Prisoned Series Box Set

by Marni Mann

  “I can’t believe this,” she whispered.

  That made two of us.

  She was staring at the bed, her tiny frame gently swaying back and forth. “How could you think I was trying to hide something from you? I’ve been nothing but honest the whole time I’ve been here.” She looked up, and the pain in her face fucking stabbed me. “I’m not shady. The fact that you thought that”—her voice was so soft—“it kills me.”

  “Prove me wrong then.”

  She took a few deep breaths. “This morning was the first time I’ve felt strong enough to go for a walk. I just wanted to get out and check out Bangkok. All I’ve seen is this brothel and the alleys I took to get here the night I arrived.” I could tell that memory caused her some pain. “So, I wandered and came across a market. The clothing they sold was so beautiful, and I saw something I wanted to buy for you, but I didn’t have any money. Anyway, there was this men’s shirt, and it reminded me of one my old roommate used to wear—the one from India I told you about. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to him…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes left me. I watched her drift to a place where her frown started to lift. “I miss him, Huck. So much. And I just wanted to talk to him, but I couldn’t call him from the phone you had given me because I forgot to charge it the night before, and it was dead. So, I went to the first store I found and asked them to use their phone.”

  I stared at her.

  At her eyes.

  I read them.

  “If you don’t believe me, go into my room, and check my phone. You’ll see it’s plugged in, and the battery is still very low. It’s only been charging since I got back.”

  During her walk, I’d checked the signal of her cell. There was none. So, I knew it was either turned off or dead. I didn’t doubt that it was in her room, charging right now. She wouldn’t have made that up when it would be easy for me to go in and look.

  “You still lied,” I said.

  “Because I told you I had no one back in the States to call for help?”

  I nodded.

  “Varij, whom we nicknamed Daddy in college—a long story that involves lots of alcohol—doesn’t live in the States. He’s in Toronto.” Her stare bounced between my eyes. “He’s all I have, Huck. There is no one else for me to call. He’s my best friend, and I love him. Not in the way it sounds,” she clarified, “I just mean, I care about him so much.”

  The search I had run on her showed the apartments in New York she had lived in, but none of them were listed with a roommate. That didn’t mean anything; roommates often went undocumented.

  It also didn’t mean I trusted her.

  “I wouldn’t lie to you,” she said. “Not ever and especially not after everything you’ve done for me. I don’t take your generosity for granted. I appreciate every second of it.”

  I continued to read her eyes. They showed me nothing.

  “You’d better not lie to me.” I didn’t need to threaten. The sound of my voice told her I wasn’t playing around.

  She grinned as she took several steps forward and grabbed my hand. “I won’t; don’t worry.” She put my fingers on her navel and started moving them toward her tits. “I touched your snake. I fingered my pussy. I’ve done everything you asked. What more do I need to do to get you to take your clothes off?”

  She still wanted to fuck me.

  I didn’t have to trust her to give her my cock.

  “Mmm,” I growled as I reached out and pulled her body against mine. Her skin was so warm, and I could smell her sweetness. “Are you sure you want my dick?”

  After what had happened, I needed to hear the words again.

  “God, yes. I want you to fuck me.”

  Thirty-Three

  Arin

  I wanted Huck to fuck me.

  And I needed it right now.

  I was tired of discussing my walk and the things Huck thought I was lying about.

  He was unsure of me. He didn’t trust me yet. That was fine.

  At least now I knew that he cared enough to have one of his security guards follow me. If I were just any girl who had arrived in a boat, I doubted he’d take the same measures.

  Oh, Huck. The things you won’t say to me, but I wish you would.

  I held his hand against my stomach and gradually ran it to the bottom of my breasts and down to the top of my pussy. I did it again, this time going a little further, so he brushed my nipple and swept my clit. On the third trip, I forced him to squeeze my nipple, immediately releasing it so that I could bring him down a final time. I pressed my finger on top of his and used both to circle my clit.

  “Mmm,” I moaned.

  I’d been thinking about this from the moment he met me at the stairs.

  I craved it.

  I would do almost anything for it.

  I had.

  And I was finally getting it.

  He pulled his hand away, clenched my waist, and lifted me into the air. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” he hissed, carrying me to the bed and placing me on top of it.

  As I got comfortable, I heard the sound of his zipper, and I watched it slowly move down. The top of his jeans were now open, revealing his boxer briefs. So many cords of muscles rippled as he worked his shirt off. They weren’t just in his arms and chest. He had fully defined abs and a V that disappeared as it cut to his groin. As his jeans hit the floor, I saw that his legs were just as chiseled. And definitely as delicious.

  My God.

  The snake tattoos still shocked me every time I saw them. I didn’t know that I’d ever get used to them. Not that it mattered. I probably wouldn’t be here for more than a few weeks. That would give me just enough time to memorize his perfect body, so when I returned to New York, I could think about it when I touched myself.

  And think about the way he touched me.

  His chest and those huge, strong arms.

  The way his beard felt against my skin.

