by Kate Stewart
She was gone.
I came home weary, pissed, and horny after a long, stressful day knocking heads. Now, I was just pissed and horny. I went to her room with the intention to climb in bed and pull her under me so I could fuck her long and hard. But she was not in bed waiting for me. It didn’t help that when I checked the nursery, I found the crib empty.
She played me.
I wasn’t even as pissed at her as I was at myself. One taste of her pussy and I crumbled. I found Lucas in the den, lying on his back, and staring at the ceiling. It pissed me off that he allowed her to slip through his fingers and then appear so laid back.
I had his shirt in my hands and lifted him off the couch before he even knew I was there.
“What the fuck, man?” He easily dislodged my grip on his shirt and shoved me back.
“Mian’s gone, asshole!”
“What?”
“She’s gone,” I repeated impatiently. “Her bed is empty and so is Caylen’s crib.”
I wanted to break his jaw when he laughed and shook his head. “Dude… you’re fucking whipped.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She isn’t in her bed because she’s in yours.” He shook his head as if it should have been obvious.
“Then why is Caylen’s crib empty?”
“He’s sleeping with Anna.”
“Why?”
“Because your girl is using him as a repellent to keep me away.” I ignored his reference to Mian being mine and focused on the part where Mian knew about Anna.
“She knows?”
He sighed, grabbed two beers from the mini cooler, popped the tops and then handed me one. He had already downed half of his by the time I could lift mine to my lips. “She knows,” he finally confirmed and then dropped down on the couch.
“How?”
“I forgot to lock the door so she walked in on Z and me with Anna.”
I did punch him then.
His head flew to the side, and I watched his jaw work as his fists bunched in his lap. Despite it, he remained seated, but the look in his eyes told me I was pushing it.
After a few moments of tense silence, he blurted, “She’s seventeen.”
“Who?” I was distracted by the fight I had waiting on me upstairs.
“Anna.”
I knew she’d been lying, but I was too focused on keeping my dick down and one finger on the trigger. I fucked up.
“You okay?”
He scoffed. “Fuck no. I’m twenty-seven years old and was sticking it to a kid still in high school.” He tipped the bottle back and rested his head against the back of the couch. “The worst part is… I still want her.”
I nodded. If anyone could understand the torment Lucas was going through wanting someone he shouldn’t have, it was me. At least Anna was closer to the legal age limit.
I topped off my beer and tossed it into the trash. “I wouldn’t be your friend if I wasn’t completely honest with you about your predicament.”
“And what’s that?”
“It doesn’t get easier.”
“Thanks, man,” he replied dryly.
I left him alone because it seemed like he needed it and headed upstairs. When I opened the door to my old bedroom, I found her exactly where Lucas said she’d be. She was lying in a ball on top of the covers with her knees to her chest. I recognized the shirt she wore as one of mine, and I admitted that I liked it. I quickly stripped down to nothing without taking my eyes off her, pulling her into my arms. Once I had her where she belonged, fatigue hit me like a ten-ton truck, and I fell under.
I slowly drifted back to consciousness when I felt a tight pinch around my wrist.
What the hell?
My arms were pulled over my head. I tried to lower them, but they wouldn’t budge. Awareness slammed into me hard enough to fully wake me.
“You won’t get free. Before my mom died, I was a dedicated camp scout and can tie a hell of a knot.” Mian was lying on her side with her head resting in her hand and a smug smile on her face.
“Untie me.”
“No.” Her smile grew brighter.
“Damn it, Mian. What the hell are you playing at?”
“Why did you kidnap Anna and bring her here?”
I pulled at my bonds again, and when I couldn’t break free, I answered her. “She was leverage.”
“She’s my friend.”
“Exactly why she made the perfect leverage.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Even after everything—” She seemed to lose her composure, but I was still surprised when she shoved her hand under one of the pillows. I tugged at my bonds a little more desperately when I realized what she held. “I found this, and I have to admit I was shocked. A revolver doesn’t really seem like your choice of weapon.” Her eyes twinkled as she smiled down at me.
