Hostage

by Stone, Piper

  Ruger twisted my nipples, until they were so sensitive. When he broke the kiss, peppering his lips down my chin to my chest, I rolled my hands to his back, fingering his muscles. The way his wet mouth captured my hardened buds, sucking then releasing, moving to the other in a continuous pattern, kept my breath skipping. The electricity soared, lights flashing in front of my eyes.

  “Oh. Oh!” I screamed as Damien rolled his lips up and down the length of my pussy, licking every drop. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, an intense climax roaring around the corner. “Let me come. Please! Please, God!”

  There were no words of affirmation, only the sounds of licking and sucking, driving me to the point of utter madness. I couldn’t think or see clearly, could no longer feel my legs. “Please.”

  The moan was followed by a sharp snap of fingers across my pussy lips then the very words I longed to hear.

  “Come for me, baby. Come hard.” Damien’s voice managed to filter into my brain, attacking my senses until I finally let go.

  The climax rushed up from my toes, slamming into me, the force pulling me off the bed. Ruger licked and sucked my nipples, biting down as the orgasm continued, their combined savage sounds mixing with my own.

  I had no way of knowing how long the amazing moment latest, but I was spent, falling back on the bed and gasping for air. Lightheaded, I laughed softly. Nervously. I knew there was much more.

  Ruger yanked me to the center of the bed, easing on top. His face was like a primal God, ready to consume. He gave me a predatory smile as he lifted my legs, pulling them over his shoulders. He kissed one then the other as he slid his cock just inside, holding.

  Waiting.

  I palmed his chest, digging my fingernails into his almost perfect skin, giving him an evil glare.

  “You want this?” he asked.

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  “Remember what I said. Good girls get fucked in the pussy.” He thrust the entire length inside, shoving me up from the bed.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I raked my nails down his chest, taking a series of deep breaths as he plunged in and pulled out, teasing me relentlessly.

  I felt so deliciously dirty, so fulfilled and craving their cum spilling inside, filling me. The thought was sinful indeed, keeping every cell on edge as he powered into me, the hard slapping of skin to skin delicious music.

  Only a few seconds later, the euphoria was brought to a halt as he pulled back, grinning like a wild man. Damien took his place, lying on his back and pulling me on top, facing in the opposite direction.

  “Oh, God. Oh...” The sensations were entirely different, the tip of his cock sliding back and forth across my ‘G’ spot as he fucked me. He rubbed his hands up and down my back, guiding me, forcing me to ride him like a wild bronco.

  And I did.

  Using my strong thigh muscles, I pumped up and down, savoring the intensity, the rush of raw adrenaline. He was so large, filling me completely. There was nothing more powerful, more joyous as I moved up and down, every blood cell expanding. I lolled my head, taking deep breaths as another orgasm ripped through me.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!” I threw my head back, shocked when he fisted my hair, yanking me into a deep arc. He held me in that position as I came, jutting his hips as he took full control. I squeezed my muscles and the ragged sound leaving his throat gave me a lopsided smile.

  “So tight. So fucking wet. I can’t hold it.” He issued a strangled howl.

  I felt the warm gush as he exploded into me, filling me. When he finally let me go, I slumped forward, struggling to breathe. There would be no rest, no time for relaxation. I was whisked off the bed, pulling into the air by powerful hands.

  “Now, we take you,” Ruger said, his eyes twinkling. I wrapped my legs around his thighs as he held me aloft, holding me with those muscular arms that I loved so much.

  I slid my arms around his neck, allowing them to dangle as he brought me down on his cock ever so slowly. Only seconds later, I could feel the heat of Aleksandr’s body pressing against mine, his cockhead moving up and down the crack of my ass. I held my breath as he slipped it into my puckered hole, undulating his hips as he slid further inside.

  “You like two cocks, sweet sunshine?” Aleksandr asked, his hot breath skipping over my skin like smooth velvet.

  “Yes. Yes.” I shuddered as he pushed further inside and when both cocks were fully seated, only then could I exhale. I’d never felt so filled, so loved. Everything about this was beautiful, a wonderful moment.

  I studied Ruger’s eyes as the two men fucked me, taking their time in what had to be a perfect orchestration. They were so powerful, strong and muscular. Their exotic scents tickled my nose, filling my very soul. I was free, able to savor and enjoy, ready to give them all I had.

  Their actions became more manic, pumping in aggressive actions, stretching me wide open. I lolled my head, taking shallow breaths as the hard fucking continued. There was nothing more amazing.

  Their muscles tensed, their hands stroking my sensitive skin and I knew they couldn’t hold back any longer. As I tipped my head back, squeezing, pure ecstasy rushing into my system, I said a silent prayer that this would last.

  Even as the dark demons continued haunting me.

  I knew in my heart and soul that our nightmare wasn’t over.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ruger

  Three days later

  The news was filled with the events occurring in Baton Rouge, although the reports were sketchy, the various FBI agents brought in doing very little talking. Every scrap of information I’d collected and every item my father had left me was now in their capable hands. Was I absolved of the sin or the guilt? That might never happen, but at least I would have a hand in cleaning up the city.

