Hostage

by Stone, Piper

  As his shaft filled me, my muscles clamping around his thickness like a warm blanket, I made a promise to myself.

  He would not break me.

  Once his cock was seated all the way inside, he dug all ten fingers into my hips and fucked me like a wild animal.

  I was lost, the mental battle inside shutting down my mind as he ravaged my body. I was nothing to him but a piece of meat, a thing he could dominate.

  And instead of fighting him with every ounce of strength, I allowed him to have me. I yielded completely, my pussy now wide open, almost begging for more.

  He was in no mood for softness, the brutal fucking continuing. The moment he slid his hand around my hip, fingering my swollen clit, I bit back another cry. The instant reaction of my sex should have caused a wretched moment of shame and embarrassment.

  Instead, I climaxed, my entire body bucking from the sweet salvation of such an intense release.

  Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

  I was stripped to the very core of my being, my animalistic needs uncovered by a brutal and dangerous stranger. The orgasm swept through me, electrifying every cell and tendon, sliding into my muscles until I could no longer breathe.

  I wanted this to stop. I begged my body to shut down, but the whisper of my shaken mind did little, the wave cresting to the point I finally let out a jagged scream.

  “That’s it.” His actions became rougher, even more savage in nature as he slammed into me, my legs trembling to the point my teeth chattered. There was no stopping this man, no way of denying him anything. He was commanding my soul just as much as my body, demanding me to react and let go, to slide into the sweet bliss of ecstasy.

  And I obeyed him, without question. Without reservation. I allowed my body to take over, pushing hard against his primal needs, no longer able to focus. His fingers continued to indulge in my sex, stroking me with wild abandon, bringing me to another climax. The scream erupting from my throat was almost inaudible, shaking me to my limits.

  Awakening the woman hidden inside.

  I was nothing more than his sex toy, his prize for the taking.

  “Yes, hard fucking suits you. Just like I knew it would,” he chortled, driving long and deep.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The sound reverberated into my eardrums, sweet music to a woman who’d never been fucked so roughly. The change in his breathing was even more animalistic in nature and I knew he was close to coming, the pounding continuing and his fingers digging into me so hard it was painful.

  My eyes remained closed, my heart racing. I was so wet. So hot. I couldn’t think clearly and even if I could, my mind would be forced to shut down in order to keep some level of sanity. No sane woman could want this.

  An intense warmth shot into me as he erupted, filling me with his seed.

  “Yes!” he roared, the sound echoing, and I realized my pussy muscles had clamped around his thick cock like a tight vice. I bit back a whimper. A damn whimper.

  “Very nice,” he commented, as if he’s praising me for making a good meal.

  Incensed, my mind finally awakened, and I shot forward across the bed, only to be dragged backward, forced to look into his eyes.

  He wagged his finger several times, giving me a stern look. “I’m very disappointed in you, Carina. I thought we were getting along so well.”

  “Did your boss tell you to fuck me?”

  He chuckled, caressing my face before loosening his hold. “I have no boss, Carina. I’m a bounty hunter and you are one hot catch.”

  A bounty hunter? Why would a man like Santana Dioletti use a bounty hunter? “I don’t believe you.”

  “Believe what you need to, Carina. Get dressed. I suggest you put on jeans and walking boots. We’re going for a nice long drive.”

  “Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

  “Wherever I fucking feel like it. I suggest you learn your manners. You have three minutes or you’ll leave here naked. No skin off my teeth.”

  I could tell he was serious. None of this made any sense, unless he was simply planning on taking me to some remote location, dumping my body. Did he suddenly grow a conscience? I nodded, resisting all the horrible phrases and words that came to mind. I was his prisoner.

  What seemed like seconds later, we were in the hallway outside of my condo.

  “Why don’t you tell me what’s happening? If you’re going to kill me, I have a right to know,” I demanded again, struggling with my bindings. Jerking, I managed to knee him in the groin.

