The ride seemed to last for an eternity. She quelled her tears, but her thoughts kept them dangerously close to the surface. She thought of her father, taking a break from an important meeting to tuck her in to bed, showing her how to ride a horse, kissing her bruises when she fell, kissing her goodbye when she moved Districts. It was almost baffling to think she’d never see him again. It was soul crushing to be sitting next to her murderous brother. Her chest ached as she thought of where the carriage was headed and what it was taking her away from.
After a few hours, they turned onto a dirt road. Guards saluted them as the carriage disappeared into the forest. After a few minutes they came to a stop and her brother pulled her out onto to small road. They walked for about twenty minutes, before coming upon a bustling camp site. A dozen field tents dotted the area and countless soldiers were busy at work cooking, cleaning weapons, and tending to this or that. Alistair nodded to a guard and the man put his fingers in his mouth, giving a loud whistle. The men turned to look at them. Olivia’s stomach turned into a knot. In a moment, Olivia felt as though her situation went from bad to incredibly worse.
“Men,” Alistair yelled. “I’ve returned with my whore of a sister as promised.” Cheers went out throughout the crowd, Olivia felt faint.
She watched her brother respond to their cheers with an arrogance she was very familiar with and with a showmanship that made her wonder how she never saw his true potential before – his potential to take his ambition to a cruel, psychotic level.
“Now,” he shouted over their hoots and hollers, “I promised the lord that we would leave this District, but I didn’t say how we’d leave it.” More hollers and Olivia’s eyes grew wide. “Tomorrow morning we’re going to burn this District to the ground.” More cheering. “Yes! Yes! And.” He had to pause as the men quieted down, “and as a reward for all of your hard work, I’ll be handing over Lord Landon’s whore.” He pushed Olivia forward and the men started hooting and hollering anew. Alistair gave a toothy grin. “That’s right, she’ll be yours to do with as you like. You all can have a taste of this traitorous slut.”
Olivia felt as though she’d throw up. When she left him, he was a conniving, power-hungry young man, now he was completely mad. She never would have guessed that it’d be him, not Cole, who’d help realize her greatest fear. She turned to him, trying to talk some sense into him, but as soon as she opened her mouth he turned to her, cutting her off with a crazed fire in his eyes.
“Now kneel, you worthless whore,” he yelled.
Olivia just stared at him. “How can you do this? To your own sister?” she said.
Alistair sneered at her and struck her hard across the cheek, her head flung back and she stumbled, but she stayed on her feet. She wasn’t about to bow down to him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I lost my sister the day you let that tyrant have you. Now bow before your ruler. Show these men who you truly obey.”
Olivia cupped her cheek, a handprint clearly visible. “Fuck you,” she said and spat at him.
The man let out an angry screech and hit her again, this time sending her to the floor. Her lip was split and blood dripped down her chin. The crowd cheered again as she lay crumpled on the ground at his feet. Alistair bent down on one knee and took a fist full of her hair, yanking her head up to show the crowd her beaten face.
“That’s my girl, now you’re where you belong. Tell me,” he said stroking her hair, “did you like being at his feet, did you call his name as he fucked you?” She snarled at him, but stayed where she was. He raised his arms up in a triumphant gesture before yelling, “Prepare men, we march at dawn.” He turned to her one last time. “You’ll have plenty of names to call out soon enough. Guards!” Two men came and picked her up, dragging Olivia to a tent and used the wrist and ankle bands she still wore to secure her.
. . .
Cole sat at his desk. He was supposed to be responding to an important email, but he was absently staring at the screen, chewing on his thumb. He was like that for hours. A loud knocking at the door made him jump.
“Come in,” he barked, sitting up straight in his chair.
Ronny nearly fell through the door. He recovered, scrambling up to Cole’s desk, out of breath.
“We followed them, sir. Just like you said,” he was panting. “You were right. She’s in trouble. I know where their camp is-”
Cole jumped out of his seat, not even waiting to hear the rest. Ronny followed close behind him.
