The Hard Way: Taken Hostage by Kinky Bank Robbers 5

by Annika Martin

  I stuck my ass up in the air, and he zeroed in on my asshole the way that Thor had, teasing my pucker. I hissed as he pressed in two fingers. They went in like butter.

  “Zeus,” Odin said. “Do you see?”

  “Yes,” Zeus said, moving closer.

  “Three now,” Odin said, pressing three fingers into me. “How does it feel, goddess?”

  “Omigod,” I said, as much of an answer as he was getting.

  “Thor did a good job. Thor, take her head in your lap. Touch her ear the way she likes—lightly.”

  Thor guided my head into his lap. I held onto his thighs as he drew his finger around the shell of my ear.

  Thor’s light touches and Odin’s gentle probing of my asshole were a combustible combination. I whimpered off the sheer pleasure overload.

  “Do you see, Zeus, how I take her like this?”

  “Mm-hmm,” Zeus rumbled.

  OMG! Now Odin was making Zeus the watcher. It was official: Odin was officially trying to stimulate me to death.

  “Zeus is enjoying this very much,” Odin said. “He loves to see my fingers disappear into your beautiful, perfect asshole. And Zeus, what will you do if anybody comes by?”

  “Nobody’s coming by,” he growled, deep and deadly. Shivers went over me. I wanted him to say more about what he’d do if people with bad intentions came by—I loved when Zeus talked tough. But just then Odin curled his fingers inside my asshole, stretching and warming me from the inside, sending wild pleasure though me.

  It felt so dirty, so good.

  In and out he went. Odin was so often directing the others to do things to me, it was kind of special to have his attention so fierce on me like this.

  “Tell her what you’ll do if anyone comes to bother us, Zeus,” Odin said. “I think she’d like to hear more.”

  “I’ll fuck them up,” Zeus said. “Nobody bothers our Isis.”

  “More,” I gasped.

  “I’ll make them sorry if they even look at you.”

  It was superhot. “Please let me come,” I begged.

  “Not yet, goddess.” It was then that I felt his huge cock at my opening. He rocked against my ass. “Relax. Let yourself open to me.”

  “Oh my god,” I said as he slid deeper. We hadn’t done this in a long time; I’d forgotten how intense it was. I’d never felt so full. It was a new kind of feeling.

  “Is it okay?” he asked. “You want me to stop?”

  “God, no! Don’t stop,” I said. “It feels…perfect.”

  He pushed in deeper. I felt euphoric, flooded with forbidden endorphins and sensations I didn’t know were possible. I cried out.

  “You want me to get out?”

  “You can’t!” I gasped.

  It felt like he was rubbing my clit from the inside, like he was rubbing everything sensitive from the inside.

  “It’s…so much stimulation.”

  “I’m going to move, goddess,” Odin said.

  “Do it,” I gasped. “You have to. It’s so amazing, you don’t even know.”

  Odin began to move in me, tiny increments. I didn’t know I could feel so full, so utterly dominated from the inside. It was a little bit magical.

  “You are so beautiful when you are gone in pleasure.” He snaked his other hand around to touch my clit.

  “Can I come?” I gasped.

  I wasn’t sure whether I even said it out loud, but then Odin said, “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, goddess.”

  “Move, Odin,” I said. “Move more.”

  When he moved in me, it was like sending a ripple through my whole body. It was so much of everything good.

  “Look at her face, Zeus,” Odin said.

  “I’m looking,” Zeus rumbled. “You look like you’re having a religious experience, Ice.”

  “I am,” I breathed, getting up a rhythm. “It’s the deepest fucking ever. I never want you to pull out.”

  “I think that would make airline travel a challenge,” Zeus said.

  I was too gone to acknowledge the joke. It was like Odin’s cock was gripping my brain itself, making me feel wild and good. I realized about here that I was the one moving and not the other way around, making him fuck me harder, invade me harder, making his head rub on something amazing inside me. “I love you,” I gasped.

  “You’re going to come,” Thor said. “Look at her. She’s losing it.”