“What the fuck?”
“I know. I thought to keep it for a rainy day.” She studied the gun and said, “But it looks like it already rained.”
“Untie me,” I ordered when my tugging didn’t set me free. “I didn’t give you permission to play.”
“I don’t need your permission.” She spun the cylinder with a grin, and I swear I felt my balls tighten. “And I’m not done yet.” I was searching for a way to bring her to heel with my hands tied when the cold steel was suddenly pressed under my chin. “What’s my name?”
Did she just…? My anger was so palpable I couldn’t finish my train of thought. I schooled my face into one that I knew made even grown men three times her size cower, and I growled, “Mian.” It wasn’t an answer. It was a warning.
“Good.” She ignored the warning and leaned down until our faces nearly brushed. “Now say it like you mean it.”
“I’m not playing this game. You’ll lose. You always do.”
She seemed to be processing this but then gave a careless shrug. “Hmm… maybe. But not before I win.” She tore her gaze from mine and gently, despite the malice she displayed, worked my dick from my shorts. My dick was far from hard, but it didn’t deter her. She further amazed me by shooting a wad of her saliva on my dick. It twitched to life, and her knowing eyes flashed to mine. I looked away, but when her soft hand began to work me, I was drawn again by the sight of her dainty hand working my cock. The part of me that was hornier than pissed wanted to work my hips in her tiny fucking hand until I came. I’d gladly hand over my claim as a man just for a few more moments of her touching me.
“You really are magnificent,” she whispered distractedly. Her gaze was unfocused, and I wondered if she knew what she had confessed. She didn’t leave me guessing long. Her gaze was once again focused and trained on me when she said, “And tonight, I’m going to fuck magnificent.” She straddled me without warning.
“Fuck, Mian!”
She shifted her hips and I found—or rather my dick found—that she was now bare beneath my shirt. “Goddamn,” I muttered. She was drenched, and I hadn’t even touched her. Did she get off on power? Or just power over me?
“You know there will be consequences,” I warned when she lifted and positioned herself over my now rock hard cock. I wanted to deny her at the same time I wanted to shove myself so far inside her, I’d breach her fucking throat. Then she’d be at my mercy once again.
She didn’t respond. She slid down my length and didn’t stop until she was fully seated. Her moan mingled with my groan, and I wrestled with the need to pound. My head was tilted back as I sucked in air so I didn’t see her lean closer until I felt her breath on my skin when she moaned, “Worth it.”
We’d see about that.
She rose and plunged over and over. Slowly—too slowly—until she drove us both crazy. I needed more. She knew this, and she refused me. I pulled at my bonds again—not to escape, but to take. My muscles strained to overpower the ties.
“You won’t escape.” I stopped fighting to watch her tight, little body release me from the confines of her cunt. “I was a damn good camp scout.” Sh
e slammed down and trapped my dick, sucking in large gulps of air at the same time. I was big—almost too big for her tight cunt, so I knew she was feeling the effects of how well I filled her. I kept the grin off my lips and locked my gaze on her tits. Her rosy colored nipples were the stuff of dreams, and I wanted my mouth on them.
I could have only the taste of her body as sustenance for the rest of my life and never suffer.
Her whimper drew my attention back to her face and saw her face drawn tight with anguish. She wanted to come.
“Christ.” I was no longer fighting it. “You’re going to ruin us both.” I dug my heels in the sheet, used all my lower body strength to fuck her back as much as I could—as hard as I could—from beneath. Her expression was no longer drawn tight. It was soft again, but her body was still searching.
“You want to come? Untie me.” I punctuated my demand with a hard upward drive of my hips. She gasped her surprise but maintained her stride.
Fuck yeah.
“I want my name. Say it,” she growled.