  I stood in front of the television, clenching my fists as I watched the play-by-play of the various arrests, too many to keep track of.

  “Your captain ended up being one of the good guys?”

  I smiled hearing Carina’s voice. I was grateful for everything Captain Sykes had been able to do, including preventing me from being arrested, as well as taking the chance and contacting an FBI agent that he knew and trusted. Thank God, I’d trusted my instincts with the man, someone I would always respect. There were still additional questions to be answered, and time to spend with law enforcement, but I’d been given a few days of reprieve. “Very much so.”

  She slipped her arm around me, leaning her head against my shoulder. “I just can’t believe how widespread the Trust’s reach really is.”

  “From what little I was told, the FBI, the CIA and other agencies have been trying to break the code of the Trust for almost a decade. What is occurring in Baton Rouge is merely the tip of the iceberg.”

  “It’s really scary to think that the men involved were pillars of society,” she said in such a quiet manner, yet her tone full of resolve. She’d taken the news perhaps the hardest, having worked with at least two of the attorneys arrested since accepting the position with the prosecutor’s office.

  “Everyone has secrets to hide.” I glanced into the kitchen, chuckling under my breath. Damien and Aleks making dinner was something I thought I’d never see. We were almost like a regular family. I’d thought about this several times during the last two day, even more so when all I could think about was getting back to her—to my family. Jesus. How things changed in a matter of days. I’d been forced to face what was most important in my life, the fact I could no longer tell much of the difference in right versus wrong.

  Maybe I was no better than the men involved in the Trust, the organization developed in the forties still recruiting new members. The only difference in now versus when my father had been involved was that there were no boundaries, in country or the kinds of crimes that members of the Trust would either condone. Captain Sykes had told me over almost an entire bottle of scotch that he’d been pressured to join for years, kept from obtaining any further promotions because he refused. He
also told me that the Raven had changed everything, killing anyone who got in his way.

  Lucian Masters had been considered a major player, his particular realm including several states. He was loyal to the Raven, living the high life in exchange for rounding up criminals such as Santana Dioletti, but the reasons had nothing to do with justice. The captain also confirmed that a hit had been placed on Dioletti, one the Trust preferred to do in the bloodiest manner possible to end any pushback from the mafia family and to send a message to the other Mafioso leaders. The contract would have been completed if I hadn’t intervened, providing a new cause for Santana to embrace. He was still an enemy, but a certain level of respect had been gained.

  One day, I would be forced to hunt him again.

  For that alone, I would be hunted for perhaps the rest of my life. In my mind, that was the least of my worries. While Captain Sykes only surmised the identity of the Raven, a guess I’d confirmed as a possibility, neither he nor anyone else had actual proof that the man even existed.

  For now, we would wait until the heat died down and all the players within Baton Rouge had been rounded up before showing our faces. After that? Well, I hadn’t thought that far ahead at this point.

  “You’re right,” she whispered. “They do.”

  She squeezed my arm as a Breaking News Bulletin flashed across the screen.

  “And in more stunning news, both the lieutenant governor and the Republican state senator have been arrested in what has been described as one of the most catastrophic sting operations in Louisiana’s history. Sources tell us that dozens of additional arrests are expected and while the police officer responsible for breaking this case wide open intends on remaining anonymous, there are dozens of speculations about his or her identity.”

  I rubbed my eyes, still unable to sleep for more than a few hours at a time.

  “What about the Raven?” she asked, her tone full of anxiety.

  “The captain isn’t privy to a huge portion of the information, but from what he knows, the criminal mastermind has yet to be identified. There are reports that he is in the country, which could mean additional bloodshed.”

  Carina laughed. “How would they even know where he is?”

  “Sources,” I said, laughing.

  She gave me a mischievous look. “You asked for Santana’s help, didn’t you?”

  I lifted my eyebrows, chuckling under my breath. “I can’t keep anything away from you. You’re one smart cookie.”

  “I’m a prosecuting attorney. I get paid to be observant.” Exhaling, she shook her head. “Of course, I’m not certain I even have a job to go back to or that I even care.”

  In his last act prior to being arrested, Lucian had made good on his threat, releasing the now infamous sex tape. At least the story had been shoved to the bottom of the barrel given the recent arrests, but the release had stung all of us for several reasons.

  “I wouldn’t worry.”

  “He knows who the Raven is, doesn’t he? My guess is that the Raven won’t need to be brought to justice. Maybe I’m just doing wishful thinking.” Her eyes were twinkling. “I’m surprised Santana agreed to help you. He’s a vengeful person.”

  “Let’s just say that I made him a deal he couldn’t refuse. The Raven, which allows Santana to grow his operation, for the lives of the people I care about.”

  Recoiling, she darted her eyes across mine. “You risked your life when you had no idea if Santana would allow you to walk out the door alive?”

  “Had to be done. There was no other choice.” I couldn’t keep eye contract. There were so many aspects of the case, including the various members of the Trust that were yet to be divulged. When they did, it would place Carina in further harm’s way. I couldn’t do that. Not now.

  Perhaps not ever.

