Hostage

by Stone, Piper

  “To never forget that she belongs to us,” Damien stated, almost casually. I could tell the man wanted this more and more.

  Sharing.

  Owning.

  Disciplining.

  Everything felt right.

  Her moans continued as I brushed my fingers across her bruised ass, able to see the building redness. She was such a bad girl. The thought was food for my warped mind, heightening the dominating part of me. I smacked her hard and fast, peppering her ass with harsh strikes.

  With every smack, her body quivered, the force pressing her hard against the smooth edge. I spanked her upper thighs several times then couldn’t resist, slipping ever finger into her tight little hole.

  “Oh. Fuck!” She jerked up, panting and opening her legs wider. Begging me. Pleading with me to provide even more pleasure.

  “Good girls are treated to the finer things in life. Ecstasy. Pleasure,” I said roughly then removed my fingers, smacking her several times. “Bad girls are punished often and severely. Do you understand.”

  “Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.” Her words were almost inaudible above the roaring water, but I heard them. I felt them. I hungered for them.

  I continued the spanking then shoved my fingers into her asshole. The sublime expression on her face was incredible, the strangulated moans slipping past her pursed lips fueling the three men who owned her. I could tell Damien and Aleksandr were also losing patience, their savage needs bridging the surface.

  “Now that you’re properly spanked, we’re going to fuck you. Hard. Savagely.”

  “Oh, please. Yes. Yes.” Her words faded away as she eased her face against the deck, waiting for her men to take her.

  Use her.

  I peppered kisses along her spine, pushing my hand against the small of her back until she eased down, resting her face on the cool decking. “You’re not in control. How quickly you forget. You will be reminded often until you learn.”

  “Yes, sir. I mean no, sir!” Laughing, she slipped her arms over her head as I licked down the length of her spine, taking my time.

  The scent of her was ripe, so delicious and my cock was standing at full attention, so ready to take her.

  Fuck her.

  Claim her.

  I was nothing but a crazed savage as I peeled open her ass cheeks, licking all the way down the crack. I kicked apart her legs until they were wide open, ready for anything I decided to give her. Growling, I rolled the tip of my tongue around her rosy hole, dipping just inside.

  “Fuck. Oh...” Carina slapped her hand on the deck, her back heaving.

  I repeated the move then thrust three fingers inside, jamming in hard and fast, drilling into the very core of her. “A hard ass fucking,” I managed, my entire body stiffening as the desire increased.

  “Uh-huh.” She continued shaking as I finger fucked her ass, but I wanted so much more. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  “I plan on it, my beautiful, filthy little girl.”

  Positioning my cock, I impaled her sweet pussy with one long, hard stroke, gripping her hips as I threw my head back and roared. The way her pussy muscles opened up, spreading wide then clamping around my shaft was earth shattering. I couldn’t stop shaking, blood pumping wildly throughout my veins.

  She moaned, jerking up from the deck, her head tipped back. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  I held the stance, every muscle shuddering then pulled almost all the way out, thrusting again. And again. I dug my fingers into her soft skin as I fucked her, water slashing everywhere from the crazed actions. I would take her several times tonight without hesitation.

  I wanted my cum filling every hole, splashed across her sweet skin. I wanted her to drink every drop, draining me then hungering for more.

  Her pussy muscles clenched around the thick invasion, drawing me in even deeper. I could hear her slight laughter, her attempt at taking some control. She was a little hellion, a woman that would indeed need to be broken. As soon as the words shifted through my mind, a wash of relief flooded me. I wanted her full and complete submission.

  And I would accept no less.

  I threw away all rational thoughts as I fucked her long and hard, fueled by her guttural sounds of utter bliss. I was awakened, exploding with energy and passion. Harder. Faster. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her entire body was rocking from the force of my hard thrusts, wet hair clinging to her face, her lips pursed as she issued the ragged sounds.