  He was wrong. I was feeling every painful, beautiful feeling in the world, and I hadn’t even begun to orgasm. Maybe I was in a land beyond orgasms. I could hear Odin talking, but I was too far away on some forbidden wave of pleasure.

  I tried to focus on his words. Zeus, he was talking about. How much Zeus loved seeing him so deep in me.

  “You can’t imagine how it feels, goddess,” Odin said, leaning near me. “How much you trust me to let me in like this.”

  I craned my neck around and caught his gaze, but it was more than our eyes connecting. He’d seemed so far away these past weeks, but suddenly we were together in this deep way. I loved feeling him in me.

  “Move a little,” I whispered. “Little pulses.”

  He moved inside me. Just his first tiny pulse rocked my orgasm out from deep inside me, starting up like a rumbling freight train. Then he moved deeper and it was an explosion of pleasure barreling through me.

  It was like nothing I’d ever experienced—in terms of pleasure, but also in terms of how connected we felt, like we shared a mind, a body—a soul, even—that’s how all-consuming it was.

  “Goddess,” Odin cried as we went further off together, careening from one magical landscape of pleasure to the next, him filling me madly.

  I came down slowly, spinning.

  Eventually it ended.

  “Odin,” I gasped as soon as my capacity for speech had returned. I was back in an alley in Rome.

  He slipped out.

  I felt a little sad that he was out. I collapsed onto Thor, who stroked my hair.

  “Um, did you guys just have some sort of mystical butt-fucking experience?” Thor asked.

  I looked over at Odin. I didn’t feel like answering.

  Odin cleaned the both of us up and pulled me into his lap. “Ice doesn’t want to talk about it,” he said.

  Really, I think he didn’t want to talk about it.

  Something important had passed between us.

  I gazed up at Odin, feeling floppy as a kitten, and traced his lips with the pad of my finger. The way he’d just fucked me did seem mystical and magical, but saying so would break the magic.

  “It means everything that you trust me,” Odin said. He was seriously on this trusting jag.

  I grinned up at him. “I’m naked in an alley on your lap. I better trust you.”

  Zeus strolled up and towered over the three of us. “Jesus.” He reached down and pulled me up. “You have never been hotter,” he said. “Seriously. Hey, Thor. You got something of Ice’s?”

  Thor tossed over my dress. Zeus held it like a coat. I slipped into it and fastened the tie around my waist.

  “Can we just buy an eighty-year supply of these wraparound things? Because Italy has the right idea.” He held my arm as I stepped into my panties.

  “You see us fucking into our hundreds?” I ask.

  “Fuck yeah.” Zeus settled his suit coat around my shoulders.

  Odin pulled his coat from the cobblestones and slung it over his shoulder.

  Thor wanted dessert, so we raced to the late-night bakery, trying to get there before it closed so we could get the chocolate biscotti we’d gotten addicted to. We bought a dozen in a white paper bag and took them to a bridge over the river near our luxury hotel. We leaned over the rail, eating our biscotti and enjoying the way the starlight shone on the water. Or at least I was enjoying that. The guys were in an argument about what of the stars were actually satellites.

  Guys.

  Odin came to me while Thor and Zeus were on the other side of the bridge, argui
ng about whether a particularly bright star was really a star.

  “It felt different inside you tonight,” he said. “I can’t describe what it was like. I think it’s impossible to describe…”

  “Like the most intense intimacy?”

  “Yes.”

  I smoothed the soft, dark stubble down the side of his face, sliding along the grain, so that it felt almost silky. “I was there, remember?”

  “You trusted me.”

  “With my ass,” I joked.

  “No—Isis. You trusted me.” He was really serious. Like the trust meant something.

  “I’ll always trust you.” I pressed my face to his neck and kissed him there.

  Zeus was sitting on the stone edge of the bridge, a totally dangerous thing to do. I’d long since stopped scolding them about things like that.

  Odin shoved a hand into my hair, holding me close. I planted a kiss higher on his chest, on his neck, working up. I felt like we were communicating on a different level. Like we’d mind-melded. “Let me stay with you tonight. Let me sleep in the bed with you.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You said your nightmares feel less intense when I’m near. You should let me.”

