Taken By the Force

by Lyla Sinclair

  I didn’t want to take that chance.

  I thought I heard a siren in the distance. If I could stall for a few more seconds, maybe—

  One of them kicked me in the stomach and I doubled over. The intense pain echoed through my body. Bile burned at the base of my throat.

  “Are you vork here?” another said. It sounded like that guy was newer to the English language than Byron and Viktar, but at the moment, all I could see was legs. “Do you,” I said, trying to stall for time. The sirens got a bit louder.

  One of them said something in Russian and the same leg kicked me in the chest. I guess they told him I was correcting his grammar.

  I felt the gun barrel press against my head. “Do you vork here?” another voice said.

  The adrenaline had drained out of me. All I could feel was fear and anticipation of a bullet slicing through my brain, just like it had Danny’s. I had to decide. Die now or take a chance with Andrea’s life? Her angel face and sweet blue eyes flashed through my mind. I couldn’t risk her.

  I swallowed hard. “I’m a co—“

  “Bow down to your Mistress!” The voice was loud and clear and seemed to come from everywhere at once.

  The thugs startled and looked around in confusion. I had a chance to look up at them and identify one as either Byron or Viktar. I became aware of multiple sirens blaring around us.

  The crooks scattered as I grabbed the chosen one around the legs and took him down. I jumped on him before he could recover, gave him a fist to the face, then smashed his gun hand against the pavement until he released his weapon.

  I could hear cops shouting all around me and knew they couldn’t tell me from a bad guy, so I stood with my hands up and kicked the crook’s gun and mine away from us.

  “I’m LAPD,” I said as soon as a uniform came close. “This guy shot my partner. There’s an unarmed female civilian inside.”

  I guess I sounded like a cop because the uniform relaxed and let me show him ID.

  “Don’t hurt him! He’s a cop! He’s a cop!”

  I turned and saw my sweatpants in a blur, hightailing it toward us. Andrea threw her arms around me. “I’m sorry!” she said. “I’m so sorry! I was watching you and Kenny. I forgot to keep an eye on the other guys!”

  I didn’t know how to tell her that feeling her bodacious tits pressed against my chest was apology enough for me—probably for any guy.

  “You did great, Andy. You saved your brother and that announcement was just in the nick of time.” As she held me tightly, I looked around and counted six guys in handcuffs. “And we got the bad guys.”

  A whimper vibrated through her and she started to shake. I pulled her face back so I could look into her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks. “Everything’s okay,” I said.

  She buried her face in my chest again, still shaking. I leaned down as close to her ear as I could. “You know? You’re the smartest stripper I’ve ever kidnapped.” She shook harder and I realized she was laughing.

  She leaned back and gazed up at me. Even wearing my sweats, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  “Do you know that I was every bit as scared for you as I was for Kenny?” she asked. “What do think that means?”

  I remembered the moment I’d made the decision to let them shoot me rather than risk her life any further. “I know exactly what it means,” I said.

  A suit approached us. “I’m Detective Vionetti,” he said. “Could you two explain what happened here?”

  *****

  Andrea

  Rick had talked the cops into letting us give our formal statements in the morning, but meanwhile, we’d had a practice run with Kenny. Joe had shown up for work to find cops everywhere—his worst nightmare—and the club was closed down for the night.

  Joe kept throwing me grateful glances, since I’d left out the part about him turning me into the Asaj Mistress. Rick and I also left out the whole kidnapping story and Joe didn’t ask any questions. We simply told Kenny that Rick had come looking for Anastasya, who was the girlfriend of one of the men who shot Rick’s partner, and the mobsters showed up to rob the place.

  I’d had one more shock in the parking lot after the cops came, when they opened a trunk to find Anastasya Petrova—alive and majorly pissed off. It seems that when she’d refused to help her ex-boyfriend and his brother, they’d held her against her will, taken her cash card and insisted she tell them where they could find more money. She knew there was a safe with money in it at the club. They threw her in the trunk to bring her along in case she was lying.

  Once we’d finished recapping the events and commenting how we were all lucky to be alive, exhaustion set in. Kenny was the first to throw in the towel because he was on crutches and it was his first day out of the hospital.

  “I need to get some sleep. Do you want to come home with me, Andy?” he asked.

  I’d been hoping Rick and I could get some alone time together. “No, I’ll be fine,” I said.

  “But after what’s happened, I don’t want you to be alone.”

  “She won’t. I’ll stay here with her,” Rick said.

  “Yeah.” I must have been smiling from ear to ear. “What he said.”

  Kenny eyed Rick suspiciously. Maybe we were giving away the fact that we knew each other a little better than we claimed. “I don’t know, Andy, I—“

  “He saved your life, Kenny.”

  “So I have to give him my sister?”

  I laughed. “No, I’m giving him your sister,” I replied.

  Joe’s eyebrows went up. Kenny waved his hands around in surrender. “Okay, I don’t want to know and I’m too tired to argue. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “I’ll help you get to your car,” Joe said. “Good night, Andrea.” His eyes shifted from Rick to me to Rick again. “And goodnight, Detective. Thanks for saving my boy here.” He opened the door for Kenny and helped him hobble from the room.

  “Yeah,” I said, turning to Rick. “Thanks for saving my brother. He’s kind of a goof sometimes, but—”

  “He’s your brother.”

  “My twin, in fact.”

  “You two are twins?” Rick wore the same surprised expression everyone got when they found out Kenny and I were twins. We didn’t look shockingly different, so I always assumed it was the personalities.