. . .
Olivia’s wrists were red and raw from trying to free herself from her wrist bonds. Her cheeks were tear stained and filthy. Her body slumped with exhaustion. The guards threw her in a tent and left her there for hours. Even though it was large it was also vacant of any furniture except for one, dimly glowing, lantern. She sat with her eyes closed, shivering as night fell and the air became cool.
The soldiers grew louder and louder with the coming of night. Every now and then she could hear her brother’s voice, yelling this and that to the men. They started drinking a little after nightfall and by full darkness nearly all of them were drunk. Apparently, her return was cause for a great celebration. Shadows stumbled and swayed past the tent and she could hear the slurred talking of a few passing men. No one came into the tent after she was dumped there. She was exhausted, but also too afraid to fall asleep. To afraid that a drunken conversation would turn to her and the men would decide to enter her tent.
She thought of Cole and grew angry. He forced so much from her, her submission, her pleasure, but more than anything he forced the beginnings of feelings she didn’t yet understand. She still wasn’t sure if they were merely feelings of intense desire or more. Did she yearn to be near him because of her captivity or did this man have sway over her in a more simplistic way. Did she want Cole? Would she consider him more than just her captor? Maybe, but he betrayed her, through his silence and compliance with Alistair. She shook her head, her thoughts were useless. She was far away from the fort and the man she was so caught up in.
After some time, Olivia managed to fall asleep. It was restless and uncomfortable. She woke up to almost every shout from the men and to sharp pains in her neck, arms, and back. So when there was a loud sounding of a horn she didn’t immediately realize it was far more than the revelry of drunken soldiers. An explosion jolted her fully away and she jerked her head up, suddenly fully alert. Men started shouting. Gun fire could be heard in the distance. She strained to make out what the commotion was about. Shouts came from all over the camp. She heard a group of men run past her tent. Another blast of gunfire came from across the way. She tried to stifle a scream of fright at the sound. Her brother burst into the tent seconds later.
“Get up! Get the hell up,” he yelled at her, yanking her to her feet.
He tapped her feet and wrists, freeing Olivia from her bonds.
“What’s happening?” she asked him.
“We have to go,” he said, pulling her to the entrance.
Just then, a second man rushed into the tent, holding a gun aimed at them both. Her brother drew her against him, his arm circling around her neck, and pulled out his own gun.
“Stop right there,” Alistair barked.
The second man halted. Olivia stared at him, trying to make out his features in the dim lighting. Something about him was so familiar. Even with the soldier’s clothing and dirt covered face, intimate details became clear. Broad, protective, shoulders, dark hair that stood up on its ends, like he repeatedly ran his hands through it, and eyes that seemed grayer than possible. Cole.
“Put the gun down, Alistair. Let her go,” Cole said with a deadly voice.
Alistair barked out a laugh. “Do you think I’m mad?” the man sneered, pressing the muzzle of his gun hard against Olivia’s temple.
“We have your soldiers surrounded, there’s no escape. Your best chance is to give yourself up. Now let her go.” Cole never took his eyes away from the man, his gun stayed pointed s
traight and true.
“Now that’s where you’re wrong, I’m going to walk out of here. Do you know why? Because I’ve got something you want.” He pressed the muzzle harder against Olivia’s head, she winced in pain.
“Cole,” she said in nothing more than a whisper.
Hearing her say his name broke his concentration, Cole looked at her. Alistair took that second of distraction and lurched, swinging at him. He hit Cole in the face with the butt of his gun. Cole stumbled and fell, dazed by the hit. Alistair laughed again.
“Weak, just like my father,” he said, lifting his gun, about to pull the trigger.
“No!” Olivia shouted and did the first thing she could think of, she bit his arm and bit it hard.
The gun fell from his hand. Alistair bellowed in pain, throwing her to the side.
“Stupid bitch,” he barked, smacking her.