  He pushed me against the wall, his palms planted beside me as if he was my lover, simply leaning in for a kiss. When he spoke, his hot breath skated down the side of my cheek. “My intent is not to hurt you, Carina, but I will be forced to if you continue with this behavior. You’re going to be taken good care of. That much I can promise you.”

  “Why? What does Santana want from me? I can’t help him any longer. The case is out of my hands. He’s a monster, just like you are.”

  The same look of confusion crossed his face briefly then he leaned in, kissing my lips.

  The taste was far too sweet.

  When he leaned back, he shifted one hand around my throat. “Obedience. Keep that in mind.”

  Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything. I wasn’t going to go along willingly. Hell no. I waited for any opportunity to scream or even to make eye contact with anyone in the building. There was no noise, no indication that anyone was home.

  All the plans I had to tip off anyone were thwarted, leaving me with a feeling of utter hopelessness. The asshole dragged me down the three flights of stairs, heading straight for the underground garage. My hands were bound, a coat tossed over them, just in case anyone passed by. While I didn’t see a gun, I knew he’d come locked and loaded and was prepared to use it. Terror kept me quiet instead of screaming, but the moment I was forced into the garage, I barked like a dog.

  He clamped his hand over my mouth, tugging me to a deserted section of the garage. Rounding the corner, he released his hand then held up his finger, a stern look crossing his face. “I like you far too much. You’re feisty as hell.”

  “Yeah? Well, I hate you.”

  Another chuckle was met with a flash of his dazzling eyes. He stole a glance in either direction then checked his watch. Who was he waiting for?

  “Let me go. Jesus.”

  “I suggest you stay quiet, Carina. Last time I’m going to tell you this. I don’t want to have to hurt you. That’s not part of the scheme, but you’re not going to derail this.”

  Suddenly, two men came out of nowhere, walking toward him. Excited at first, I thought they’d heard my cry, but immediately I sensed they all knew each other, the other two nodding and one of them checking their watch. It seemed the asshole had pissed them off.

  Aww. Too bad.

  I glanced from one to the other, taking in every aspect of their appearance. There were three of them. Three strapping men. There was no way I could get away from them.

  “Took you long enough,” the dark haired man said, his gaze raking over me.

  “Had to finish some business,” the blond stated in a husky manner, tugging me closer.

  “Christ,” the other man said, swearing under his breath.

  “She’s a handful,” the blond said, chuckling as he looked over his shoulder.

  “Security roams the garage. You need to just let me go and I’ll see what I can do about reduced charges, if you don’t, you’ll wallow in a rat infest prison,” While my words sounded casual, as if I didn’t have a care in the world, I was freaking out. If they were able to take me out of the garage, there was no way I’d ever come back.

  At least alive.

  “See what I mean?” the blond hissed.

  I glared at the others, narrowing my eyes as they closed the distance.

  Standing in front of me were two more of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen in my life, rugged and sexy with bodies carved out of stone. All three were well over six feet tall, their au
ras exuding darkness.

  Sensuality.

  Danger.

  “We’re going to need to keep her quiet.” The third man’s accent was different, foreign and reeking of superiority.

  “Let me go, please.”

  All three of the bastards laughed.

  I finally let out a blood curdling scream.

  The blond wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing, the action cutting off my air supply and the ragged noise. “You’ve been given several chances, Carina. That infraction won’t go without punishment. I suggest you shut the hell up and relax or that punishment will be severe. Do you understand me?”

  Yeah, I understood him all right. Coughing, I counted to ten in an effort to reign in the adrenaline.

  “Can’t handle one female, eh?” The third man sneered.

  “Shut up. We need to get out of here.” He lifted his eyebrow, whispering in my ear. “You gonna be quiet?”

  “Yes,” I managed.

  He waited for a full thirty seconds before letting me go. Big mistake. This was my last opportunity to make it to safety. A hard punch in the blond’s gut gave me just enough time to break free, using every bit of my resolve to keep my legs pumping. There was no way they’d risk blowing their cover shooting me in the garage. All I had to do was make it to the gated entrance and these fuckers would be toast.

