Save Me (Taken Series Book 1)

by Cannavina, Whitney

  I didn’t say a word as he threw the dress at me. Just as I caught it before it hit my face Jeremy was pressed against me. He moved fast and quiet and I had no chance to react before he grabbed me by the back of the head and crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was urgent and lust filled with a tinge of anger. My stomach dropped, the vomit coated my throat as it tried to make its way up. I wanted to fight but I knew what would happen if I did so I let him kiss me. I didn’t respond, just let him do what he wanted. I stood still as a statue waiting for him to end my torture. Finally after what felt like eternity he pulled back and stared into my eyes probably searching for some sort of reaction from me but I’ve learned to hide my emotions leaving my face blank.

  “God you have no idea how much I want you right now but we don’t have time. Hurry up my love. I want you downstairs in thirty minutes so I may prepare you for their arrival.” I nod and hope that he doesn’t change his mind as he stands there with a contemplative look in his eyes. It’s a look of indecision. The indecision of raping me, or the indecision of bringing me out for company, I didn’t know. I just hoped he didn’t decide to say fuck it and rape me. I can deal with company but I couldn’t deal with rape and company, especially if the company can’t help me.

  Touching my cheek lightly as if we were lovers instead of victim and rapist, he leans in and captures my mouth again sweetly this time before stepping back and leaving without another word. I wait a few minutes just to make sure he doesn’t storm back in before finally taking a look at the dress he threw at me.

  The dress is short and shimmery grey. It looks so short that I’m afraid that while I wear it I won’t be able to bend over without someone being able to see everything underneath. It looks like it would fit snuggly on my slim body with thin straps that cross on the back. It’s sexy and reminds me of something one would wear to a club and Jeremy wants me to wear it for company. What does he plan to do with me while his company is here? Why would he put me in such a revealing dress just for company? Is there more than one person coming? Is it not just company but a party? Does that mean there will be more people who can possibly help me escape? I hope for my sake that that’s the case.

  I strip and throw the dress on quickly in hopes that he doesn’t barge in while I’m naked and decide to take advantage of the situation. Once the dress is on I smooth it down my body and decide that’s all that needs to be done. No reason to doll myself up for Jeremy when I don’t even want to be here. If he doesn’t like it oh well. This is all I can give him. I stand in the middle the room and wait for him to collect me.

  I stand and wait deep in thought. Thoughts of freedom and thoughts of my future. If I could get out of here then I would. I would run back to my family. I would run to my freedom and I would make sure that Jeremy gets put away for the rest of his life. That’s the least he deserves for killing Forrest. He deserves so much more than that but I couldn’t give him the pain I wish he should endure for all that he’s done to our lives. To my life.

  As I dream of a brighter future for myself, big man, AKA Jeremy’s guard, knocks before entering. “Let’s go. Boss man is waiting for you.” Of course he is. I don’t answer as he waits holding the door open for me to walk through. I don’t move right away dreading and yet anticipating this night. My nerves are on high alert as my breathing starts to accelerate. I shake my arms to get myself more relaxed, crack my neck, and take a deep breath closing my eyes and pray that I can escape tonight.

  “Ok.” I walk stiffly through the door avoiding getting close to the guard as I step through and pad to the end of the hall. My bare feet cause a light thump with every step I make closer to the stairs that head to the foyer. Once there, I grab hold of the banister at the top of the stairs and take another deep breath before gliding down. The guard isn’t far behind as his footsteps cause a louder thump drowning mine out. When I reach the bottom I look towards the dining room and kitchen seeing no one and then towards the living room. Jeremy sits in his leather chair smoking a cigar and drinking some golden liquid in a decanter. Probably scotch since he favors the sweat, rich flavor.

  I head towards him walking across the tiled floor making my feet slap with every step alerting him of my presence. Slowly he takes a sip from his glass before setting it down next to him and snubbing out his cigar in the ashtray. He rises to full height fixing his suit jacket and smiles at me as his eyes roam my body from the top of my head to my bare feet igniting a cold chill to take hold of my body as the heat in his eyes turned molten.