  “Yeah, but don’t be getting any ideas,” I said. “I know you men and your twin fantasies.”

  Rick laughed and pulled me against him.

  His cell phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D., released me and answered quickly.

  I went into the closet in the safe room to see if there was anything I could put on that would make me look any better than Rick’s clothes did. There wasn’t. I really needed to do some shopping.

  “Andy!” Rick said.

  I stepped out to the office and his face held a brightness I hadn’t seen on him before.

  “Danny woke up! My partner—”

  “Really?”

  “This morning. And he’s already made progress. He recognizes his wife and he’s talking.” Rick looked down at his phone as if he was making sure he hadn’t imagined the call. “I thought he was gone.”

  “I’m so glad he’s—”

  Rick pulled me to him. He squeezed me tightly and held me like that for a good, long while.

  “Have you got a shower?” he finally asked.

  “I’ve got everything,” I said. I led him by the hand into my safe room. I pushed the button and the door closed.

  Rick invited me to shower with him, then insisted I act out the same shower scene I’d teased him with back at the apartment.

  Afterward, I stretched out on the bed naked while he shaved with one of my brand new razors. He stepped into the bedroom, drying his face with a towel. Another was wrapped around his waist.

  His eyes skimmed my body. “You’re right,” he said. “This place has everything a man could want.”

  “Oh, if you’re hungry, there’s some foo
d in the fridge and a microwave right over there.”

  “You know, I can be kind of a picky eater, but I like to try everything once.” He had a sly smile on his face as he approached the bed. “And it just occurred to me, I’ve never tasted accountant.”

  What I intended as a chuckle, came out as a giggle.

  “Well, now you’re just irresistible.” He crawled up from the foot of the bed, pushing my legs apart as he did.

  “You’re not going to torture me and leave me hanging again, are you?”

  He slid his palms under my ass and squeezed, causing me an involuntary pelvic thrust. He took advantage of my position, holding me high as his mouth closed in over my pussy.

  “Ohhhh!” I moaned when he made contact. He pushed his tongue in and wiggled it around on my clit. It tickled and sent pleasure waves through me at the same time. I giggled again. “More.”

  “Did I ever tell you I love the sound of your voice?” he asked.

  My heart squeezed. I usually got “tit” comments or nothing at all. “Well, keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll hear a lot more of it.”

  He swirled his tongue inside my pussy lips until I was about to explode, then stopped.

  “Please,” I said. “Don’t stop.”

  He plunged his tongue inside me several times in a fucking motion. I sucked in three staccato breaths and couldn’t let them out until he ran his tongue up my clit and I sighed in relief. His lips locked on and he sucked gently. A little harder and I would come.

  He stopped. “Andy?” he said. It was nice how that nickname already sounded normal coming from his mouth, but damn it, he was driving me crazy.

  “What?” I exclaimed.

  “I’ll let you come if you tell me something.”

  I lifted my head and gave him a dirty look, then dropped onto the pillow. “You evil fucking bastard from hell!”

  He burst out laughing. “I can’t believe those words came out of that angel face.”

  “What now?” I asked with exasperation.

  “Promise me you’ll come with me this weekend to L.A. Your brother owns this place. I’m sure you can get a long weekend. Maybe a week.”

  “I just started the job.”

  “But you saved his life. Surely, he’ll be grateful.” He dipped his tongue between my pussy lips, barely skimming my clit.

  “Yes, yes. I’ll come with you to L.A.!” I practically yelled.

  “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He latched onto my clit and sucked as he slipped a finger inside me, hitting exactly the right spot.

  I was slammed by a double whammy orgasm that came from my clit and pussy at the same time. Wave after wave of liquid electricity pulsed through my body.

  “Oh God, Rick,” was the last intelligible thing that came out of my mouth.

  When the jolts stopped and I finally took a deep breath, Rick moved up, pressing his chest against mine. Holding a little of his weight on his elbows, he pulled a stray strand of hair from my face and smoothed it back with a gentle caress.

  “You have the sweetest face I’ve ever seen,” he said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

  “No, I’ve mostly gotten boob comments.”

  “They are hard to ignore,” he said as he maneuvered his cock to the entrance of my pussy. “But I’ve seen it all and there’s really not a bad spot on you.”

  As he entered me, tears sprung into the corners of my eyes. I felt truly beautiful for the first time in my life, and I wasn’t hiding myself or parading around in the Mistress’s clothes. I was just me, Andrea Pearson. I was beautiful and I was with the man of my dreams.

  As he stretched and filled me, I smoothed my hands over him from his hair down to his gorgeous tight ass, glad the handcuffs were gone this time—although I thought we might want to play a little more cop and stripper sometime in the future.

  He groaned and his thrusts quickened. My eyes were closed from the ecstasy of having him all over me, inside me.

  “Mistress?” Rick murmured.

  My eyes flew open. “Hmmm?”

  “I’d kidnap you all over again.”

  “You can kidnap me anytime,” I said, as I met him thrust for thrust. His fingers intertwined with mine as he kissed me for a long time.

  Then, suddenly his movements got more intense. His fingers squeezed into mine as his cock slammed into me harder and faster. My mind went fuzzy, my body nearly exploding from the heat.

  Rick stiffened and groaned out part of my name. He took in a shaky breath, then shuddered over me.

  And, I couldn’t help but go with him…wherever he took me.

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