Olivia saw stars as pain raced through her head. She heard a bellow of anger, but couldn’t figure out who made the sound. There was a scuffle around her. Between the sounds of fighting in the tent and the din of people running around outside she couldn’t gain her bearings. As her vision came back into focus, she saw Cole and her brother rolling around on the floor, exchanging blows. Cole was the larger, more skilled fighter, but her brother was crazed.
Olivia scuttled backwards, away from their fighting. Cole landed a solid punch to the head, causing her brother to fall away from him. Alistair fell close enough to one of the guns that he lunged for it. Cole realized what was happening a second too late and dove, but missed the gun. Alistair snatched it up. Olivia panicked; she looked around and found the other gun only a few feet from her. As her brother pulled the gun on Cole with an evil smirk she grabbed the other one.
“Stop!” she yelled, pointing the gun at her brother.
Alistair laughed. “You wouldn’t, baby sister,” he said, cocking his gun.
He aimed at Cole, but stopped as he hear her cock her own gun.
“Yes. I will,” she said between gritted teeth. “Now, put the gun down.”
Her brother stared at her a moment, looking for confirmation that she would indeed shoot him. Her level, angry glare was all he needed and he shrugged his shoulders, dropping the gun.
“It’s always the whore.” He smiled. “Always the whore that ruins you.”
Cole snarled at him and punched him in the face; Alistair fell back, knocked unconscious. She cried out, surprised by his outburst.
“Olivia.” Cole went to her. “Are you okay?”
She didn’t respond she just stared at her brother, strewn across the ground. He shook her gently.
“Olivia?”
She looked at him then, her eyes still distant.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.
She shook her head. He brushed his thumb against her bruised cheek and split lip. He pulled her to him and she wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her head against his chest, as if she could melt into him. He came for me, she thought, wanting to stay in his embrace for as long as possible.
“Oh, Olivia, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he said.
All she could do was nod as her eyes grew glassy with tears. Her body began to tremble and Cole bent down to scoop her up into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, hiding her face as he carried her out of the tent. Her tears started to soak his shirt; he let her cry against him. He walked out of the tent and into chaos. Republic soldiers were rounding up the rest of the rebels. Smoke billowed up from all around the camp; a few bodies were strewn across the ground. The camp was destroyed and with it her brother’s chances at winning the war. Cole yelled to a few of his men and they rushed into the tent. He held her close as they made a straight line to a black carriage parked in the middle of the camp. He helped her climb into the back and pulled out a blanked from under the seat. Wrapping her up in it, he gently pushed her back so she would lie down.
“Rest. I’ll be back shortly.”
Cole barked out a few orders to his men, congratulated them on their success, and gave Ronny an appreciative squeeze on the shoulder. True to his word, Cole went straight back to her. He climbed into the seat with her and scooped her up in his arms, holding her like a child. She didn’t protest. Olivia curled up in his arms, enjoying the comfort and safety they provided. The carriage started to move and the subtle rocking quickly lulled her to sleep. Cole slouched down a little, relaxing. He watched her sleep, never feeling more relieved in his entire life. His wrist console flashed to life and Carlson’s voice filled the carriage.
“Lord Landon, I’m getting reports that your raid was a success. Well done!” Cole quickly adjusted the volume on his console so not to wake Olivia.
“Thank you Carlson, the prisoners should be arriving at your doorstep in a few hours.”
“Yes, great, I’ve begun to make arrangements. The general will be pleased to meet this Alistair. We both applaud you, your plan worked beautifully. What do you plan on doing about the girl?”
Cole looked down at Olivia, slumbering peacefully in his arms.
“I know what I have to do.”
“I’m sure you do, Cole,” Carlson said, ending the feed.
His console turned off and the carriage was again returned to darkness. It took them a few hours to get back to the fort and he was exhausted, but Cole couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep. He spent most of the time watching her and thinking about what he wanted to do verse what he had to.
. . .