  “You look sinful. I want to devour you right here, right now.” Saying the last word on a growl. “Come to me.” I had stopped in the large open entrance of the living room in hopes that I wouldn’t have to go in just yet to no avail. I walk to stand in front of Jeremy and wait for my next instructions.

  “I want you to stand on the table while our guests arrive. I don’t want you to say a word or move an inch or I promise you that you will regret it. You think what has happened so far was bad, but you have no idea. I will scar you in every way imaginable if tonight doesn’t go smoothly and that means that whatever happens you need to do as you’re told.” Fear shot up my spine and made me wish that I was anywhere but here. Whatever happens tonight I know I won’t like but I hope it won’t be as bad as what he says he plans to do to me if I disobey. Survival of the fittest they always say and as much as I want to die I don’t want to be alive and in pain and I know I will be in excruciating pain.

  I don’t say anything. There’s no need to because I know my place. I may not have been here for long but I know what happens when I disobey and it’s not something I want to happen. I wait for him to finish all that he has to say with my eyes cast down. Nothing is said though and I think that means to go to my place but he stops me as I start to back away by grabbing my waist.

  “Not yet. Let me enjoy you a little longer while I have you alone.”

  Pulling me close against his body I can feel his erection and I so badly want to step away. One hand slides into my hair tilting my head back so I’m looking at the ceiling as the hand on my waist roves my curves. Sliding up my side and cupping my breast, squeezing it before twisting my nipple, it takes all my power not to knee him in the balls while vomiting. I can feel his erection grow and strain against his slacks pushing into my stomach with need. While he gropes my breasts Jeremy tilts my head to the side so he can lick and suck on my neck.

  “God you taste like sweet honey. So good.” I want him to stop. I want him to let me go and find someone else to have his way with besides me. Someone who wants this and isn’t forced to endure his sexual needs and wants.

  He continue to suck on my neck, no doubt leaving his mark for others to see while his hand stops groping my breasts to slide down my middle heading to forbidden territory. I close my eyes hoping he won’t touch me there but the closer he gets the more I realize that my wish won’t be granted. Reaching under my dress finding the only barrier saving me from his touch, that barrier gets obliterated. Hooking two fingers between my pussy and the panties he grips them before ripping them from my body causing a slight burn as the barrier tries to stay before ultimately snapping.

  “No need for these tonight.” What did he mean by that?

  His fingers fumble to slide between my folds but there’s no moisture for him to slide through. This isn’t what I want and I am in no way turned on making me as dry as the Sahara desert. The force of his intrusion into my tight channel burns and hurts, not in a pleasurable way as he forces one finger then two, sliding in and out trying to make me wet. It’s no use but he doesn’t care. He never cared if it felt good to me or if I even wanted it as he continues to rape me with his fingers.

  “Your pussy is so tight. So good. I want my cock in you so bad. Later my love. Later I’ll be inside you.” He whispers in my ear with deep rooted lust just as he pulls his fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste my essence closing his eyes in ecstasy.

  “Mmm. So delicious. Go my love and stand on the ta
ble.” Letting me go I turn to walk over just before he smacks my ass in a playful gesture. I ignore it and walk to the coffee table in the middle of the room. A three piece leather couch sits directly in front of it as a love seat sits on one end opposite Jeremy’s chair. I stand in the middle and wait knowing this will be a long torturous night and knowing that the company he plans to have will most likely be able to see up my dress.

  Jeremy takes a seat and waits, resuming puffing on his cigar that he relit and sipping on his scotch. We wait in silence hearing the ice clink in the glass every time he pulls for a drink. The smoke from the cigar fills the room with a woodsy scent. The clock ticks with every second bringing me closer to hell or freedom. No way of knowing until the company arrives, where my fate lies after tonight.

  The chiming of the doorbell causes me to jump nearly falling off the table just barely catching myself. Jeremy raises an eyebrow at my clumsiness before getting up and heading to the bar in the corner filling his glass with more alcohol then resuming a standing position in front of his seat. The guard from my room let whoever was at the door in and escorted the two jovial men to where we waited. They laughed at something that was said before stopping just inside the room to gawk at me. Were they surprised to see me there or were they wondering why he had me in the first place?