  “My nightmares are less intense when you’re near, but you can’t be in bed with me when I sleep,” he said. “You know that.”

  “Why not try it?” I begged.

  “I can’t. It’s how it is.”

  “Let me chase them away. Let me in like I let you in.”

  “I can’t.”

  “No matter what happens, I won’t care. Whatever happens, I won’t care,” I said.

  “I will—I’ll care.”

  I sighed and leaned into him. If his nightmares were less intense when I was nearby, what if I could just out-and-out sleep with him? Maybe they’d actually go away.

  I hated that he wouldn’t let me.

  Chapter 2

  Thor was sitting on the veranda when I rose, sunlight making his long blond hair look like spun gold. He’d ordered up coffee and pastries; you could see the steam rising off his mug.

  He looked up as I stepped out. “Another perfect Roman holiday morning,” he said, putting his tablet aside.

  I took a seat. We liked to sit out there early in the morning and watch the street wake up—the shutters would get flung open, the shop gates would be pulled up. The tiny cars would start buzzing around. It was still early for that, though. Just sunrise.

  From his serious mood, I guessed he’d been checking in on the clinic. “Things okay at the clinic?”

  He hesitated. Then, “Yeah.”

  He was a doctor by trade, though being a fugitive made it a bitch to get hospital privileges. He’d started a clinic in Mexico, but we’d had to leave even that behind last month when we fled. He’d left another doctor in charge, a woman named Rosa. It supersucked. He loved that clinic.

  Zeus had started a detective agency, and we’d had to leave that, too, even though we’d been awesome at solving our first case.

  When you were a fugitive, you got used to leaving things behind. You got used to missing things.

  You got used to having no home. I never imagined that with all of the glamorous places we visited all the time, and our many adventures, that I’d long so fiercely for a real home. I didn’t like to talk about it much. My men—my husbands now—wanted to give me everything I desired. They’d hate that there was this one thing they could never provide.

  In addition to a real home, I missed my sisters something awful, and I worried about them all the time. My only contact with them was through the newsletter they sent out—I’d signed up with a fake name, of course, because I had to maintain the fiction I was dead—for their protection. But they hadn’t sent out a newsletter in forever.

  What was going on? I told myself it was just the success of the artisan sheep cheeses. Too many orders to fill!

  I also missed our Los Angeles safehouse, but now that our deadly and powerful enemies knew about it, it was as dangerous as it was awesome, like wading through a vat of gasoline and while juggling flares.

  Here in Italy, we could actually relax for once. You don’t know what a luxury it is to sit at an outdoor café table in full view of everyone until you’re a fugitive on every top hitter’s hit list. Even sitting on a balcony like a normal person was a rare treat.

  “Zeus out running?” I asked.

  “Yup.” Thor pushed the plate of pastries at me. “Nab the last almond croissant now if you want it.”

  I took it.

  He picked up the book he’d been reading. War and Peace. You know you have a lot of time on your hands when you’re literally reading War and Peace.

  I tore my pastry in half. Zeus and I sometimes split the almond ones. I poured a cup of coffee and grabbed my own book, but I wasn’t in the mood to read. So I sipped. I waited for people to start moving.

  “Odin’s not up?”

  Thor flipped a page. “I haven’t seen him yet.”

  “He’s not going to like that we let him sleep.”

  “Maybe he’s tired out from your magical butt-fucking experience.”

  I nodded. It actually seemed plausible. “I don’t know why it was so magical,” I said after a while. “We butt-fucked before. But it really was magical!”

  Thor gazed out at the cobblestones; steam was starting to rise up in the patches where the morning sun hit. “Every time we have sex, it’s different,” Thor said. “Like a different animal with a different personality. Last night it was a unicorn.”

  I frowned, thinking maybe a little bit too hard about that analogy. “Ow,” I said. “I’m not sure if the unicorn butt-fucking comparison is working so well for me.”

  “Elephant?”

  I narrowed my eyes.

  “Sperm whale?”