  “Then you’re my hero,” she whispered, moving onto her toes and kissing me on the cheek. “Along with Aleksandr and Damien. What’s going to happen to them?”

  I shrugged. “Well, as far as the police and the FBI are concerned, Damien was never here. His face didn’t appear on the tape and I certainly didn’t tell them.”

  Exhaling, she glanced back at the television, wincing when Santana’s face appeared. “And Aleks?”

  “Up to him. There will be no charges placed against him. He was merely in the United States working undercover.”

  “You do have powerful connections.” She gave me another heated smile. “I’m glad. Still, he wasn’t able to have his revenge for the death of his wife. No closure.”

  “Remember that karma has a funny way of intervening when you least expect it.”

  “A wise man,” she whispered.

  A bitter smile crossed my face. I wasn’t wise or brave and I certainly wasn’t anyone’s hero. I’d lost sight of what was most important a long time ago.

  She walked away, moving past the television to the open door, staring out at the early evening sky as she leaned against the doorframe. “There’s going to be a storm later. I can smell it in the air.”

  I moved behind her, gazing out at the gently rolling waves. “I wish we could stay here.”

  “I know. We have our duties to perform.” She absently rubbed her fingers across my arm. “I hope Lucian Masters fries for what he did to you.”

  “Well, word on the street is that he has the best team of lawyers in the country. He’ll be out on bail by the end of the day. I have no doubt.”

  “What about Lily? Is she back home yet?”

  I heard every haunting note in her voice, the sound filling me with regret for so many aspects of my life. I would forever be grateful to Aleksandr, his contacts locating her within one day. “She’s with her family. Did I ever tell you I have a niece and nephew?”

  “No! I bet you’re a doting uncle.”

  If only I could be.

  “What about your dad? You never talk about his involvement with the Trust.”

  I looked away, a solid thump in my heart. “Let’s take a walk.” I took her hand in mine, the concept of closeness remaining foreign. I wanted her beside me. I would have died to keep her safe, but I wasn’t entirely certain I was capable of being anything but an undercover cop. Although I doubted I’d be allowed back on the job any time soon. Like Carina, I wasn’t certain I even wanted to go back to my old life.

  As we walked down the stairs, the light breeze blowing across the soft sand, I locked our fingers together. “My father was a member of the Trust early on, although I only believed that he was a bad cop in an even worse system. We didn’t talk, and I honestly threw him out of my life as soon as I had the chance, much the same as Lily did. I became her protector, her older brother who was there when she needed help or guidance. I was the man to walk her down the aisle when she got married. She was truly the only family I ever had.”

  “That is just so sad.”

  “We adapted, as everyone who has difficulty in a family does. I hated him, loathed everything he stood for. When I became a cop, I made a promise to myself that I was going to do everything differently. Unfortunately, I think I turned out just like him.” As we walked along the shoreline, I was honestly surprised that opening up to her felt like the right thing to do.

  “From what I know, you’re an amazing officer.”

  “Yeah, a man who willingly abducted a woman.”

  “You had your reasons. I understand more than you know.” She clung to me as we walked, digging her toes into the sane. “My father wasn’t a good man either.”

  I wanted her to open up, to feel safe in talking with me about anything, but who the hell was I to judge? “When my father was murdered, I didn’t bother going through the will for almost two years. His attorney kept bugging me. I didn’t give a shit what my father had left me. One day, I just decided I needed to deal with my anger. I found stocks, bonds and cash in a safe deposit box. I also found a key and a letter to me only.”

  “Did you read it?”

  “Took me two months, but I finally opened i
t. I only had to read the first few lines to know there was another secure location holding some of his things. I followed the clues and what I found was shocking, even terrifying.”

  She stopped, moving in front of me. “You don’t have to tell me, but I admit, I’d like to know what you found.”

  “I want to tell you everything. What I didn’t know is that he kept evidence on his fellow officers, members of Congress, important businessmen, attorneys, judges. You name it. They were a close-knit group. When certain things began to occur; unexplained murders and abductions, likely driven by the Raven, he no longer wanted a part of the organization. But you don’t leave. You’re a member for life.”

  “Another member of the Trust found out and had him killed.”

  “Yes. I have no idea who pulled the trigger, although I can make an educated guess, but that’s not what was important. There were volumes of handwritten journals, receipts and copies of emails. Even documents. I only delved into a small portion.”

  “I have to ask you. Why didn’t you go to the police?”

  Her question deserved an answer. “At first because I was sickened, so many of the people my father identified as being a part of the Trust were people I’d respected. More importantly, I couldn’t take the risk. Given the Trust’s power and influence, any one of them could have easily targeted Lily or make good on any number of threats I’d received. But, I made certain contacts in the FBI and had planned on turning over everything when I was sent undercover. There was no way that I could risk having my cover blown. I hid the evidence where no one could find it and told no one. The guilt nagged me night after night, keeping me on edge. I think I was sent under to keep me quiet or worse.”

  “You weren’t supposed to come out alive,” she whispered, her tone full of anger.

  “I don’t think so. Captain Sykes told me that he hadn’t been the one to order me to serve in Santana’s organization.”