Silence. I sunk my teeth right next to the bite mark I’d done earlier. “Now. Say it before I do it even harder.”
Her pussy moved in front of my face and I knew she wanted me to continue. “I’m yours. You own me, Slade.”
Victory. I pushed my tongue in deep at her admission. My adrenaline soared. Dominated. The need to fuck her hard and fast killed me. She wasn’t ready. I knew that. But, shit, I wanted her every way possible. The virginity she treasured would become my prize. More than anything, I knew I’d be the one breaching that barrier, and I couldn’t wait. There was no turning back. She’d spoken the words. Gave herself to me. There was no changing her mind. Ever. If my sister was returned to me, Mary might not be my captive anymore, but she’d always be mine. I’d take her any damn way I wanted, and anywhere I pleased. There was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. I owned her.
“Slade.” Her hips pumped faster and I reached up, squeezing her nipple.
“Say it again. Scream it, over and over.”
The spasms that rocked her were fierce. She twisted, screaming. “I’m yours! Please. Yours.” The clamp of my other hand on her hip held her immobile. There was no way I was going to let her take my come by moving. I made that possible and I’d stay right here until I licked her pussy dry, if that’s what I wanted.
I moaned at the warm rush of her release. The more I tasted, the harder I held to her. My tongue didn’t stop exploring her pussy until she began to move against me again. Only then did I lift and flip her on her stomach.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” The lube rested in my nightstand and I reached over, taking it. As I coated my fingers I stared down at her perfect ass. Finally, a woman who had something to actually grab onto. The last few had been a hundred pounds soaking wet. It wasn’t my taste, but whatever. I used them to get what I needed. With Mary, I’d hit the jackpot.
My cock twitched in my hand. I had enough pre-cum to provide my own damn lube, but I added more, coating my thick length. She jumped as I poured it over the opening of her ass.
“You afraid?” I leaned over, nuzzling my nose just behind her ear. “Tell me you’re afraid.”
The way her eyes grew as she looked back at my cock was just what I needed. My finger circled around the lube and eased into her back entrance. I felt the moment she relaxed, and I surged further. A frown came to my face. For letting people fuck her ass, she was awfully tight. Hell, I wasn’t sure I’d fit without really hurting her.
“How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”
“I have toys.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I eased another finger into her and felt her clench around me.
“Two years. One month. Fourteen days.”
My hand froze. All that time and I caught her right before she almost broke that streak? Thank God I had. More innocence for me to feed off of.
“You’re not going to be able to take me, Mary.”
She pushed back, sliding my cock down the slit of her ass. “Try. I can.”
“Not with pleasure, you can’t.” I spun her over and pulled up her arms, locking them in the cuffs. I’d try to see how far I could get, but it basically came down to how much pain she could handle.
More lube coated my fingers and I worked them deeper into her ass. The longer I went, the easier it became. At three fingers, her hands turned into fists, but I didn’t stop. It didn’t take long before she slowed her breathing. A spark of excitement thrummed through me, making my cock pulse. Mary would do it. She’d take me.
“Lift your knees to your chest and put your feet in the air.”
She obeyed and I gripped my cock, easing it into her opening. I hadn’t gotten the tip in before her breath caught. Pausing, I let her adjust. My jaw clenched at the tightness, but I pushed in further. Metal rustled while she moved her hands. I poured more lube over where we were joined and withdrew, only to enter her even more. Over and over, I repeated that action. Three quarters of my cock was buried in her ass and the sight had me working hard to rein in the impatience to make her mine, completely.
“More. Fuck. Give me more,” she moaned.
I laid her legs to rest over my shoulders and all I could do was nod. If she wanted it, then I’d give it to her. My cock slid out a good inch before plunging into her fully. A moan accompanied with tears left her. I fell forward, at her mercy, loving what she giving me. My lips crushed into hers while I thrust, slowly.