  His smell.

  His snakes.

  It was hard to believe this man was single.

  When I’d rubbed his jeans not long ago, I had felt the outline of his dick. My fingers had even grazed over the tip of it. But it was nothing compared to actually seeing it.

  Long and thick with a mushroom crown and a vein that ran underneath toward his shortly trimmed dark hair.

  It was beautiful.

  When I looked up, he was smiling at me.

  He’d caught me.

  I didn’t care.

  He was so damn handsome.

  His looks weren’t the kind that would immediately catch your attention. They were more like a slow burn. And, when his personality came through, that made him even sexier. His mysteriousness made his eyes pop. His sharpness made his mouth erotic. The edge in his demeanor made him enticing.

  All of that was staring at me while he stood, frozen and naked, in front of his nightstand.

  “Are you stalling on purpose?” I asked.

  He smiled again as he reached inside the drawer and pulled out a condom that he dropped on the bed next to me. “I enjoy looking at you.”

  “You can do more than just look at me, Huck. You can be inside me.”

  He got onto the bed and straddled my waist, his hardness extending forward from his body, the small hole in the middle starting to bubble with pre-cum. It needed to be licked off with my tongue. I was sure he wanted that. I wanted it just as badly.

  He peered down at me, and I glanced between him and his cock. It was teasing me. Calling for me. I was waiting for his command, and I was sure he knew that. Each time I gazed from him to his crown, I took in more of his body. The muscles, the tightness of his skin as it stretched across them, the peaks and valleys between each.

  My mouth watered for all of it.

  “Suck it,” he ordered.

  I stared at him as I leaned forward and widened my lips to take in the head. His skin tasted so good. It was warmth and citrus and soap all mixed together, and I sipped it off him. To
cover his whole shaft, I fisted the bottom and rotated my mouth toward the middle.

  His hand gripped the back of my head to steer me. “That’s it,” he said. “Take it deep.” I could tell by his tone that it wasn’t an order or even words of encouragement. That was his way of telling me how well I was doing.

  With my other hand, I cupped his balls, collecting all the saliva that had dripped from my mouth, and I rubbed it on his sack. When I needed to swallow, I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently tickled it with my tongue.

  “Fuck,” Huck moaned as I moved to the other ball.

  I gave that one the same amount of sucking and caressing and returned to his cock. While I bobbed, he took the foil off the bed, tore off the corner with his teeth, and had it ready in his hand.

  Our eyes connected once more, and as I glided back on his dick, right before I dipped again, he popped his cock out of my mouth.

  I wasn’t done. Not even close.

  “You have a hell of a fucking tongue,” he said, unraveling the rubber over him, “but now, I want to use mine.” He backed up my body until my head hit the pillows, and his face disappeared between my legs. “Nice and wet.” He licked. “Just the way I want you to be.”

  I wrapped my hands around the sheet and clenched it between my fingers. I could barely breathe; he felt so good. The tip of his tongue was flicking across my clit, and I immediately felt the build. I’d been so close before he brought up the Daddy thing, and now, it was returning again.

  “Oh my God,” I groaned.

  He licked hard.

  He licked fast.

  Then, he licked much harder and much faster.

  Huck pushed my legs up, so my thighs rested against my breasts, and he sucked on my clit. Everything inside me was tightening. I couldn’t control how fast it was intensifying.

  “Come on my face, Arin.”

  “But—”

  He smacked my clit. “Now.”

  That was all I needed to hear.

  The orgasm came on quickly and rough. It took ahold of my insides and shook them to the point where I screamed. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t do anything besides ride the wave that was pulsing through my body.

  Just as it ended, I was filled again. This time, with Huck’s dick.

  And I screamed once more.

  His balls slapped against me, every inch of him now completely buried inside me. He was so big, so thick. He moved with such power that I swore another orgasm was working its way through.

  “You’re fucking tight,” he hissed, pushing on my shins, so my thighs stayed against my chest. That gave him full access to my pussy without any restriction, not even my legs to keep him from using all his strength.

  And he used all of it.

  The top of my skull slammed into the headboard as he rocked into me. He tried protecting my head with his hand, and I stopped him and said, “Harder.”

  He growled, pulling out just long enough to flip me onto my stomach. He moved in behind me before he thrust back in.

  “Oh my God.”

  “I knew you’d like this position,” he grunted. “It lets me in even deeper.”

  I’d thought I had all of him when I was on my back.

  I’d thought it had felt incredible.

  But I was wrong.

  So, so fucking wrong.

  Nothing had ever felt like this.

  He put his hand underneath me, slid it up to my nipple, and pinched it.

  “Huck…”

  “I know, baby. I can tell how good it feels.” He lifted my hips until the height forced me to get on my knees. “Stay just like that,” he said when my palms flattened on the bed. “It gives me more access to your body.”

  Baby.

  That word, his voice—it all made me quiver. So did the way his hands roamed over me, taking turns squeezing my nipples and rubbing my clit.