  He appeared out of nowhere, all brawn and fury, the wavy dark hair falling just below his collar. Dressed in all black, he exuded the kind of carnal darkness that all wicked fantasies were made of. Only he was the bad guy. “Carina, I’m going to have to stop you now. There is no other choice. You are coming with us,” he said in the subtlest manner, completely in control and without any fear of being caught. Or anything else for that matter. I admired his calm. He reached out, touching the side of my face, sliding his thumb back and forth.

  I looked into the most piercing deep blue eyes I’d ever seen.

  Cold.

  Calculating.

  And very haunted.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “Consider me a nightmare.” He wasted no time, tossing me over his shoulder.

  All the fight was gone, my desire for self-preservation falling into a blackened abyss. He took long strides, easing me down and rubbing his jaw.

  “This is just shit,” the third man hissed under his breath as he yanked something from his pocket. A plastic bag. Inside was a rag.

  The third man walked closer, glaring at the other two as he took a deep whiff. A snarl left his mouth as he snapped his head in the bounty hunter’s direction. “You. Fucking. Asshole You touched her. There were explicit instructions and you fucked them up.”

  At least this confirmed that another person was involved. I concentrated on his accent, as well as the odd tattoo peeking out from his short sleeve tee shirt. The marking was that of some gang or military unit, but not something I’d ever seen before.

  The blond chuckled. “She was far too tasty to resist. I know what the fuck I’m doing. She must be kept in line and that’s going to become an issue. She’s already attempted escape twice. She has a higher level of expertise than we’d anticipated. Besides, I’m well aware of the rules with regard to our guest.”

  Rules. The word continued to be used. Who was requiring these rules?

  “You knew exactly what we were getting into, that is if you’d paid any attention. I’m not taking any more shit from you or anyone else. We do this by the book,” the dark haired man stated, vengeance in his voice. When he shifted his gaze in my direction, there was no doubt of the unbridled lust taking over his system. His cock was rock hard, pressing in a brutal manner against his tight jeans. He cupped my chin, making look I was giving him my full attention. “He is right about one thing. You will follow the rules without question. If you don’t follow them, there will be consequences, including severe punishment.”

  I struggled in his hold, fighting against my bindings. A shot of electricity drilled straight into my very core. “Fuck you.”

  Inhaling, he lowered his head, whispering in my ear as his grip increased. “I know you’re as intelligent as you are beautiful. You’re also far too defiant and make no mistake. While there are no plans to end your life, you will be taken and used as we desire. We now own your body and your soul. There will be no way to run and zero ways to escape. And no matter how long it takes... We. Will. Break. You.”

  The words echoed in my mind, swirling into all the little nooks and crannies. A single whimper slipped past my lips.

  The man was serious, and I glared at him with all the defiance that was left within me.

  Just seconds later, a cloth was shoved over my mouth and nose, my instinct kicked in, a sickening realization about the gorgeous man with penetrating eyes.

  He would stop at nothing to own me.

  * * *

  Mine...

  Gasping, I opened my eyes, expecting to see Santana’s scarred face looming over me, leering as he licked his lips. Instead, there was blackness. I shifted, realizing there was a blindfold wrapped tightly around my eyes. Breathe and listen. My muddled mind tried to wrap around what had occurred, fear trickling into my already shaking limbs.

  Don’t fight. Stay still.

  I bit back another scream, collecting my thoughts. Scattered words filtered into my mind, male voices echoing, but I had difficulty deciphering what was being said. Nothing seemed real. I couldn’t breathe or think clearly, no ability to... Oh, God. Oh, God. Very slowly a few pieces began to slip into place, remnants of instructions I’d been given. I’d been abducted by three men.

  Think. Remember them.

  I concentrated on aspects of self-defense training I’d received. Whatever data I could process might save my life.

  I pictured each one of them in my foggy mind.

  Mr. Blue Eyes, sumptuous dark and shaggy hair with the sexiest three-day stubble covering a square jaw. Rough-hewn body with sculpted muscles.