Olivia woke ever so slightly; she was in a soft bed, with a warm body pressed up against hers. She felt a familiar hardness and pressed herself up against it. A hand went to her hip, gently stroking the naked skin. She let out a murmur of pleasure as she slowly came to consciousness. Lips went to her neck, kissing her gently. She pressed harder against the body next to her and was rewarded with a deep growl. Cole pushed her onto her back and moved on top of her. She lifted her eyelids, but they were still so heavy it took a few times before she could keep them open and focus on the man who was stroking her thighs, coaxing them to open.
She spread her legs open wide for him and he slipped between them, lining up his hard member with her entrance. He ran is cock up and down her lips a few times, causing her to moan in impatience. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him down to her.
“Please, Cole,” she whispered, needing to feel him, all of him.
He traced her lips with his finger, being careful to avoid the scab where her lip was split. His eyebrows came together in a deep frown.
“I’m sorry, Livie. I’m sorry for everything.” His voice was full of sorrow.
She shook her head; all she could focus on was his touch, all she wanted was more of it. She didn’t need his apology. Not right then. She’d work out her feelings for him tomorrow, tonight she needed him.
“Cole, just take me,” she begged, wiggling against his tormenting cock.
He groaned, complying with her demand and pushed inside her. Olivia moaned in satisfaction, her back arching as pleasure licked through her entire body. Cole lost himself to her response and started to thrust in and out of her, needing to make her fully his, to make her realize no one else would ever compare.
“Feel me, Olivia. Feel me deep inside you. Only I’m ever going to make you feel this good. No one else will ever fuck you the way I can.”
Her body shuddered at his words. She tried to reach out, to touch him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed.
“No, just feel me fucking you. I’m going to make you cum, Livie, with just my cock. You’re going to cum so fucking hard without me even having to touch you.”
His words were like liquid pleasure, pooling in her most sensitive spots. She shook her head, he was so arrogant. She needed him to touch her, to play with her clit if she was going to cum. He changed the angle of his thrusts just the littlest bit and all of a sudden she wasn’t so sure that was true anymore. Cole continued to whisper to her in a deep, rough, voice. The
dirty words and penetrating thrusts made her entire body coil up. She clung to him, spurred him on, rode wave after wave of desire until her body exploded with pleasure. Her vision went fuzzy and her entire body rocked around his as she screamed his name.
It took her some time to come down from her orgasm and he slowed his thrusts, giving her a chance to collect herself. When she looked back at him and he was satisfied that she’d fully returned to herself he flipped her on her stomach and lifted her hips. He pressed his cock against her rear. She instantly tensed.
“Relax, Livie,” he cooed, stroking her back. “I’m going to be the first for you in as many ways as I can. I’m going make you cum so hard you’ll never look at another man the same.”
He ran his fingers over her legs and butt, messaging her body, and coaxing her to calm down. It was working, she was softening.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, bending over her and swirling his tongue around her earlobe.
She didn’t respond, his ministrations were making her pant anew and she started to push into him, rubbing her rear against his hard cock.
“Do you trust me?” He pressed between her cheeks and moved a hand to gently tease one of her breasts.
“Yes.” It was barely more than a moan.
Cole slowly pushed against her tight entrance, his member already slick with her juices. He gritted his teeth and took long pulls of breath, steadying himself and forcing himself to go slowly. Every time she tensed up he rubbed her shoulders, teased her breasts, and kissed her neck until she relaxed again. Her breathing came in and out in loud hisses as he stretched a part of her that’d never been violated before. She wasn’t sure if the sensation felt good or bad, he just made her feel unbelievably full. She started to murmur his name. His lips never left her body as he covered her in encouraging kisses.
“That’s my girl,” he purred against her skin. “Relax, that’s it, baby. You’re so incredibly tight.”
When he fully sheathed himself in her ass, he stopped, letting her get accustomed to the feeling. He caressed her body, keeping her alive with arousal, his hand slipped to her pussy, fondling her sensitive folds. She moaned and rocked against him, the feeling causing her moan to deepen. He took this as a cue and started slowly moving in and out of her. Her moans grew louder as he picked up his pace, his hand still playing with her pussy.
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