by Jan Graham
Beth loved hearing him say those words and hoped she could live up to her promise. She’d been in some dodgy situations before but never as a captive. In other missions, she’d always been able to take the offensive. As a prisoner that wouldn’t necessarily be the case. Most of the criminals they dealt with were evil scumbags, but for Marcus to specifically state these men were dangerous made her wonder exactly how treacherous they were.
“If I had a choice, I wouldn’t put you anywhere near them,” Marcus stated. “It’s just we’ve come so far with this, taking you out of the game now would endanger the other girls even more than we already have.”
Marcus rose from his seat as he spoke. Taking her by the hand, he raised her from her chair, kissing her forehead once she was fully upright. Beth could see the concern in his eyes, the worried expression on his face. She placed one hand on his chest. What a body. Strong muscles, defined pecs that strained against the fitted shirt he wore. Beth yearned to have that powerful body surrounding hers, taking her to heights of pleasure she’d never known before. Whether that would happen now that things were moving so fast with the case, she didn’t know. Having waited four years for him to reach the point of considering making her his, Beth could wait another few weeks. But she didn’t want to.
He walked her out of the room, his expression fixed with determination. Marcus would work this out, he’d achieve the best outcome for everyone concerned. That’s what Marcus did, he fixed things when they went wrong.
Ash looked up at them as they exited the office, Billy sipping her tea from the comfort of a seat across the room.
“Update me.” Marcus let go of her hand and approached Ash.
“All the guys have been notified of the potential change and the reason why. They’re all on board,” Ash stated. “If Nik makes the call, we’ll be there, guns blazing and hang the consequences.”
From experience and given the serious tone and facial expression of Ash, Beth didn’t believe the term guns blazing was a metaphorical use of the words. Beth wondered once more what exactly may be about to go down.
As the update continued, Marcus appeared pensive. Every time Beth lifted her gaze toward him, Marcus’ was already on her, his brooding stare traveling over her body.
“Each of the guys reported the women they’re following are still safe and accounted for,” Ash continued. “Hex sent in a photo of a guy he assumed may be about to grab his girl, he stepped in, and she’s safe. Billy couldn’t find the guy in any crime bases, so at this stage, we think he’s just a drunken dweeb that got overly touchy with one of our ladies.”
“Has Hex swapped targets with one of the other guys?” Marcus briefly looked to Ash as he asked the question, his gaze returning to Beth moments later.
Beth felt her body begin to warm. He wasn’t just observing her, Marcus appeared to be devouring her with his stare.
“When I spoke to him, no, he hadn’t. His target and he were enjoying a leisurely dinner in Kings Cross,” Ash grinned. “I told him to go his hardest but if it was only a one-nighter, he’d have to swap in the morning.”
“Fair enough,” Marcus’ response surprised Beth.
Someone not following explicit instructions usually put Marcus in a bad mood until he chewed the person out. Adjusting her posture before flattening the hem of her top over her jeans, Beth felt fidgety, nervous at the looks Marcus kept giving her. She was the one to stare, to tease. The series of intense gazes from Marcus seemed to be turning the tables, he now the predator, not her.
“So, that’s it. We’re all good to go,” Ash finished saying. “Once I get Beth back out there tonight and Nik calls in her location at the club, the games on.”
“That’s not happening tonight,” Marcus stated firmly. “She can go home tomorrow. Take the night off and go visit your woman, Ash. Bethany and I have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“But we’d planned—” Ash began.
“Then un-plan it,” Marcus commanded. “Now, both of you get going. Tomorrow, when we have Beth back on the streets, this game starts for real. Get some rest, who knows when we’ll sleep after tonight.”
Ash and Billy didn’t argue, they simply gathered their things and left without another word. She assumed Ash would notify Nik about the alteration to the night from his car as he made his way home.
She watched as Marcus locked down the downstairs level, his actions deft from years of practice, setting the alarms as his last action before he swung around to face her.
“Do you still want me?” he asked in a firm, abrupt tone. His expression remaining set giving her his, don’t-fuck-with-me look.
