Un-Kidnap Me: Billionaire Alpha Age Gap Romance (DOM for Hire Book 1)

by Hazel Parker

  “What…how…are you really the Scott?”

  “Remember how I got a bit of a cut on my forehead because I stumbled drunk in the bunker?”

  It really was him. Holy fucking shit.

  “How did you find me?”

  He snorted.

  “Unlike me, you are quite easy to find.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t worry about it. You being here is the safest place to be in the world, arguably. In a city of, what, seven million people? You scream loudly enough, people will get the hint and get the fuck out.”

  “I guess, but…was I really that easy to find?”

  Scott smirked.

  “I have access to other things that other people don’t. But even if I didn’t, I could probably find you. Your old social media at least pegs you in this neighborhood, if not your home.”

  “And I take it you know where I live, as well?”

  Scott shrugged.

  “Like I said, I have access to other things people don’t. How are you?”

  He said the question so casually as if he figured I knew I’d bump into him. Which…no!

  “OK, first things first. What are you doing here? Don’t you still have things to do in DOM?”

  Scott shook his head.

  “I called Liam a couple days ago and told him I had a mission for him. He was to run DOM. I’m stepping down and retiring.”

  My jaw literally dropped. There was only one reason I could think of.

  “Why?” I said, even kind of already knowing an answer.

  “I found a more important mission.”

  He put his hand on my lower back. Goosebumps shot up all over me. I felt myself completely forgetting my hunger in favor of a very different emotion.

  “Shall we go someplace more private?” he said. “I want to talk to you and tell you some things.”

  I nodded, somehow at a loss for words when all I needed to say was “yes.” I led Scott back to my complex, in complete disbelief that this was actually happening. This could not be real, right? Was this really happening? Or was this somehow a setup? Was I about to return to my apartment, only to find it swarming with Snake’s goons?

  But no.

  When we got back, it was just as I had left it.

  Except, of course, for the fact that fucking Scott was by my side.

  “I retired to claim you, Kaylie,” he said. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different. I had to have you. And I’d do whatever it took to have you. At first, I fought the feelings. I was a DOM, and I still am, just in a different sense. But when you would not leave my damn mind for the last several days, I knew I would do whatever it took to get you. And that is why I am here.”

  It all…

  I agreed with it all.

  Crazy?

  What wasn’t crazy about my life these days? What wasn’t past normal at this point?

  “You’re serious,” I said.

  I still half-believed I’d wake up from a dream at any moment.

  “When have I ever joked?” Scott said. “I said I would make you mine. And I have. But now it’s time to make you mine forever.”

  With those words, even though I couldn’t quite “believe” them, I could drop all pretenses of trying to resist. It would take time for this to feel normal. But I didn’t need it to feel normal right now.

  I just needed it to feel right—which it most certainly did.

  Forgetting my bagel on the table, I went over to him, sat on his lap, threw my arms around him, and kissed him. I didn’t care any longer if this was just a dream, because if it was a dream, it was one worth playing out however I wanted.

  And luckily for me, I had a pretty good feeling it was only a dream in the metaphorical sense.

  I kissed him deeply and passionately, feeling the bulge in his pants swell. I had to be careful not to lean into him so much that it knocked the chair over, but that point became moot when Scott lifted me up off the chair, carried me to the bedroom, and literally threw me on the bed.

  Fuck, this was so much more comfortable than sex on a tiny bed in a bunker. Not to mention a hell of a lot more romantic.

  “Now you stay where you are,” Scott said, taking off his shirt to reveal his taut body. “The last time I did what I’m about to do, you were blindfolded.”

  Oh, fuck, heavens, yes.

  “And why don’t you do both?” I said. “Blindfold me, eat me—”

  “We’ll do things as I want to,” Scott said.

  He then leaned past me, yanked a covering off the pillow, and wrapped it around my head. In a matter of seconds, I could not see a thing, but I sure could feel a lot more. And I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, more and more eager to have Scott press his tongue on me.

  He then yanked my clothes off in a hurry, so quickly that I almost thought he might tear them. Not that it would have mattered; we could have easily bought new clothes. And then, when he had me naked, he just let me lay there.

  It was warm in the apartment, but I was still shivering with goosebumps. God, I was so fucking horny. I had to have him between my legs. I literally reached out, blindfolded, trying to grab any part of him so I could pull him down to my pussy. But all I grasped at was air.

  “You’re going to lie there,” Scott said. “And think about what’s going to happen.”

  You evil bastard. I love it.

  “Because when I take you, it will be how I want and when I want,” he said. “You will do as I say. You will be mine. And you will be mine forever.”