  It didn’t take long before I was on the verge again. Huck seemed to sense it because he drove into me even faster, his fingers circling my clit like his tongue had.

  “Let me hear it, Arin.”

  I took two breaths, and it was there, holding me hostage, owning the air that came into my lungs and the sensations that burst through my body. I gave him what he’d asked for, moaning so loud that I couldn’t hear his response.

  But I felt it.

  He pounded into me, making sure to give my clit enough friction and my nipples plenty of squeezing. And, just as the feelings started to leave, he flipped me again. He straddled my legs around his waist while he sat with his back against the headboard, and now, I was the one on top.

  “Ride me,” he ordered. I lifted up toward his tip, and he hissed, “I want your nails in my back. I want them digging so fucking hard, you make me bleed.”

  There were snakes on his back. Tons of them. Their heads and eyes and long bodies. And they were in all different colors on his skin.

  I’d gladly stab one.

  “Like that,” he told me as my nails pierced his flesh, “but harder.”

  I did what he’d asked and shifted back and forth over his cock, finding a rhythm for the both of us. He dipped his mouth and took one of my nipples between his teeth. He bit the back and sucked the front, and I found myself losing it all over again.

  Even though I was now the one in control, this man was nothing but pleasure.

  I wanted him to feel as good as I did.

  I wanted him to be making the sounds that were coming out of my mouth.

  So, I dug my nails in a bit harder, and I used that as leverage to rock, lift, and swivel, rock, lift, and swivel. I did it over and over. By the way he bit my nipple and squeezed the top of my clit, I knew it was working.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he groaned. Our eyes locked. “You’re trying to make me come.”

  “Yes.” I barely had the breath to say that much.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” His teeth bore down on my other nipple before he released it. “I wanted you to ride me until your cunt was too sore to get off again.”

  “I can’t, Huck.”

  His hands moved to my face, and he used them to bring me closer. His lips pressed down on mine where he dominated them for several seconds before he said, “I know you’re still healing.”

  I nodded, relived he understood. “I don’t want you to break me. I want you to fix me.”

  His gaze held mine so tightly, I felt it across my whole body. “You want me to be the one to do that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Arin,” he moaned. When he kissed me, this time, it was different. It wasn’t harsh and needy. It was soft. Simple. Just a press of his lips and an exhale over my cheeks.

  But it caused so many emotions.

  And my body shuddered from it.

  His fingers went into my hair, and he pulled until my entire neck was exposed, which he then kissed and licked and bit. “Look at me.” His lips hovered above mine. “Fuck me, so I can come.”

  I took a breath, hoping it would be enough to fuel my muscles, and stared into his eyes as I rode him as deep as my pussy could take it. He pushed back on his hands and tilted his cock forward, and I lengthened my strokes. It took everything I had. And, when I began to feel myself losing energy, his abs tightened, and his hips moved with me. He was going to come.

  “Kiss me,” he barked.

  I stopped stabbing his back and cupped his bearded face, and I tasted his lips.

  Each moan he released, each time it ended in, “Arin,” told me he was filling the condom with long, thick spurts of cum.

  And, when he grabbed my hips to still me, I knew he had finished.

  “Fuck, that felt good,” he said, his nose rubbing against my cheek. “Tell me you’re okay.”

  At this point, I wasn’t even sure how many orgasms I’d had. “I’m more than okay.”

  “Are you ready for a shower?”

  “Yesss.”

  He pulled out of me but kept me in his arms as he walked us to the bath
room. He set me on the bench inside the shower. He left me there to grab a washcloth out of the cabinet, and on his way back, he tossed the condom into the toilet.

  The overhead spray turned on, and Huck held the rag underneath it. Once it was wet, he pressed the cloth against my pussy.

  “You didn’t come in me,” I told him, confused by the gesture.

  He smiled.

  God, I would never get sick of seeing him do that now that he’d given me a full one.

  “No, but you’re sore, I’m sure, and this will make it feel better.”

  I was.

  I felt stretched.

  But in a good way.

  He reached toward the shelf to grab the soap and squirted some into his hand. “Now, I’m going to clean you.”

  It was then that I noticed the tattoo on his side. It took up his entire torso, running from his armpit to his waist. I didn’t know why I hadn’t seen it before. Maybe there were just too many on him to look at. But this snake was different than the others. It was all yellow and had a thin red strip down the center.

  It was identical to the one in the picture.

  Identical to the one I’d killed.

  I couldn’t escape it.

  And, now, even his body was a reminder.

  A reminder of why I needed to get out of here and go back home.

  Thirty-Four

  The Kid

  Before

  I’m not surprised you wanted my mother dead.

  I’m not surprised you wanted to have me ripped out of her body and for Toy to stab a knife through me.

  Nothing about you surprises me at this point.

  Wait…

  I lied.

  Something does surprise me actually.

  I’m surprised I’m still alive.

  Why did you decide to keep me?

  Or should I say, why did you decide not to kill my mother?

  I think I already know the answer.

  It’s because of Toy, isn’t it?