“Yes, I still want you,” she replied.
The words were barely out of her mouth when Marcus strode forward, picked her up, hoisted her over his shoulder, and headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. The sheer strength of him amazed her, his powerful body rippled with every step, one hand holding her ass as she hung over his shoulder, taking in the perfect view of his rear. Her pussy, damp from his long perusing stares, now flooded with moisture. The force with which he’d grabbed her, the feel of him against her, and the stony silence built her anticipation of what he’d do next.
Beth found his behavior entirely erotic.
* * * *
Marcus knew exactly what he needed to do—make her his. If there was a chance things could go wrong with this mission, he wanted them to experience the pleasure of each other’s body as they were now, not after any damages that might occur because of the task ahead.
He reached the landing of the third floor, Beth showing no resistance as she hung loosely over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom. He could have taken her downstairs, on the floor, one of the desks, or even against a wall as he’d almost done before. None of them would have been what he needed or what she deserved. Instead, he wanted her in his bed, nowhere else would do—his woman—his bed—in his personal domain.
He kicked the door to the room ajar, strode to the bed and with minimal movement swiftly positioned them both on the mattress, her voluptuous body pinned beneath his.
Beth laughed as they landed, smiling up at him, her eyes filled with lust. Wasting no time in making his intention clear, Marcus kissed her. He wasn’t gentle as he’d been before, this time, he didn’t want her to tell him to stop, in fact, he couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to if she did. His cock throbbed hard to the point of pain beneath his jeans. He had to have her, know what it felt like to be inside her, to taste the sweetness between her legs, to hear her call his name in an orgasmic frenzy.
Beth responded enthusiastically to his kiss, not that he expected anything different. He pressed his hips between her legs while deepening their kiss, his tongue forcefully entwining hers. Beth responded by wrapping her long legs around him, pulling his hips and the erection beneath his jeans harder against her. Marcus groaned as she ground against him, the heat emanating from between her legs indicating she was more than ready for him.
Marcus knew what he wanted and another dry hump against her wasn’t it. He’d denied them both too long. Beth panted for air as he released her mouth, her chest heaving against him, tempting him to once again pull her top open and feast on her breasts.
“Today couldn’t have been a day when you wore one of those drop dead sexy miniskirts,” Marcus growled. “I could have just ripped the tiny strip of cloth you call panties off and been inside you by now.”
He ripped her shirt open, buttons scattering wherever they fell. She wore the slightest amount of black lace over her ample breasts, her nipples poking hard against the material, and he bit down on one, eliciting a shriek of delight from her.
“If I’d known today would be the day you decided to finally take me,” Beth gasped her reply as she forced her hands between them to unbutton the snap of his jeans, “I would have come to work naked.”
Marcus raised his hips allowing her to undo his jeans completely, pushing them, along with his underpants, down low onto his hips. Marcus gave a small
hiss as his cock sprang free, the pressure of confinement finally relieved. He felt Beth’s warm hand engulf him, stroking him firmly. His cock twitched at her touch, not needing any help to be ready to fuck her. He moved her hand away as he raised up onto his knees, repositioning his pants to sit low on his thighs. Reaching for her jeans, Marcus quickly undid them, tearing both the denim and tiny black lace G-string down toward her knees as he pushed her legs back toward her body, exposing her cunt to his view.
“Do I need a condom?” the words came out in a rush, his cock lurching painfully the moment he laid eyes on the cleanly shaven flesh between her legs.
Her sex glistened with moisture, her plump pussy lips open due to the spread of her legs, exposing the hole he coveted.
“I want to feel you, not a layer of latex,” Beth quipped, struggling with her jeans as she tried to remove them fully.
Marcus grabbed her calves, pushing them toward her body, pinning her to the bed with the layer of denim now pulled tight across her waist. Her eyes darkened in arousal, her breath coming in short gasps of anticipation as he poised his erection at her entrance. She reached forward to grab his hips, but Marcus was in the mood for total control. He grasped her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. Looming over her, he gave a wry smile.