  He was completely different than the hulking blond, but just as commanding, his hushed words even more terrifying than being ravaged by the blond.

  The foreign dude was just as formidable as the other two, a chiseled jaw, a scar slicing down from his left eye. And the tattoo.

  After a few minutes, my head cleared somewhat, allowing me to piece together a timeline.

  I thought about the day in the coffee shop, the way the blond had been so casual but attentive, my attraction off the charts. He’d seemed kind, even sweet and very normal. Normal. I was thinking about the man who’d stripped me bare, spanked my naked ass then fucked me like a savage as normal. I had to be losing my mind.

  Shivering, I licked my parched lips. I was cold, so damn cold. I envisioned the light touch by Mr. Blue Eyes. Shivering, I realized my nipples were hard, scraping against my bra. No. No. No man would ever break me. I wouldn’t allow it. I wouldn’t fall victim. I held my breath, straining to hear any sounds.

  Quiet.

  Everything was horribly quiet, the kind of silence that heroines experienced in ‘C’ rated horror movies. I took a deep breath, doing everything I could to keep from panicking. My head throbbed as I shifted, realizing both my hands and feet were tied. The lumbering motion, the amount of breathable air and the fact I was lying on my side suggested I was in some sort of a van. The goons wouldn’t have been stupid enough to dump my body in an open vehicle for fear of passing cars.

  Then again, they didn’t remind me of the lug-heads that I’d seen in pictures surrounding Santana. They had a different air about them. The bounty hunter was definitely not the kind of man who would take basic shit from Santana either. Mercenaries. I was a trained and very keen observer, able to size up a criminal with remarkable accuracy. Even the capture suggested a well-organized plan since they’d been able to get past security.

  They also weren’t worried at this point that my screams would attract any attention, only that I would recognize where they were taking me. The abduction was the mark of well-trained individual
s.

  Then why did the blond take the time to discipline and violate me? I shuddered at the thought. What if what I was told was true? Were they really trying to break me? Why would a man like Santana allow anyone else to touch me?

  Because he’s behind bars—for now.

  My God, there was a plan to get him out of jail. Then he’d come and take me away.

  I couldn’t rule anything out. The FBI would likely watch Santana’s men, making certain they didn’t make any attempts on the lives of the jurors. That would buy him time to plan an escape. Okay, that meant that he’d have to act on his break out attempt over the next couple of days. If the Kingpin was smart, he would have used an outside source to kidnap me.

  Jesus. It was Friday night. No one would notice I was missing until at least Monday, unless the jury reached a verdict over the weekend. I had my doubts. All the homework the bounty hunter had done was a reminder of how treacherous of a situation I was in, a harsh reality that began to suffocate me. I couldn’t panic, not now.

  Information. Glean information.

  And their trust.

  I snapped my eyes shut, warding off another wave of terror. Of the few kidnapping cases I’d prosecuted, the only ones to survive took matters into their own hands, establishing a level of trust. Could I do it? Could I pretend in that manner? Swallowing, I also had to wonder how much time I actually had before I was taken to whatever location for the drop-off. I might not have much time.

  Breathe. Think. Plan.

  I concentrated on doing just that for a few minutes.

  I was facing a nightmare. I was facing a killer, maybe several of them. I certainly knew what the abductors were capable of.

  Oh, God. Oh. My. God.

  As the shock of being abducted began to wear off, the understanding of what I was likely facing drove into the darkest portions of my brain, terror replacing all my rational thoughts.

  Fuck!

  I closed my eyes, counting to five.

  Then ten.

  Finally twenty.

  My efforts to calm my nerves was only somewhat successful. I had to face the fact that my chances of survival were slim to nil.

  Wiggling, I managed to move my body a few inches, but the stress and fear had already taken a toll, exhaustion racing into my aching muscles. There was a distinct scent of testosterone and hints of a deep forest. I took several breaths, the distinct odor of gasoline and some other caustic substance assaulting my nostrils. They must have used chloroform, although I didn’t have the same fog as I’d had described by victims of kidnappings.