  Then my body refused to respond, my balls swelling to the point of anguish. As she clamped her pretty pink lips, her tight muscles around my shaft again, I almost lost it, cum racing up my cock.

  I yanked back the orgasm, taking several deep breaths, growling as I pulled out and slid the tip along the crack of her ass. Wrapping my hand around the base, I guided my cockhead past her ass cheeks, smacking her twice until the tip was positioned just inside. “A hard ass fucking.” I gripped her hips, keeping her in place as I slowly slid my shaft halfway inside. Lowering my head and panting, I thrust the remainder all the way in, gasping for air as the sensations rocketed down to the very tips of my toes.

  “Oh, God. Oh...” Her scattered moans filtered into the night sky, her legs quaking.

  I pivoted forward, rocking her as I fucked her asshole, driving deep inside. She kept her legs wide open, pushing back against me with every brutal plunge.

  “Yes!”

  There was no way I could stop, trying desperately to hold back my climax. This was so damn good. The warmth. The tightness. I was in my own world of raw ecstasy, unable to think or focus. But I didn’t care. She was everything.

  Harder and faster I plunged, yanking the very breath from her soul. She moaned the entire time, her body writhing underneath me.

  When I could hold back no longer, my balls ready to explode, I simply closed my eyes, slipping my hands under her, cupping her breasts. The second I shot my load, filling her with my seed, I knew I could never lose her. I would do everything to keep her with me. I would go to the ends of the Earth to keep her safe.

  If only she could be mine.

  “Oh. Oh...” she breathed, lolling her head.

  I pulled her against my chest, using my chin to ease her hair to the side. “You are...amazing.”

  She held my arms, nuzzling against my body, so serene and happy.

  But looks could be deceiving.

  The ugly thought shattered my mood, filling me with resentment and anger, a lump forming in my throat.

  We weren’t allowed to share a moment, not with danger surrounding us.

  Shuddering, I eased back, biting her shoulder then tipping my head to lock eyes with Damien. I could see concern on his face, an understanding that this was far from over. We wouldn’t be able to live in the fantasy after tonight. The thought was daunting.

  Carina was ripped from my grasp by rough hands. I waited, watching as Aleksandr dragged her to the center of the hot tub, sliding his hands to her breasts. His animalistic growl was all I could hear as he bent down, swirling his tongue around one nipple then the other.

  Damien said nothing, but his single nod was one of knowing. We would fight this together, finding a way to hunt down our enemies.

  The how and why didn’t matter at this moment, but the realization would come crashing down soon enough. Her cries of ecstasy drew my attention back to reality and I gazed at her longingly.

  Damien moved through the water, crowding her space, ready to take his turn.

  Carina’s face remained serene and content as she closed her eyes, lolling her head against Damien’s chest. Maybe I was a sick voyeur after all, hovering as the three played, caressing each other’s bodies in a luxurious fashion. My cock remained partially hard, twitching as I watched them.

  Aleks sucked on her hardened buds, licking and nipping as she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. Damien rubbed his hands down from her lithe neck, brushing just the tip of his finger down her back.

  She r
ocked her arms backward, running her fingers through Damien’s hair, laughing softly. Everything seemed cathartic, a test of my fortitude. I was a one woman guy and had always been, although I’d only gotten remotely close to a woman twice, both relationships ending badly.

  The thought almost made me laugh. Why did I give a shit now? What did it matter?

  My excuse had always been because of my job. Now, I knew better. The torch had always burned for Carina. I realized my hands were shaking as they three of them moved closer together, Aleksandr thrust his cock deep inside her pussy, Damien taking her tight ass.

  The beauty of the group wasn’t lost on me, even though all the macho bullshit I’d accepted about myself also came into play.

  Even the ridiculous concept of sharing on a regular basis came into my mind. What in the hell was I thinking? We would remain targets for our entire lives, no matter if Lucian and The Raven were captured. There would always be their minions, assassins ready to finish off the leader’s enemies.