“I’m going to take care of you, Mary. Never worry about that.” My tongue licked the tears from her face. The saltiness had me closing my eyes and kissing her more. Whatever it was that was so different escaped me during that moment. I never promised things to women. Never bought them anything or staked my claim. She was different. Maybe it was because, deep down, I knew I wasn’t getting my sister back and Mary was solely mine. As heartbreaking as that was, I wasn’t naïve to the way trafficking worked. My sister was gone and I’d replaced that longing by taking a woman I’d spent a month obsessing over. Watching her was one thing, but having her here was completely different.
The spell she had cast cloaked me tight, making me blind to anything but her. For five days, I lurked in the background. Watching. Waiting to see if she would break and beg to leave. Nothing. She was strong, and I couldn’t get enough. For hours, I’d stalked the banister like a predator ready to attack my prey. All the while, buying my time for the next part of her routine just so I could see her. And, now, after everything I’d learned, there was no doubt in my mind. Mary was the needle to my shot of salvation. Knowing she was mine until I decided against it only made the dose of my infatuation even more lethal. From her, I could feed my fix. An addiction that would never have to end.
The thrusts increased and Mary turned her face away. I couldn’t stand it. If she couldn’t breathe facing me, I’d give her another reason to fight for air. She would not turn away. My hand covered her mouth and nose, pulling her to look at me.
“Don’t take your eyes off of me until we’re finished.”
Deeper I thrust. Harder. She jerked her head and I let her breathe, knowing she was far from passing out. Moans came from her mouth and I could feel how close she was to coming. Tightening muscles gripped around my cock and I shook my head.
“You come, I’ll spend the next hour spanking your ass. Don’t you dare do it. Not until I say.”
“I’m not sure I can make it stop.”
Ideas were plentiful in my head, but only one reigned supreme. The thing that got to me the most. My faced pushed against her throat and moved down. I let my teeth sink into the fleshy part of her neck until she squeezed her legs around my ribs. Although she may have been distracted enough to prolong her orgasm, her flesh in my mouth sent me to the brink.
“I love the way you taste.” I lifted enough to see the imprint of my teeth. My signature on her skin had me wanting to do it again. All over her.
“Your turn. Mark me, Mary. Give me something to remember you by.” It was dangerous, making my adrenaline soar even more. The trust I was giving her would speak volumes to what would happen after this.
I lowered, placing my own shoulder level with her lips. There was no hesitation. Pain flared at her teeth sinking into my skin and, just when I thought she was going to go too far, she stopped and sucked against me, hard. My hips ground against her.
“Perfect,” I whispered. Movement slowed while I took control and leaned back into my knees. I paused enough to add more lube, letting her catch her breath, and began with the fast thrusts all over again.
“You’re going to be ready to fuck me whenever I say. Aren’t you.” No question. She was. But she seemed to agree as she nodded her head, eagerly.
“Whenever you say.”
I lifted enough to slide a finger into her pussy. At the pressure I applied to the top of her slit with my palm, Mary began to squirm and beg. The power that exploded throughout me was mind blowing, and it was only for her. No one had ever drawn o
ut this sort of response.
“Let me come. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
If I wanted her to come, I was sure as fuck going to feel her tighten around me everywhere. I slid another finger into her pussy. To experience the evidence of what I was doing was key. I needed it deep within my core to get the satisfaction I suddenly couldn’t live without.
“Come. Right fucking now.”
The motion of my hand rubbed over her clit and I didn’t hold back with my cock as I slammed into her repeatedly. My length became thicker, heavier, as I prepared to fill her with everything I’d suppressed over the last few weeks. She’d have all of me, deep within her. That thought, followed by Mary’s spasms, set off my own. Tightening encircled my cock and fingers until she was all I knew. I engraved that into my mind while we both came down from our release.
“Dinner. And then we go again.” I collapsed to her side, already thinking about next time. Jesus, help her. This was only the beginning. Next time, I wanted my knife. She didn’t stand a chance at being my captive, and yet, knowing that, I was too greedy to let her go.
