I mashed my lips together, trying to spit fire through my eyes. “Oh, please.”
The side of his sinful mouth lifted a centimeter higher. “Funny, that’s exactly what you were moaning in your sleep.”
My face heated and I bit my bottom lip in anger. If he was a foot closer I would have reached out and slapped him. He deserved it.
“I wasn’t dreaming about you,” I declared with an arched brow. False bravado was leaking from my veins as if I could actually beat this guy at his own game.
He tried to contain a smile as he moved forward to drop his coffee cup on the side table next to the bed. When he straightened, his fighter body loomed over me like a shadow.
“Tell me Kate, do you know many Adams? Do you moan their names and beg them to fuck you while you sleep?”
I sat up onto my knees, still leaving me a few inches shorter than him. It was close enough. “I would never dream about someone who tortures people. You’re disgusting.” I spat out the words like I actually meant them, and for fuck’s sake I did mean them. I meant them. I kept repeating that to myself as I pushed away from the bed and slammed his bedroom door behind me.
I didn’t want to explore his apartment with him gone, but now I had no reason to stay cooped up in his room. I was fueled with embarrassment and anger. Those two things combined to push away any common sense. I moved with quick steps until I was standing in his kitchen, turning in a quick circle. I didn’t know I was hunting for a weapon until I pulled open a draw and found the sharp steak knife. My movements were thoughtless. My fingers gripped the base and I slammed the draw closed again.
I’d never hurt anything beyond a mosquito. The feel of that knife in my hand sent adrenaline coursing through my veins like wildfire. I was going to use it. I’d demand my freedom.
It only took Adam another moment before he stepped into the kitchen. His entire demeanor screamed control. It screamed hunter stalking prey. His eyes were pinned on me and his jaw ticked when he saw the knife in my hand. I backed up against the counter and held the blade out in front of me.
I realized in that moment how careless I’d been. Were there other guards? Would he command them to shoot me if I tried to stab him? My eyes darted around the space, trying to assess the surroundings.
“We’re alone, Kate. It’s just you and me,” Adam answered my wild search, and I settled my eyes back on him. He hadn’t paused his pursuit. He was stepping toward me with such confidence that I looked down to confirm that I did have a knife in my hand. Was he not scared in the slightest? I’d taken self defense. I couldn’t beat him in strength, but I could be quick and surprise him.
So I did. I moved with ferocious speed. My knee lifted to make contact with his groin as my hand shoved out to stab the knife into his side. He deflected my knee with a sharp grab, but he wasn’t quick enough to block my knife as well. Maybe he didn’t expect me to have the nerve to actually stab him. My knife made contact with his skin beneath his shirt. It all happened too quickly to gage how deep the knife sunk in.
He hissed and I watched his entire demeanor shift. I’d awoken the beast and I was about to learn what it meant to be a prisoner. With a sharp grab, he pulled the knife from my hand and threw it across the room in anger. The metal crashed against his concrete floor and skidded to a stop. My eyes dilated and my breathing quickened until I thought I’d hyperventilate and pass out. I couldn’t quit. There was nothing left. I’d already pissed him off.
I stepped forward quickly, shoving my foot on top of his and using the leverage to push the heel of my hand against his nose, just as I’d done to Erian. Adam wasn’t a fool though. He moved faster than I could have imagined. His hands grabbed my wrists and twisted us around until I was lying on the concrete floor with him straddling my hips. My dress had ridden up around my waist and I couldn’t move an inch.
We were screaming at each other with our eyes. Neither one of us looked away. I’d be damned if I turned into a coward now. I’d fought hard and if he was going to kill me than I’d make him suffer the entire time.
“You don’t know what I am, Kate,” he whispered with a harsh tone. It caught me off guard. The fact that he wasn’t hitting me, that he wasn’t finishing the job quickly, didn’t make sense.
Why did he keep repeating that phrase? I knew what he was. He was a torturer. A criminal. A despicable human being. But I wanted him still. I wanted him to corrupt my soul and drag me down to the depths of hell with him. Oh it would be worth it. The dampness in my panties proved as much.