  And we were enemy number one.

  Or so I thought.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned, undulating her body as the two men took her hard and fast. In and out. Harder. Faster.

  The blur of what was occurring forced me to close my eyes. What was the stupid saying? If you loved someone enough you let them go? Hell, at least I wouldn’t be the one to make that choice.

  Anger rolled through my already tense muscles, clawing at my insides. A nagging fear remained. We would leave this house tomorrow. There was no other choice.

  Where would we go? I had no freaking idea, but somewhere safe, where not a single soul knew of our location. What limited trust I had held no merit any longer, my instinct almost never wrong.

  I’d made a mistake in making the phone call and my fear was we would all pay dearly.

  I slipped out of the water, talking long strides back toward the set of chairs. Another odd sensation shifted into my gut, only this time it had nothing to do with my raging libido. Grabbing my pants, I yanked the phone from my pocket, touching the screen.

  I’d been right. I hated being right.

  As I read the text, I shook my head.

  Game on. Queen takes Knight.

  Would any of us survive?

  * * *

  “What are your dreams?” Carina asked.

  She’d been so quiet since the experience in the hot tub, perhaps basking in the glory of the hard fucking as well as another round of discipline, but I sensed she remained on edge. The question itself wasn’t something I would have expected.

  Or wanted to answer.

  “I don’t have any burning dreams. I learned a long time ago that life always serves up a curve ball so why bother.”

  “I feel so sorry for you. Life isn’t worth living without a dream or two. Even I have them.” She huffed and swirled her wine. “Although I’m beginning to wonder why myself. Still, you seem so unfulfilled, so sad.”

  I took a swig of my drink, reflecting on the last few years. “Don’t feel sorry for me. I chose my career and my way of life.”

  “A cop spending his life working undercover. I can’t even imagine what it must be like, the extreme and constant danger, no real home to come home to after a long day of work.”

  “Honorable work, or so I thought and there are certain perks. When I was involved in the Dioletti organization, I had to fake enjoying life, so I got very good at it.”

  “But you enjoyed that world, didn’t you?”

  As usual, she’d seen right through me. Sighing, I realized she wanted and needed honesty. “Fabulous cars. Money. The finest food. What’s not to enjoy?”

  “And women?”

  Hearing the angst in her voice, I inched closer. “There was never anyone who mattered when I was deep undercover. I refused to get close. I realized early into the game that letting my guard down in any fashion would take away my edge, quite possibly ending my life.”

  “And now?” She kept her eyes locked onto mine. “Is this just another job for you?”

  How in the hell could I answer her question with any level of honesty? “You’re not what I expected, Carina. This isn’t what I would have chosen under any circumstances.”

  “Interesting answer or maybe I’m just too tough for you.” I heard the tease in her voice, her attempt at getting to know the devil inside.

  Too bad I wasn’t in the mood.

  The silence was difficult, cutting into me but any answer I gave her would be the wrong one.

  “You don’t have to answer. I get it.” She seemed resigned, giving me a halfhearted smile.

  “I don’t think you could. No one should anyway,” I said quietly.

  Another round of tension filled the air.

  “I could almost do this forever,” Carina said, half laughing when she noticed my expression. “Don’t worry, Ruger, I’m not falling in love with my abductors. Or have you turned into my protectors now?”

  Swallowing, the lump in my throat remained. “We will try and protect you.”

  “Well, an honest answer. And you know what? I believe you. I don’t think any of you want to hurt me, other than providing spankings of course.” She offered another laugh, brushing the tips of her fingers across her succulent lips and I watched very single move she made, my longing growing once again.

  “This house? You like this house?” I asked, easing next to her and leaning over the railing. Maybe a part of me wanted a normal conversation. I’d yet to tell any of them that Lucian had sent another text. I wasn’t just on edge any longer. I suspected that our location had somehow been compromised and there was only one way that could have occurred. I was seething inside, uncertain of whether or not to follow my instincts.