Chapter 7
Mary
To be content in my body and not my mind was killing me. The soft breathing from Slade filled the room, but I couldn’t find peace in what had just happened. My body could have had its own cheerleading team, yelling shouts of victory for the ecstasy he’d brought me, but my mind was pissed I’d given in so completely. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I glared up at the handcuffs and glanced over at my sleeping lover. Lover! That’s what he was. Not just a stranger using my body like I preferred. I was stuck with this man for who knew who long and all I wanted to do was scream. Tonight, he’d want to do this again, but I’d fight him. Maybe then I’d find peace.
The mattress shifted as he rolled onto his stomach. Those luscious lips separated and the traitorous part between my legs started to get wet again. Dammit. Maybe I was best locked away in this room by myself. Then at least we’d be separated. But, no. That wouldn’t happen. He was moving back in. What was I going to do? Spend my days waiting for him to come fuck me and my nights having to sleep next to him like a woman would with a live-in boyfriend or husband? That wasn’t me. I didn’t want to sleep in a bed next to a man. Not even him, no matter how sexy he was. I’d give him that. Slade Roberts was the total package for the woman in me, and it drove me crazy.
Well, at least I could do one thing: use what I had to get what I wanted. Right now, that was food. My leg reached over and kicked him. It was harder than I intended. Slade’s head flew up and his hand was around my throat before I could prepare myself.
His eyes got big and he blinked a few times, looking lost. “Don’t ever wake me up like that again. Not unless you have a death wish.” Slowly, his fingers released their hold. I gasped, the rawness feeling like I’d bleed on the inside at any moment now. I’d been choked enough in the last freaking week to last me a lifetime.
Tears came to my eyes and I played on them. “I’m sorry. I’m just so hungry and I called your name but you never woke up.” Lie. But, whatever. He wouldn’t know…or maybe he would. Slade’s eyes narrowed before he rolled over and stood.
“I’m going to take you downstairs. If you so much as do something stupid, you’ll spend another week locked in here without a chance of getting out again. Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded. I wasn’t stupid.
The sound of the nightstand opened and he took out a key, unlocking the handcuffs. “Go take a quick shower and I’ll get you some clothes. Leave the door open.”
Like I was going anywhere. The metal shutters were over that window too, sealing me within these walls like the captive I was. Seeing him walk to the closet had my heart sinking. Well, he wouldn’t be leaving the room. That only meant I couldn’t be nosey and look through his desk like I wanted. What secrets did he hold within those drawers? I was dying to know. Maybe next time.
Aching raced through me at every step to the shower. I turned the lever to hot and stood in front of the mirror, taking in my wounds. The bite mark just to the left of my neck was deep. He’d broken the skin, as he had on all of them. Especially the ones on my inner thighs. There was a certain satisfaction I felt about how far he’d gone. He wanted me to remember what he’d done, and I would with every visual reminder that marred my skin. My finger traced over the small indentions. Wetness renewed between my legs and I nearly moaned.
Disgusted at myself, I turned and opened the shower door. A small yelp filled the room as I jumped and looked at him leaning against the frame of the door.
“What’s the matter, you don’t like my marks?”
Of course I didn’t. They reminded me of my weakness. “I do. I’m just really sore right now.”
“Hmm. I see.” He laid a black dress on the countertop and I couldn’t help but stare at it. Was it Lily’s? If so, why was it in his closet? Maybe a former lovers? He wasn’t married. At least, not the last I’d heard his name raved about. Slade Roberts was huge at my school amongst the girls. They all drooled over him. He was the city celebrity and not once had I paid the roar around his name any attention. Maybe I should have.
Slade let out a small laugh and I tore my eyes from the black silk dress. “It’s yours. I’ve been planning this for a month now. Your sizes were easy enough to find. The other half of my closet is now yours. You’ll have everything you need there.”
I must have looked like a fish out of water for as much as I opened my mouth, only to close it. The angry part of me wanted to cuss him out, to tell him to shove those clothes up his ass. The part that only knew escape had me finally knowing what to say. Well, sort of. “If those are too small, I’m going to be pissed.”