His hands loosened on my wrists as the situation started to sink in. His other hand yanked his shirt up to inspect his stab wound. It was nothing. A pitiful surface wound that had already stopped bleeding. My failure pissed me off and I took advantage of the opportunity. I grabbed his face between my hands, feeling the sharp lines beneath my soft palms. He was ice, stone, hard lines covering burning flames.
“Tell me what you are. Tell me WHO you are!” I screamed, and he shoved me away from him. I fell back hard against the concrete. The pads of my hands caught my body before my head slammed back.
“You don’t make the rules here.” I thought he was going to leave after he’d tossed me away, but he came to stand over me. His thick cock was hard beneath his black pants.
“Get up,” he ordered with a biting tongue.
“No,” I challenged him, still feeling the edge of my anger. He didn’t deserve my compliance.
He reached down and wrapped his hands around my puny biceps to lift me to my feet. Before my equilibrium had even settled, he’d ripped off my panties and was tugging up my loose dress. My hand reached out to slap him, but he caught it with cat-like reflexes.
“Do you think that’s a good idea? Who do you think is in charge right now, Kate?”
He didn’t let go of my wrist. He held it tight enough that when I tried to twist it free, my skin smarted as if he were burning me. I reached up with my other hand and raked my nails down his chest. Through his shirt I could feel his skin, so warm and hard as a rock. I don’t know why I fought it, it didn’t make him stop; he liked when I fought him. I was like a little kitten trying to play with a bear.
He grasped both of my hands and then lifted me back onto the ledge of his kitchen island behind me. He gripped my hands behind my back so that I had to arch to keep them from being ripped out of my sockets. Fucking sexy asshole. I hated him as much as I needed him. His other hand spread my legs apart so that my pussy was on perfect display for him.
“This is mine. This belongs to me. Why do you try and fight it?” he asked gruffly before bending down so that he was eye-level with my entrance.
“Do you see how it responds to me? How you respond to me? You’re dripping, Kate. You’re so fucking wet because you want what I give you.” He reached forward and lapped up my juices, his tongue’s rough texture violated my body, but somehow I needed more. I wanted him to lick me, to drink me up.
“Do you feel that? This pussy belongs to me.” I stared down at him with angry lust flooding my gaze.
“You’re a fucking bastard,” I retorted.
“Your body doesn’t seem to think that,” he answered, sweeping one of his long fingers into me. Even his finger made me want to grind down harder. Any part of his body would be enough to push me to oblivion. He pushed it in and I looked down, watching his finger sweep in and out, coated with the evidence of how much he owned my body.
“I can feel you grinding down onto me, Kate. You’re a fucking terrible liar.”
“Fuck you,” I growled.
He jumped to his feet and captured my mouth with his. We fought each other with our lips, ripping into each other’s souls and trying to take root. I wanted to tear his heart out and make him fuck me until I couldn’t walk. His fingers worked into me tirelessly. There was something primal about him fingering me like that, as if he could make me come with barely any work at all.
His thumb swirled around my clit as his fingers fucked me. I begged him to keep going with my lips. My tongu
e stroked the top of his mouth and in return his touch devoured me. His grasp on my wrists never lessened. I could hardly feel my hands anymore, but I liked that he didn’t let go. He didn’t trust me. He didn’t trust us. This wasn’t a relationship; this was him coaxing me into submission.
The hand that was wrapped around my wrists loosened and I jerked my mouth away with a force, but he wasn’t freeing me. It wasn’t over. The dark gleam in his eyes foretold every ounce of dark pleasure he was about to bestow upon me. His hands tugged my dress over my head and then he pulled my hair back so that my neck and chest had to arch painfully in response.
“Ugh,” I moaned angrily, trying to wiggle out of his hold. But then his mouth bent to latch onto my nipple and I saw black stars behind my closed lids. He teased my breasts, running his teeth along each of my sensitive nipples, working them both into tight buds. Then suddenly he wasn’t yanking my hair enough. I wasn’t arching enough. I pressed up into his mouth until his tongue swirled around each nipple with hungry strokes.