“Fuck,” I grunted. I needed my hands free, so I could take her hips in my hand and guide her. Her rhythm was now erratic. Uncontrolled. Mindless.
Did I mention she never removed her aim of the gun? She had been on the ride of her life, but now she’d lost control.
“Daddy, please,” she’d cried out, and that was when I knew I had her as much as she had me.
“Baby…” My tone was soft and still she wouldn’t open her eyes. She just kept riding. So I gave her the out she sought to give us—what we both wanted. “Mian…” Her eyes were suddenly bared to me. I drank in the sight and tasted the need in them. “Come on my dick. Please.”
“Send Anna home.”
“Come. On. My. Dick.”
“Send Anna home!”
“Damn, baby. I will. Now please—”
Her eyes were once again hidden from me when she threw back her head. I watched her body jerk and spasm as she screamed and very soon after, she sucked my own release deep inside her.
She fell on top of my chest, leaving me tied and aching to hold her closer. The gun had fallen from her hands and rested near my shoulder. It took a while but our breaths caught and the silence that followed had eventually become too loud. “Mian,” I barked. Drowsily, she lifted her head and gazed at me with sleepy eyes. “Untie me.”
She nodded and lifted her hands to the knot, easily slipping the rope through and moving to the next. Once free, she dropped her head to my chest again. I felt her body settle into sleep and her breathing evening out.
“Well played,” I whispered in her hair. I settled my arms around her and joined her.
Chapter 52
MIAN
“Mercy!” I received a stinging slap to my thigh and corrected. “Mercy, Daddy!” My well spent, well-used body jerked for a third time after I came. I had no idea how much time had passed since my punishment started.
I really should have thought last night through.
I not only challenged Angel, but I did it with a gun after I tied him to the bed while he slept. He must have been drained because he’d slept through it until it was too late. This morning, I’d woken up to a ringing pain in my ass delivered by his palm. When I tried to turn, to protect my ass from further assault, I was held down as he delivered another blow. “Worth it,” he’d said, low and sinister.
“Wha—what?”
“Last night, while you held a gun to my face, I warned you of the consequences, and you said it would be worth it.”
Oh, God. Did I?
I was brought back to the present when I became aware of him covering my body with his. “I can’t.” My legs were spread wider. “Tired.” I felt his cock positioned at my entrance. “No more.” He entered me hard and deep.
My cry was swallowed.
He didn’t listen.
He didn’t stop.
But he did remind me, sometime during another orgasm, that we were better off enemies. Each time we get too close we nearly destroy each other.
After my orgasm stole the last of my strength I slumped against the bedsheets and pillows and didn’t fight it when my eyes closed. I heard him walk away and seconds later, the shower run.
I felt his hands sometime later through the fog of post-orgasmic sleep. I pried my eyes open just enough to see him now dressed in blue jeans. They were left open to show the mouthwatering V-shaped cut just below his hard abs. His chest was bare with the exception of the shower watering dripping from his muscles. I cursed my body for responding as he gently lifted my hips from the bed and spread my knees apart. My heart pounded against my chest that remained flush against the mattress while my sex was already preparing for him. I was too sore to take him again, but it didn’t mean anything when I saw he was still impressively hard.
His fingertips grazed up from my knee and I held my breath as I waited for him to touch me. “Are you sore?” he asked when his fingers stopped an inch away. I quickly shook my head. Seeing his erection must have short-circuited my brain. I heard him chuckle, which meant he knew I was lying, but then it didn’t matter when his fingers moved. This time he didn’t stop. The shock of his first touch kept me in place, but then the continuous caress of his fingers as he toyed with my pussy made me come alive. My clit pulsed against his fingers as they circled gently. I thought I would come. I needed to come. “So, you can you walk then?”
Walking away from this bed was the last thing I wanted to do so I didn’t answer him this time. But then his fingers moved away and he might as well have thrown me into a frozen lake with an anchor tied to my ankle.