  “New rule: no more animal comparisons.”

  “Fine.” Thor picked up his book again.

  We read for a while. When Odin still didn’t make an appearance, I fixed a plate with coffee, a plain croissant, and spicy fig jam—his favorite—and took it to his room.

  The door was ajar, so I pushed it open, and there he was, sleeping, hair inky against the snowy white of the bedding, dark eyelashes like ruffled curtains for his eyes. He looked troubled, though. Even in his sleep. I hated it. I hated that he’d had such horrible trauma in his life that not even unconsciousness could give him respite.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  He began to mumble, and then he started pleading in some other language.

  I set the tray on the bedside table and stretched out next to him. “Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered.

  He quieted at my touch, but I could see his eyes moving behind his lashes.

  Odin had had a hard life. He’d done terrible things in the intelligence agency where he and Zeus met—things that he didn’t like to talk about. And before that he’d had terrible things done to him during his stay in a certain Algerian prison that was under the control of a man named Mahfoud—Mahfoud the Sadist, Odin called him.

  The prison was where his nightmares had started, and according to the guys, his nightmares had gotten progressively worse every year—until I joined the gang. That’s when they stopped getting worse.

  But now they were worsening once more.

  I gazed at his sweet sleeping face, wishing I could chase them away.

  You calm him, Thor sometimes said. Even when you’re in the next room, his face looks softer.

  That was one of the most amazing parts about our foursome, that we were better together. If only Odin would trust that.

  But he never let me sleep with him.

  “Let me care about you,” I whispered. “Let me love you the way you love me.”

  He mumbled—he seemed troubled. I brushed back his hair. “Shhh.”

  He seemed to sink more deeply into slumber. I stretched out beside him. It really seemed like I was helping him to sleep more peacefully.

  And that was when he went wild, fla
iling, arms churning. He was like a wild animal—aggressive, frantic.

  I scrambled away from him, but not before he cracked me in the ribs and the mouth. I tripped and toppled onto the floor, taking half the sheets and a lamp with me.

  Thor rushed in. He took one look at me, and he went white. “Ice! Oh my god!”

  I sat up, shaken, tasting blood. “I’m okay.”

  Odin woke up then, rubbing his face, confused. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I said from the floor. “I startled you.”

  Odin looked horrified. “Goddess…did I…”

  Thor knelt in front of me and touched my lip. Sticky. Bleeding.

  “Isis.” Odin sprung out of bed. “Oh my god!” He came to me, kneeling next to Thor, trembling hands hovering on either side of my cheeks, as though he was frightened even to touch me. “I hurt you.”

  “It’s nothing.” I stood and winced as a sharp pain seemed to rip into my lung. I bit back my cry—just barely.

  “Isis! God!”

  “Probably a rib out of place,” Thor said. “She’s okay.”

  “It’s nothing,” I said again.

  “It’s not fucking-g nothing. Stop saying it’s nothing!”

  “I’m saying it’s nothing, too,” Thor said, “because it’s nothing, Odin. Because she’s fine. Go fill the ice bucket.”

  Odin took my hand, horror in his eyes. “What did I do to you?”

  Thor huffed out a breath and stormed away, returning with a damp towel. Odin took it from him and blotted my chin.

  “It’s okay, really.” I tried for a smile. “I should apologize for startling you.”

  Odin just stared, eyes steely with pain, like all the happiness and warmth had gone out of them.

  Thor helped me out to the front room. “Seriously, Odin. Ice bucket. Now.”

  Odin left, and Thor settled me into a chair. “How bad is it really? Your chest.”

  “It’s sharp when I breathe. I feel like I can’t take a deep breath!” I was starting to panic.

  “You’re okay. Stay calm.” Thor dabbed my chin with a damp towel; when he pulled it away, it was pink. He poured a whiskey into an empty coffee cup. “Drink. Down it.”

  I threw it back. Warmth moved into my chest. It actually did calm me. “Whiskey for breakfast. It’s definitely a vacation now.” I laughed, and then the knife of pain stabbed me. “Ow. Fuck!”