“You’re so greedy. You need me to fuck you so badly. I should walk away from you right now and leave you to finish yourself off. You deserve it.”
“Do it,” I dared, sliding my hands down his torso and unbuckling his belt. I moved quickly to open his fly and slide my hand down over his hard shaft. “Leave if you think I don’t own you as much as you own me.” I was using fighting words, but I wanted to push him to the breaking point. His shaft was thick in my hand, I could barely close my fingers over it and I knew he wouldn’t leave. He wanted to be buried deep inside me as much as I needed him to fill me to the breaking point.
He growled and ripped my hand out of his pants.
“You’re nothing to me,” he bit out, trying to prove his control of the situation. “You’re less than nothing. You’re my prisoner.”
His words bit at my skin like acid. I had to fight back tears. But before the first tear could drop down my cheek, he grabbed my body off the counter. His pants hit the floor with a loud thud and in one clean shove; he was sinking into me as my heels dug into his back. My body moved on him like a doll as he bent his knees and bounced me up and down. It was deeper and harder than I’d ever experienced. There was nothing to counteract gravity’s pull on my body. I was left with his dick stretching me into delirium.
The room was saturated with our moans every time his dick slid out and then back in. His eyes were closed and his teeth bit into his bottom lip as if he was moments away from exploding. My hands gripped his hair. I knew I was hurting him, but he let me take what I needed. He gripped my hips and I threw my head back and concentrated on the feel of his cock sliding past my pussy over and over again. Just when I was accustomed to the speed and depth, he leaned forward and bit down on the flesh of my neck and drove into me impossibly fast. I yelped and yanked his hair, giving him back all of the sensual pain he’d given me.
“You’re so warm and tight. Do you like riding me, Kate?” he asked as his hand dragged along the front of my stomach. I knew where he was heading and I needed him there more than I needed my next breath. I needed to know what it felt like to ride his dick as his fingers slid over my wet clit. But he wasn’t going to touch me until I answered him. And answering him meant letting him win.
Was my orgasm worth more than my pride?
He started slowing down and I could feel my orgasm begin to dissipate. “Yes. YES!” I answered for fear that he would stop all-together.
His pouty mouth turned into a sinful smirk and then he twisted us around to lay me back onto his kitchen table. The angle allowed him to pound into me mercilessly, and in one quick moment, I felt my orgasm kindle into a burning flame. One last swipe of his finger over my sensitive flesh and I orgasmed around him. I could feel my muscles clenching around his dick, milking out his own release.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he repeated as he hunched forward and came deep inside of me, coating me from the inside out, and marking me as his once and for all.
This was our sick game. I wanted his brutality, because that brutality, that harsh anger and sharp fucking, made me come harder and longer than any sort of sex I’d ever had. I needed the bad to have the good.
Chapter Six
He didn’t move. He’d had the longest, most sinful orgasm, yet he was still hard inside of me. Teasing me with his absolute dominance. Our breaths mingled as his head fell forward. His eyes were closed and his mouth was loose, his beautiful lips letting soft exhales escape.
“Tell me what you are,” I whispered, my hands threading through his hair, begging him to tell me the truth. I had to know what he was keeping hidden beneath the layers of coiled muscle and steely resolve.
His brows pushed together and his eyes flickered open. They were just as dark as before, but there was an edge of softness in them that I hadn’t seen earlier. Was he going to give in and tell me the truth? There was nothing left if he wasn’t going to open up.
He withdrew his cock and I stared down at the smooth, hard plane. It was starting to soften, but it still pulled at my strings of desire. I laid there on his kitchen table, his cum dripping down my inner thighs, and he couldn’t look away. He went to retrieve a wet washcloth and came back to wipe it up my legs and between my thighs. He cleaned me with such gently caresses that my heart expanded in sweet surrender to this man. He was so troubled, and yet I knew he wasn’t inherently evil.