My eyes didn’t go back to him. Instead, I got in the shower and began washing my body. The laugh that came from him only had me fighting my smile. Ridiculous. I had to have been the only one in history taking this kidnapping with a grain of salt. Maybe it was because I knew I was getting out of here. Or perhaps, somehow I knew he wasn’t really going to hurt me. At least, I didn’t think he would. Was I just that stupid? Well, ignorance was bliss. It was better than cowering in the corner, waiting to die.
Tapping caught my attention and it wasn’t seconds later than I saw him stalk toward the shower. Apparently, he had the patience of a gnat. Go figure, so did I. The door opened and he latched onto my arms, spinning me to the back so he could get in the water.
“Is it a girl thing, or is it just you and Lily who take your sweet ass time in the shower? I used to have to wake her up an hour and a half early so she’d make it to school on time. I bet if I didn’t rush you along, you’d be in here as long as her.”
The openness left me speechless. It wasn’t much, but he was communicating, and it wasn’t a demand.
“I think it’s almost all women. You’re right. I’d stay in here forever if I could.”
“Well, you can’t. You need to eat, and so do I.”
I bit my lip, trying to decide if I should ask any more questions or just let him take the lead.
“What?” Soap bubbled over his body and I couldn’t help but notice that he was hard again. Holy…had that been inside of me? Aching told me, yes. I’d be lucky to sit down after what I’d taken. And, fuck, it had hurt so good. I wanted it, again.
“Just tell me, Mary, before I spin you around and take your virginity.”
My body stiffened, yet blossomed under his threat. “Meat. I need real food. No more soup. If I have to have one more bowl, I’ll wilt away into nothing.”
The look he gave said he didn’t believe me, or even care.
“You’ll eat what I give you. Do you think my sister is eating well? I don’t.”
And there it was. Proof of who I was. A captive. A slave. Just like Lily.
After that I refused to speak unless I felt like answering something. We got out and I dried off, sliding on the dress. The knee length silk hugged to my curves perfectly. I awaited instruction li
ke the good little sex slave he’d acquired by his own force, and followed him out of his door.
The huge marble staircase was every bit as elegant as I remembered. It was the artwork that hung on the walls, taller than me, that stole my attention. The deep red and black colors swirled around, making nothing in particular, just arches and lines, but they were beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Large lions rested at the base of the stairs on each side. Were they real gold? Probably. The guy was just as rich as the Brighton’s, if not more so.
“Marcio.” The acknowledgement had meant something. Killer strode off through a large door to the left. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t catch what rested behind from the peek I’d managed before the barrier was once again closed.
A mouthwatering aroma hit hard as we entered the living area and turned to a private dining. The large table could have easily sat twenty people. The dinnerware was already set out further down, waiting for guests that would never show. Gold encircled white on the plates and cups with elegant twists and turns. I was afraid to even touch one for fear of breaking something.
Slade pulled at the collar of the dark blue button up shirt he’d put on. When close to his eyes, it reminded me of a stormy sea. He was all raging waves, lightening, and the punch of gale force winds. A battle raged within him, but would I ever find out what it was?
Probably not. I sighed and tilted my head, suddenly noticing the dinnerware to the side of me wasn’t white. It was glass. See-through. I’d been seeing the white table cloth underneath. Holy shit. My head tilted more while I stared through the cup in front of me.
“What are you doing?”
It was hard not to cut my eyes over like I wanted. What the hell did it look like I was doing, exercising my neck? Annoyed, I sat up straight and kept my mouth shut. He made me feel stupid, and now I was more embarrassed than anything. Growing up, I’d seen plenty of luxurious dishes, but never ones like these. They impressed me.
The door in front of me swung open and the kitchen came into sight. I hadn’t noticed that on our walk-through the first night. An older man came through, setting a plate in front of Slade that contained a big, juicy steak with rosemary potatoes and green beans. As my bowl was brought out, I knew I wasn’t escaping the damn soup. Shit. Well, I wouldn’t say a word. I’d force it down and pretend like it didn’t affect me like I’d let on before.
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