  “The house. The mountains. The three of you would be nice. Every girl’s fantasy, except for being a hostage instead of a willing participant.” Her words were almost wistful. She’d dressed and the way the tight jeans hugged every lush curve was far too stimulating, dragging my mind away from the job at hand. She’d single handedly placed a spell on me fifteen years before and damn if I couldn’t break her iron fisted hold from around my heart.

  Her thoughts were definitely a beautiful dream.

  They were also unrealistic.

  “I know what you’re thinking. Even if this situation had started under completely different circumstances, there could never be anything like this anyway, not with the kind of man you are,” she whispered before taking a sip of her wine.

  “What does that mean?” The challenge in my tone was palpable.

  “You know exactly what it means, Ruger. You’re far too controlling to allow two other men in a relationship with me. With any woman for that matter. You’re very...Neanderthal. Don’t take that in the wrong way. Your dominating side is kinda sexy, but you have to be the one making all the decisions. There’s no romance about you, just hard fucking. I do love a thick cock, but there’s more to of passion than sex only. Although a relationship doesn’t have to be conventional.” She laughed again, throwing a look in my direction. “What in the world do I know? I’ve had three actual relationships in my life, two of them barely lasting five months.”

  Exhaling, I looked further out into the darkness, shadows consuming much of the glorious landscaping.

  And for the first time, I was terrified of the outcome.

  “And the third?”

  The glow around her eyes seemed to die out, her lips pursing. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Maybe I’d like to hear about it.”

  She closed the distance, tilting her head. I could see a slight mist covering her eyes, her long lashes harboring a single tear. “You don’t deserve to hear about my life. I’m just your hostage, remember? You say you’re going to protect me, but I’m not certain how you even think you can. If everything you and the others have told about this Raven dude is true, then it’s only a matter of time until he gets what he wants. You have your own life outside of all of this and you’re certainly the kind of man who wil
l pick up the pieces and move on. Besides, you won’t even tell me your real name. How am I supposed to trust someone who won’t have the decency to tell me that?”

  The change in her tone should have surprised me but I understood her response. She was challenging me, trying to get a reaction.

  “My name doesn’t matter.”

  “Just what I thought. I’m going to bed. Don’t bother locking me in, Ruger. Where in God’s name could I go? You made certain of that.” Sighing, she brushed past me.

  I grabbed her arm, yanking her back against me. “Whether you believe me or not, we are going to protect you. I made that promise and I intend on keeping it.”

  “Why? Just tell me why you suddenly care so much.” She tilted her head, those same shimmering eyes that had held such desire only hours before now filled with animosity.

  “Because... Because it’s the right thing to do.”

  “Then I guess we’re at our final impasse, Ruger. I see no reason to continue faking anything. If you’ve learned anything about me, I hope it’s that I’m no fool. While you hide behind your armor of steel, pretending that it’s for honorable reasons, your entire world is crumbling around you. I was someone willing to fight for the man inside, the one I was falling for, but I see now how stupid I was. Thank you for at least ending the charade.” Carina nodded several times and slowly tugged her arm away, walking into the house. I knew she’d closed the door not just on our conversation but on any concept of a future together.

  As if there could be such a thing.

  I was such a fucking fool.

  Her damning words thundered into my mind, swirling in a pit of blackness, but she was right. Damn the woman was right.

  And still, a knife had been shoved into my cold, black heart.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carina

  Bastard.

  Asshole.

  I was entirely too emotional, drained to the point my fingers were numb.

  Just like my heart.

  I knew Ruger couldn’t be completely trusted, but I’d hoped for a crack in his shell. He was also in love with someone else. Lily. I’d overheard the conversation he’d had with Damien. In fact, it appeared that both men were in love with her. I was sick to my stomach, knots pooling deep inside, twisting and turning. Even breathing had become difficult. I wiped away the falling tears, determined to reign in my emotions, but every thought I had included Ruger.