  “Hey J. So a little eye candy for us tonight? She’s a looker. Do I get a turn with her?” The skinny man with the light laugh and dark brown hair looked at me with interest making me realize this night is going to be a night of hell.

  I glanced at Jeremy hoping he’s say no I’m not up for play but he just smiled. Fucking smiled. What the hell does that mean? Does he plan to let them use me? As much as I hate him raping me I would much rather it be just him then have others take a turn at me too.

  “Always wanting to taste the merchandise? Would you gentlemen like a drink?”

  “Scotch neat.” The skinny man said.

  “Same for me.” Jeremy nodded to the second man who was big and bulky. He looked like a body guard with how massive his shoulders and chest were. He also looked ruthless and a little crazy. He scared me.

  “Take a seat gentlemen. Let’s get down to business.” Both men strode with confidence to the couch positioned in front of me. The each took their seat on opposite ends leaning back to get more comfortable all while never taking their eyes off me. I knew the moment they found me bare under my dress as their eyes turned heated and they both glanced at each other before zeroing in on my pussy. I was mortified and disgusted as their lust rolled off them in waves as they likely thought of touching me sexually. I chose to look straight ahead soon after not wanting to know what other thoughts raced in their minds as they licked their lips in want.

  “Now since the boss is no longer alive I’m in control. I will be the one you answer to for any and all business. You need girls for prospective buyers, you tell me and I’ll provide them. You need money for transfer, you call me. All I need from you is keeping our clients happy and sell, sell, sell. I want more buyers, more money and more girls. Without the girls, there are no buyers. Without the buyers there is no money. Without the money, you dumb fucks are dead. You got me?”

  Both men I assume took their attention off me to give Jeremy their full attention. I was grateful they weren’t focused on me as I focused on what Jeremy was saying. So I guess he killed the boss. I guess that means the one who supposedly wanted me is dead. I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse. He could have been worse than Jeremy and beat me and raped me more or he could have been a better owner and treated me with respect but I doubt it because they are all bastards to be in this business.

  “We got you.” Both men grumbled at the same time.

  “Good. Now that business is over I thought we’d have some fun.” I gulped. This didn’t sound so good for me. What does he mean by fun? Fear took hold and I started to tremble with the urge to sprint. As much as I wanted to though, I knew I couldn’t. If I did I would get it worse later. Maybe he doesn’t mean me. Maybe he wants to play pool. There’s a pool table behind where Jeremy is seated. Please let him mean pool.

  “I was hoping you’d share.” One of the men said huskily. Fuck. He didn’t mean pool. This can’t be happening. It just can’t. I need to run. I need to hide. I need to escape.

  “Sierra. Step off and go lay on the pool table.” This is my chance. He won’t expect it. I’ll walk to the pool table and then take off. I can make it to the front door. As long as I get through I can run and find a way to escape.

  I slowly step off, praying this works. It has to work because I couldn’t handle all of them raping me. I walk by Jeremy not making eye contact as I pass. Once I make it to the table I turn to see the guys all still seated and I take my chance. I sprint out of the room heading for the front door. I can hear them shout as they try to scramble out of their seats to get to me but their too late. Just as I reach for the door someone grabs me by my waste hauling me against their large body easily deflecting my escape.

  I scream and kick, flailing my arms and legs trying to connect only I never do. I try to head butt the man but miss hitting just his chest. Scratching does nothing and I feel my freedom swiftly being taken away.

  “Bring the bitch back. We’ll just tie her up since she wants to be so feisty. I love a girl who fights me but it’s not just me tonight.” Jeremy laughs and the other men join in.

  “NO!!! Let me go you bastard! Please don’t do this. Please!” I cry and scream still kicking and flinging my arms as the guard who caught me carries me back to the room.

  “Tsk, tsk. I told you earlier if you tried anything that I was going to punish you worse. It will have to wait though seeing as your dessert for these gentlemen.”