  You are the fucking greatest. Holy hell.

  A few seconds passed. Finally, I felt his firm, calloused hands push me down, squeezing my breasts. I laid back against the bed, trying to wrap my legs around him. I found some part of him, but his face started pressing kisses down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach…

  And thank fucking heavens he wasted no fucking time.

  “Oh, fuck, Scott…” I breathlessly moaned.

  He wasted no time getting me right to the edge. There was no teasing, no control—just a DOM, in a different way, asserting how he wanted to treat me. I tried to grab his hair, but he pushed my arms away, insisting on doing it his way.

  And his way worked just fine. The first orgasm hit within minutes, spreading and pulsing through my body. My pussy clenched as warmth and pleasure coursed down to my fingers and toes.

  “Yes, Scott,” I shrieked as I came.

  And then he stepped back for a second, and for the briefest of moments, I thought he was done.

  Well, he was done—eating me out. I felt him hover over me seconds later, and then I felt his enormous cock brushing over the outside of my clit.

  “And now,” he said, “I am going to enjoy this.”

  He slid in. I was still blindfolded.

  It made for the best sex of my life—not “some of the best.” The best.

  That I couldn’t see him just heightened my sense of touch all around, and my whole body tensed. A second orgasm came, and then a third when he had me in doggy. When he grabbed my hair and pulled me up, the towel slid off my eyes and I could see once more, but by that point, I wanted to see it all. I wanted to see his muscular, naked body bringing me to multiple orgasms.

  When he finally reached his own orgasm, he’d already made me come too many times to keep count. And I was left with the same thought that I’d had when the sex began.

  It was the best I’d ever had in my life.

  And funnily enough, I wasn’t just talking about the sex, though that was certainly true.

  I was talking about Scott.

  I was talking about the feelings Scott gave me and what I felt for him.

  I was talking about my outlook on the future.

  “Scott, baby…” I said, petting his hair and kissing him.

  He pulled his head back and looked right into my eyes. True to form, there was a ferocity and dominance to them I’d never seen before.

  But somehow, just beneath t
hat, there was a sort of tenderness to them, a sort of gentle grizzly bear look that said he’d kill to protect me but would love me all the same.

  “You’re mine,” he said. “And you always will be. Don’t ever fucking doubt that.”

  I smiled, pulled him in for another kiss, and hugged him tightly.

  I wasn’t holding him because he’d saved my life.

  I was holding him because he’d saved our future together.

  And it was a bright, bright future.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  I sat on a private beach in a lawn chair, sipping on a dark beer, admiring the ring on my finger.

  Out in the water, my wife—my wife!—went out to soak in some of the cool Atlantic waters.

  No one knew where we were. Not Liam. Not her mother—who, much to my amused surprise, had not only endorsed our relationship, but actually pushed for us to get married sooner. Not anyone in DOM. Certainly not Snake or any of his goons.

  And that was just the way that I liked it.

  For years, I had dreamed about this scenario, retiring to the beaches of Portugal. No one would ever be able to find me, and no one would ever bother me again. But I’d always envisioned such a life being a quiet one of solitude.

  Until I met Kaylie Charleston.

  And as she came back to me with a huge smile on my face, I found myself realizing how silly I’d been all that time. Or, perhaps better said, how silly I’d been to think that I would always prefer to be alone and to myself. That was true for the first four-plus decades of my life.

  But when this little fiery spitball of spunk had come into my life, that all changed.

  “Hey, lover,” she said as she came and sat down on my lap.

  To think, when I’d first met this little brat, I’d done everything in my power to avoid her. I’d made her not look at me, I’d tried to keep my name a secret, and even fucking her had brought about some serious regret and disappointment.

  Now?

  My cock stiffened in my pants. We were on a private beach. It wouldn’t have been the first time I would have taken her there. And since this wasn’t a question of “if” but “how hard,” I also knew it wasn’t going to be the last time.

  “Hey, sexy,” I said. “Enjoyed getting wet?”

  “Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” she said, pulling me in for an erotic kiss. “Can you believe this is our life?”

  I smiled. It was tempting to say “yes,” because when I envisioned life a certain way, it usually came to fruition. After all, what the hell was the point of retirement if you didn’t have a vision for how it would go?

  But for now, I just responded the best way possible.

  “There’s one thing I can believe more than anything.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I love you, Kaylie.”

  She kissed me again.

  “And I love you, Scott,” she said. “Now take—”

  I didn’t give her the chance to finish. I already had her back on the sand, her clothes coming off, as we began to enjoy our retired, married selves quite well.

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