“Then take it,” he snarled, giving her exactly what she wanted—the full length of him, in one forceful downward thrust, seating himself deep inside her, his hips forcing her to remain spread wide for him as he leaned into her, her legs now resting on his front.
He didn’t waste time as he withdrew, thrusting hard once more, then again and again until he found a rhythm she appeared to enjoy. Beth squealed with each powerful lunge. Marcus watched her writhe beneath him, savoring the perfect view of her luscious breasts bouncing in time to the rapid pace he set. Her nipples puckered tight, her flesh flushed to a rosy hue as he showed no mercy, pounding into her like a man insane. He really had waited too long for this. She’d made no bones about the fact she wanted him to fuck her, so he was going to do it, hard and fast until she screamed his name.
“Your cunt is like a slippery fucking vice, baby girl,” he groaned, loving the feel of her tight hole. He slid in and out, pounding her frantically. Why had he denied them this pleasure?
Beth screamed loudly as the first orgasm hit her—back arched, pushing into the denim band over her waist, breasts thrust upward, nipples like tightened buds, eyes glazing as she stared up at him, her cunt pulsing around his hardness. Damn, she was even more gorgeous in this state.
Marcus didn’t let up, needing to see her pleasure continue, increase, and repeat. He could become addicted to seeing her like this, thrashing under him, screaming in delight.
“Oh God, yes,” Beth gasped the words as the next wave of pleasure hit. She tightened around him, squeezing his cock, the pulsing of her muscles stroking over his stiffness, increasing his need to come.
Marcus lowered his head to her breast, sucking a mouthful of flesh between his teeth he bit her hard, intending to leave his mark on her. Beth’s initial gasp turned into an elongated moan as she continued to shudder beneath him.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, the feel of her clutching onto him, the ripple of her pussy over his cock was driving him to distraction. He needed to come, to fill her with his seed. The urge was primal, the final step in claiming her as his. When Beth finally screamed his name, her body convulsing beneath him, he allowed his own release, growling her name as his cum filled her sweet pussy.
Releasing her wrists, Marcus stilled over her, breathing hard as he took in the well-fucked look of his woman. Her long dark hair spilled around her shoulders as she breathed heavily, pouting as he slipped from inside her, his semi-flaccid cock now resting exhausted between her hot, swollen pussy lips. It wouldn’t take long to rebound, he’d just have to keep her entertained until he was ready to take her again.
“I love the feel of your cock inside me.” Beth looked up at him, desire still lighting her eyes.
“I’m pleased about that, baby, because I intend to have you more than once before the night is over.” Marcus eased off her, pulling her free of the jeans tangled about her legs.
“So, this is halftime break, is it?” Beth laughed, picking up a button from beside her and staring down at her torn top.
She was too sexy for words as she lay on the bed staring up at him. The lace of her bra was pushed askew, her hair messed around her face, delight filling her expression, her legs still spread exposing her well-fucked cunt for him to admire.
“Quarter time actually, but only for me,” Marcus stated as he quickly stripped off his clothing “It’s not over for you yet, I need to hear you scream my name again.”
He stretched out on his stomach, dragging Beth’s hips into position, and smiled up at her from between her thighs.
Chapter Eight
Beth barely caught her breath when Marcus went down on her. If he wanted her to scream his name again, he was going about it the right way. She shuddered as he lapped along her slit, his tongue circling her entrance, traveling up to her clit, returning to repeat the action.
Beth knew she must look disheveled lying with her top and bra out of place but didn’t care. He’d pounded her so hard and for so long, she didn’t have the energy to reposition or remove anything. She moaned loudly as Marcus concentrated on her clit, his tongue circling it before fluttering over it firmly in alternating configurations.
It felt too good if that were possible. Her body burned with arousal, riding higher the more he toyed with her. Each time she was about to come, he’d change the movement, causing her to reboot on the let’s-have-an-orgasm roundabout.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she groaned, reaching the point of needing relief and wanting it without delay. Marcus didn’t reply, merely continuing to tease her mercilessly.