  The men both have threatening smiles on their faces as they watch the spectacle before them. Jeremy stalks towards me as I am placed on the pool table while the guard holds me down.

  “I guess that means you’ll be tied up for the fun. That’s ok. Bondage is a major turn on.” He laughs again.

  “No please. I won’t run. I promise. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

  “Too late. You chose your fate.” I screamed at the top of my lungs stopping short as Jeremy backhands me making me see stars and my vision to blur. My jaw hurts and I think he chipped a tooth. I whimper while the tears slide down my cheeks all the while Jeremy takes rope from the cabinet holding the pool sticks and starts to loop them through the corners of the table pockets and around my ankles effectively spreading my legs apart leaving me vulnerable. Once done, he moves onto my wrists raising my arms above my head. I have nowhere to go, no way to move and no way of escape. I am effectively trapped and am about to be raped by three men. I’m in hell and there is nobody who can save me now. I’ll be ruined. I’ll come out broken.

  “Let’s get this party started shall we?” And it begins.

  Chapter 12

  Jeremy

  Two weeks I’ve made love to her. Two weeks I’ve tasted, touched and claimed Sierra’s body as my own. Yet she still fears me. Still cries, begs and pleas for me to leave her alone. Why doesn’t she want me? I thought we were perfect for each other. I know she’s perfect for me. There’s no doubt in my mind she was made for me yet she has no want for me. I just don’t understand and it’s pissing me off.

  I’ve cut out her family so they can’t taint her mind against me. I’ve taken her from her friends to avoid jealousy and taunts for the forbidden love of a teacher and student. I’ve even killed the only man in my way to claiming her heart and left him in a pool of his own blood. There should be no reason for her to flinch when I come near or when I touch her. Her tears should shed of happiness not despair. Her pleas should be for more pleasure, not to stop or leave her alone. Her begging increases with every thrust in her tight, slick pussy but not to go deeper or push harder. No. Her begs are for me to not touch her or to stop finding pleasure in her sinful body.

  I just can’t take it anymore. The punishment she endu
res for every tear, for every plea to not touch her goes straight to my heart like a jagged knife because it does nothing but make things worse yet I can’t help it. She needs to be punished for her refusal of me. She needs to learn that she cannot keep getting away with telling me no and to stop. I’ve devised a plan to teach her a lesson. I will show her what a true bastard I could be. I will show her that my love for her and her body are what women dream of. I plan to do that with the help of my associates. She’ll find out what true pain is. There will be no escape from me after this. She’ll beg me to take her every night instead of taking her punishment and soon after she will feel pleasure with me, not disgust.

  Just thinking of her sweet pussy causes my cock to throb with intense need for release. God how I want her. But tonight is not about me. It’s about teaching her a lesson. I will have her right where I want her after this. There is no doubt she will be grateful to me after our activities I have planned.

  “King.” My voice flows through the line with authority.

  “Jeremy. What can I do for you? About to go into a business deal with a prospective buyer. Let’s keep this short.” Good. We need more buyers. This company will grow faster than when my uncle ran it. Now that I’m the new head of our black market company, things will move smoothly and efficiently. I’ve got ideas that my uncle always shot down but he’s no longer here to tell me no.

  “We have business to discuss. Bring Tank. There are some changes to be made but it’s not just a business meeting. I have a little…gift for you gentleman. Be here at six.” I hang up not waiting for a response knowing that they won’t be late.

  Cracking my neck from side to side I take a look at my watch. Four o’clock. Perfect. Plenty of time to get home, get ready, and make sure Sierra looks delectable for tonight. It’s going to be one hell of a party.

  Having taken leave from my coaching job at the high school due to allegations of kidnap have taken their toll on me. I’m ready to get back to work. I need to make sure nobody is on my trail. I need to make sure I am no longer looked at as a suspect in everyone’s eyes. I’ve proven my innocence when they ransacked my house after someone claimed to have seen Sierra ride off in my car. They found no evidence to show I had anything to do with her.