“Why did you stop?” I heard myself say. My voice sounded sleepy and full of sex.
“Because you came. Many times. It’s my turn.” I eyed his cock near to bursting from his jeans and didn’t realize I’d licked my lips until his gaze narrowed in on them. I felt the moisture on them and when my gaze returned to his cock, I wondered how he’d taste. “You’re eyeing my dick like it’s your last meal.” He pulled me from the bed and brought my naked body against his barely clothed one. “If you ever hold a gun on me, it will be.” So we were back to threats it seems. Before I could retort, he yanked his shirt I’d worn from the floor and shoved it over my head. “Come on,” he ordered. His mouth was set in an impenetrable line.
“Where are we going?” I questioned as he took my hand.
“I keep my promises.”
I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND until I witnessed Anna standing between Lucas and Z near the front door. He’s sending her home.
“Mian?” Anna’s voice shook with fear. I immediately figured Lucas was the culprit. His face was blank as he leaned against the door with his hands shoved in his pockets. Z moved away to speak with Angel so I took the opportunity to go to Anna. “I don’t know what’s going on. They came and took Caylen and—”
“You’re going home,” I interrupted, hoping to calm her. She was trembling when I pulled her into my arms.
She gasped and pulled away. “Why would Angel let me go?”
“Because I asked him to,” I answered truthfully. I left out the part where I had to hold a gun to his head for him to agree. I didn’t need Anna more freaked out than she already was.
“But what about you and Caylen?”
“We have to stay here. For now,” I clarified when horror filled her eyes. “It was my choice,” I lied. The truth was I didn’t have a choice. Our death certificates would be written the moment we leave.
Doubt replaced fear in her gaze. She pulled me away and just as I expected Angel, Lucas, and Z’s attention shifted our way. Anna hadn’t noticed, but thankfully, she lowered her voice when she spoke again. “What aren’t you telling me, Mian?” Her stern tone let me know I wouldn’t be able to just blow her off, but I couldn’t tell her the truth either.
“It’s not safe for me to leave.”
Her gaze narrowed. “But you’re innocent. He said so himself.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“How so?”
“It’s not safe for me to tell you everything yet. It doesn’t matter anyway because you shouldn’t be here. School’s starting soon and your mother will be worried.”
“That’s a bullshit answer, Mian and you know it. My mother probably didn’t notice I was even gone until she ran out of cigarettes.” I didn’t have a response because it was sadly true. Brandi had even gone as far as to get Anna a fake ID so she can fetch her booze and cigarettes whenever she needed which was often. “How am I supposed to just go home and act normal knowing my best friend and nephew are in trouble? I was worried sick about you when you disappeared. I didn’t know what to do or think. I even started to think you just left.” Her voice teetered between anger and sadness as she broke my heart in two.
“I’m sorry I worried you, Anna, but I didn’t have a choice. He took my son and then he kept us.”
“I don’t blame you.” Her voice was thick from the tears she didn’t shed. “I blame him. He’ll never break you from your chains… and you don’t even see it.”
“Anna—” I was so focused on her that I hadn’t noticed Angel until he was pulling me away. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “I’m not done!”
“The time to say goodbye is over.” He paused from dragging me away, gripped my arms, and leaned low. For a moment, I thought he would kiss me. “You and I have business to finish.” The promise was there, and for once, I wished it weren’t a promise he kept.
“Mian!” I turned to see Lucas hauling Anna to the door over his shoulder. Anna fought harder when he opened the door. I couldn’t just let him take her away. Not like this. As if reading my mind, Angel pulled me into his body with a death grip around my waist that I fought as hard as I could. Just then, a feral growl ripped through the air, shifting my attention back to the door. I realized it had come from Anna when she savagely sunk her teeth into his shoulder. I heard him grunt just before he slapped her ass. Hard. Even I flinched.
Anna’s scream of outrage was cut off by the door slamming closed.