up watch, his phone in his hand ready to call my dad if I’m more than 5 minutes late.

  Terror has taken over my happy moments with Anton. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. Haunch is going to be expecting me…”

  “Haunch.” He repeats the name so matter-of-factly that I wonder if he knows who he is.

  “Yeah, my dad made him my watchman or bodyguard or something. He’s with me almost every moment of the day.”

  “That’s not all he wants.”

  “I know, I know. This is his attempt to set me up with him. I’ve heard that grand plan. But I wouldn’t touch that giant sack of flesh if it were the last person on Earth. I promise you that.” I sit up and feel my way around the floor, grabbing bits of clothing as I go.

  “Tory, you need to be careful, even with Haunch. Any wrong move and this,” he places a hand securely on my belly as I button my shirt back up. “This could be over with one wrong move. We both have to be careful.”

  My mind stops in its tracks. If he is going to give me warnings, I have to know more. “What is going to happen to us, Anton?”

  “I’ve got a plan, Tory. I just need you to hold on. Lay low. Don’t let anyone, even April, know about your pregnancy. We both know that your dad is not going to be cool with this. If he finds out before my plan is ready, we’re both in deep shit.”

  I know he’s right, but I still reach out to him to say, “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go back there.”

  He takes my hand and places his lips to my palm, kissing it gently. He then hands me the backpack near his feet and stands to place it on and over my shoulders. His arms circle me from behind, bringing me into him closer. “You just need to survive and keep our baby safe. I’ll do the rest. We’ll be together again soon.”

  “When, Anton? I just need a date, a time, something.”

  He turns me around as I reach my arms around his long neck. My head rests upon his his chest and breathes in his skin as he sighs deeply. “Soon. I can’t tell you when. But I’ll get a message to you when the time is right. In the meantime, we both have places to go, things to do. Promise me that you’ll be safe, and if you need me, you’ll call or text me -- no matter what it takes to get to a phone.”

  “I promise.”

  Anton leads me towards the door and peeks his head out first. I remain behind, waiting for the all-clear. When he comes back to the room, he kisses me once more and pulls me into him for one last embrace. His face lingers in my hair as I feel his breath hot against my skin. I whisper through my tears, “I love you. I love you.”

  But he doesn’t reply. Words fail both of us as we try to not think of what awaits us on the other side of that door..

  Chapter 22: Solitude

  She’s carrying my baby.

  Wow. I mean, Jesus H. Christ, I never, ever even came close to imagining I would get to say that. Having kids -- that was for family men, guys who knew what mothers and fathers were and did. Bastards like me didn’t get a chance at happiness like this. Every part of my insides felt like it was slowly going to burst from the inside out the more I thought about Tory’s belly swelling, a crib in my apartment, a Christmas card like the ones in movies I’ve seen.

  Everything’s perfect. And everything’s not. Who am I kidding? The moment she walked out of that door and into the bed of her friend’s truck, everything clicked into motion. I wasn’t just bearing the burden of my own life, I now had two to worry about. And sending Tory away full-well knowing what was going to happen to her when she got back home only made the clock tick faster.

  I don’t have time to mess this up. As soon as that red truck pulls out of the parking lot, Tory’s head just sticking out of the top, I am off. I quickly dial up Leo back at the HQ. When he answers, I can tell he isn’t alone. His voice is muted, totally unemotional.

  “Leo,” I say in a low, even voice. “I need you to do me a favor.”

  “I’m at work.” He answers shortly. In the background, I can clearly hear Clay Walsh talking to someone else. There’s something about “connections” and “orders,” but the details are lost in the dull hum of Leo’s phone.

  “I know you’re at work, but this is important. I need it done within the next two or three hours. You got me?” I’m trying to make my intentions clear, but it’s hard to tell when you’re talking to a wall.

  “I will see what I can do…”

  “I need the address of Arie Santiago, the Senator’s Road Captain. He and I go back, and he should be willing to meet with me. If we’re right and Walsh is working with the Senators, then he would have known about it and his details should be somewhere on your computer in HQ.”

  There’s a long pause as I struggle to hear what’s going on, but it’s all blank. Finally, he returns to phone and says exasperated, “I’ll try to get you scripts when I get a break, Grandpa.”

  “Leo…”

  “I’ll talk to you later. I’ll send you a text when I got it.” That’s my answer. He’s going to do it. My heart flutters and a rush of blood flows to my head as I clap my hands against one another. I hang up the phone quickly and walk out the door of the Sunset Bar as fast as I can go.

  I pass the next couple hours riding my bike around the back alley’s, far away from Desert Knight or Senator’s territory. The last thing I want to do is grab attention or raise some alarm bells. But as I pass the turn off for Tory’s street, I can’t help but circle around. I know Walsh isn’t home. He’s with Leo and most likely Brandon. This is the best time I’ve got to just get a peek to make sure she made it home without Haunch tattling on her.

  But by the look of it, no one’s home. No lights on, no sounds coming from the windows, and everything’s locked up tight. Even Maureen, Walsh’s wife, is nowhere to be seen, and she’s always there -- another captor in the Walsh jail. While I’d give anything to know she’s alright, I take this opportunity to leave her a message, something to get her through the night.

  I park my bike just outside a neighbor’s yard, behind a few neatly manicured hedges about my height. In the cover, I reach behind me and pull a small notebook and marker I usually use for writing notes and details on runs from my sack. In my messy, rough, and smeared handwriting, I jot down a few words and then rip the paper from the rings. Folding it up in four, I place it in my pocket and then make the trek back to the Walsh house.

  Scaling the tree the second time in the crisp daylight is much easier than I had thought. The wide branches make it easy for me to reach over toward her window. Balancing my stomach on one of the limbs, I am just able to stick the folded note through the bottom crack. It was just out of sight that no one, other than her, could spot it.

  I climb down deftly, careful not to disturb the tree too much. While I don’t think Clay Walsh to be a smart man, I know him to be an observant one, and sneaking up and down a tree leading right to his daughter’s bedroom was bound to le
ave a trail if I just hopped down and raced off. Instead, I snaked down, uncaring if my shirt gets torn a bit or my new boots get small scuffs from the rough bark.

  As I make my way back to the bike’s hiding place, my phone buzzes against my leg. It’s the text I’ve been waiting for for hours now. It’s only one line long -- an address. I click on the blue, underlined link and pull up a map that puts me directly in Senator territory. I’ve lived in this area my entire life, and I’ve never set a foot into that hood. No Desert Knight would dare. But at this point, it was already life or death.

  I count the minutes as my bike speeds off towards the GPS coordinates. Getting through the highway is not possible with the Knights on runs, so I take regular street routes. It draws more attention from civilians, but there’s a lower chance of seeing club members on duty. Still, I pass a few bikers, guys I don’t recognize immediately, and my skin prickles and the hairs on my neck raise instinctively.

  No one’s eyeing me, but as I make the last turn onto the off-road where the address is taking me, I start to feel as if something is following me. A scan in my rearview mirror tells me that, a few cars behind me, is a black SUV swerving side to side as if trying to spot something. I speed up a bit and watch as the SUV overtakes another car, completely speeding through a yellow to get closer.