His tongue stroked her clit, strong, firm movements back and forth. The moisture from between her legs now trickled between her butt cheeks. Her pussy ached with need as Marcus kept her on the verge of fulfillment, never letting her go over the edge.
Taking the teasing to a new level, he slid two fingers inside her cunt, gently easing them in and out. Her cunt clenched onto his digits, the action eliciting a long, loud moan from deep within her. He chuckled. The vibrations rumbling through her core.
Teasing Bastard.
Beth gripped Marcus’ hair, entangling her fingers in the locks and raising her hips as her cunt began to pulse, ready for release. She shrieked as he sucked her clit between his teeth, biting the nub gently. He continued to suck, the rhythmic pull on the little bundle of nerves showed no sign of waning. Her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers, causing her to thrust up into his face. Marcus moved his free arm to rest across her hips, holding her still, the strong suction of his mouth and thrust of his fingers sending her spiraling into ecstasy. Beth pulled on his hair, screaming his name as she came. Waves of pleasure filled her, her orgasms ebbing and flowing multiple times. When he attempted to raise his head, greedy for more pleasure, Beth gripped his hair trying to push him back into play.
“Not a good idea, baby girl,” Marcus stated firmly as he grasped her wrist tightly. “I’m the Boss here, remember?”
She recognized that tone immediately and released his hair, allowing him to move back. She knew he was naturally dominant, he had to be, it suited his work profile perfectly. His strict tone confirmed that dominance extended into the bedroom as well.
“Okay, Boss. It’s just, I’ve waited so long to have you like this, I didn’t want it to end,” Beth stated breathlessly. “I swear you could fuck me to death, and I’d die the happiest woman in the world.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly at her statement. Yes, the situation with them wasn’t perfect, there were challenges they’d face if they wanted to make a relationship work, but, for now, Beth was happy to enjoy the carnal pleasure he offered. Anything else, they’d sort out later.
When Marcus r
ose from the bed Beth noticed his cock was erect again. The length and breadth of it enthralled her. Having had him inside, Beth knew he was big. She’d felt the tight stretch of her cunt as he’d entered her, filling her to capacity. Staring at his cock was different to feeling it though. It was truly impressive, standing out from his body and reaching up toward his navel.
“How on earth have you managed to hide that all these years?” Beth asked, curious as to why she’d never noticed him sporting any of the erections beneath his trousers he claimed she’d given him. He must have been uncomfortable and probably in pain for the last four years while attempting to conceal that log.
“I’ve kept it in my pants, baby,” he laughed, “and stood behind a lot of desks.”
She smiled merrily as he walked over to a dresser against the far wall, he was gorgeous in all his naked glory. Marcus appeared to be the perfect male specimen, well, for her, at least. She stared at the back of him. Broad shoulders and muscular arms, she noticed a few battle scars marring the skin on his back which rippled with definition as he looked for something in one of the drawers. His tapered waist led to the perfect ass—firm gluteal muscles forming an impeccably shaped curve. It looked even better bare than it did covered in denim or leather.
“I’m feeling neglected over here by myself,” Beth teased in the hope her statement would get him to turn around, so she could ogle the front of him again. The man was so tightly packed, she could lick every inch of him.
Marcus turned toward her, concealing nothing, clearly comfortable being naked in her presence. He held a white T-shirt in one hand. Beth opened her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lips. She wanted to taste him, just like he’d tasted her. The man was mesmerizing.
“For you to wear later,” he stated indicating the shirt.
His cock swayed as he strode back across the room. Beth admired how chiseled he was. His abs sat like waves of muscle along the length of his stomach, a defined six pack any man would be envious of sat perfectly below smooth hard pecs. As her gaze lifted to his shoulders, she noticed the scarring from a bullet wound which only added to his appeal rather than detracting from it. Marcus’ face was the sexiest she’d ever seen. His shoulder length dark hair sat messy on his head, strands falling onto his face. His stare was piercing, dark eyes that could look straight into her soul, reading her like a book.