When he was finished, I pushed back and sat up on the table. My knees pulled into my chest and I stared over my knees at him.
“Tell me,” I whispered again.
He threw the damp towel into the sink and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends.
His eyes darted around the space, looking wary. Wary of what? His guards?
“I’m not from Kosovo. I’m a CIA agent. I’ve been undercover for the past five years. To them I’m Loren.”
What?
What? I couldn’t begin to process his words. My world slowed and I felt my hands loosening from around my knees. I blinked my eyes as if to confirm I wasn’t dreaming. Each time I blinked them open again, Adam was standing there, eying me with a concerned gaze.
“You’re not actually a member of LARK?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
He snorted and moved to pull his pants back up. He buckled his belt and I was glad for the momentary break from his overwhelming physique.
“That depends on how you want to look at it. I’ve done terrible things in the name of collecting intel about the organization. I’ve done things that are deplorable and that I can never take back, but I justify my actions with the knowledge that it’s all for my assignment. Torturing and beating people is part of my work for the CIA.”
I couldn’t believe everything he was revealing to me. Why was he telling me now? What did this mean?
“Is that how you knew my name?”
He nodded. “I wasn’t sure who you were at first. I didn’t know if you were a member of LARK that was planted to ensure my commitment to the organization. But then the second day after you’d arrived, your coworkers at the paper reported you missing. The CIA contacted me as soon as they found out.”
“So that’s why you wanted me to come to your suite?” I asked with a quiet tone.
“Yes and you wouldn’t listen.”
“Do you usually force your prisoners to stay in your suite?” I asked, wondering how far he’d gone out on a limb for me.
He narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly. My question pissed him off.
“Never in the five years I’ve been here.”
Not the answer I expected.
“Because of you, I’ve almost ruined five years of work. You weren’t supposed to come snooping. It wasn’t my call to abduct you and bring you in for questioning. When I saw you in that cell I wanted to rip the entire place down. This is a very delicate situation, Kate. If I let you go then the entire work I’ve done for the CIA is a waste… But I can’t let you go back down there.”
I couldn’t keep up. He
was going to jeopardize his assignment for me? He’d managed to finagle his way into a position of power in a terrorist organization and because I’d wanted to collect information for an article, I was going to ruin it for him? It’s a strange thing to feel guilty for being someone’s prisoner. But that’s exactly what I felt. I felt guilty for not agreeing with my editor when he warned me to stay away from this topic.
Would the LARK go after Adam if he let me go? Could the CIA protect him?
“Strike number one was when I killed Erian. This group is brutal but killing a guard for defying instructions isn’t usually done.”
“He tried to rape me,” I whispered, remembering the stench of Erian. His vile finger nails digging into my wrists as he tried to hold me down.
“Which is why he’s no longer alive,” Adam answered. “Strike number two was when I pulled you out of your cell and broke protocol. I know the leaders are suspicious of me now.”
The way he said ‘leaders’ sent a nervous shiver down my spine. Were they worse than the guards I’d met? Obviously. What would they do if he reached strike three?
I gulped down a breath and looked up at him. “What are you going to do?” I asked. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was an internal battle waging within him. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I sat paralyzed to the table.
“I’m sending you home. It’ll be strike three,” he answered with a harsh tone. That was the answer I wanted to hear. I was going to be free. But at the same time, it made my heart twist and my stomach plummet. I didn’t want to leave him.
“What if I stayed?” My voice cracked through the space and I couldn’t believe I’d actually uttered such an asinine question.
His features twisted into disbelief and anger. “Stay here? Are you a damn fool? Do you understand what these men want to do to you? What I’ve done to protect you?”
He was on me then, forcing me to crane my neck to look up into his dark eyes. His hands cradled my head and he bent down to capture my mouth in a sexy kiss. His tongue delved past my lips, stroking the roof of my mouth, and then twisting with mine so that I was moaning into him. Heat radiated off his naked torso and I could feel his dick growing hard beneath his pants.
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