by Kane, Jessa
I’m only back to bucking against her for two seconds, before her thighs hug my hips and squeeze, her tits popping out of her neckline with the intensity of her back arch, her full-throated scream. I wrap a hand around her exposed throat, squeezing, and suck a nipple into my mouth. Drawing deeply. Her feet scramble in response on the backs of my thighs and I can’t prevent my release anymore.
“Fuck!” I spew semen into my pants while still ramming her, because I want her to feel what she did to me. Want her to know she made me come in my pants like a goddamn college boy. Want her to know she’s the fucking one. The only one who will claim my come from now until forever—and I’ll be the only one who she paints in hers. “Go on, little virgin queen. Give me everything your pussy makes. All the tasty wetness. It goes on this king cock. Every time.”
She sucks in a breath and climaxes again, seeming almost outraged by how easily I made her do it, and God. God. I’m past the point of obsession. I’m in so fucking deep with Meadow, I don’t think I can make it another day without her wearing my ring. I need her to be mine, in every single way.
I press my mouth to hers. “Suitcase?”
“In the bedroom closet, my king,” Meadow breathes, slumping lifeless into my arms.
I stride to the bedroom with my treasure in my arms, victory singing in my blood. Little do I know I am far from understanding what true victory means.
CHAPTER SIX
Meadow
I feel like I’m in a trance.
If anyone told me yesterday I would be calling some dude my king and letting him whisk me off to a gated compound, I would have laughed like a hyena. Yet here I am, still dazed from my crying jag and subsequent mind-blowing orgasms, sitting on Walker’s lap in the back of an SUV, pulling up a long driveway.
After he made me climax—twice—against the hallway wall, Walker set me down on my bed and threw the contents of my dresser and bathroom cabinet into the suitcase, telling me his men would collect the rest. I wanted to protest, I really did. I’m not the type to sit by docilely while decisions are made regarding my life. But I’m not too proud to admit that being pleasured, attacked, fired and pleasured again—in that order—has knocked me on my ass.
Not to mention I skipped lunch.
On cue, my stomach churns loudly and Walker makes a soothing noise into my hair, his big hand circling on my back. “Oh no. Fuck that. I won’t have my girl hungry.” He gently rakes his teeth against my neck and my femininity flexes, my bottom moving in his lap involuntarily, his shaft thickening and prodding me in seconds. Why is my body against me? I should be trying to break a window with my shoe and screaming for a police officer. Shouldn’t I?
Meadow. You’ve essentially just been kidnapped. By a mobster.
Apparently my senses have, too, because I let Walker slide down a strap of my romper and squeeze my breast through the lace of my bra. I let him sink his teeth into my bottom lip and tug it down, before tickling my tongue with his. We’re both breathing heavily even though the SUV has come to a stop outside of what I assume to be his monstrous house. There’s a partition blocking us from the driver, but in my periphery, I can see several men waiting on our arrival outside the house.
We should stop kissing, I think, even as I’m turning in his lap trying to take more of his tongue, trying to inhale his aftershave and whiskey scent. His thumb is strumming my nipple, squeezing it between his knuckles and yes, I’m a virgin, but I know my body is demanding fulfillment in the form of rough, sweaty sex with this man. My thighs tremble, the flesh at their apex cries over being empty.
I’m in so much trouble here.
I must have said that out loud, because Walker’s mouth pauses in the act of sucking on my neck. “You and me both, gorgeous.” His eyes snap with intensity. “The best kind of trouble.”
My heart rollicks with excitement over his possessiveness and that—that is scary. What is wrong with me? “As soon as I get some rest and my head on straight, I’m taking off.”
Danger sharpens his handsome features. “You’re not going anywhere. Don’t test me, Meadow.”
“You can’t just keep a human being,” I breathe. “They have to agree to it.”
His hand grips me between the legs. Tight. And I cry out.
“Should we ask your cunt if she wants to be kept?” Walker rasps.
“I-I…yes…no…”
“You agreed to being kept when you let me eat it, gorgeous. You know why? Because it tasted like the rest of my life. You knew it would, too. When you spread your legs and welcomed my mouth, you knew I’d never let you and your ripe little pussy go. You knew I was your man or you’d have kept your pants on.”
His crude, presumptuous speech penetrates my fog and I finally start to struggle. Before I can propel myself out of one of the doors, though, I’m flat on my back on the leather seat with Walker pinning me down.
“Get off me. I’m leaving!”
“Don’t make me pop your cherry in this backseat to prove you wrong, Meadow. I want it done in my bed where I can make you comfortable afterward.” He lays a lingering kiss on my mouth and rolls his hips between my thighs once, just once, but lightning cracks in my belly and I whimper. “Yeah, that’s right. You’ll stay for this cock. And eventually you’ll give me everything else. Your heart. Your thoughts. Your love. Already, you have mine, Meadow. I love you.”
Pressure builds in my chest and behind my eyes.
I try to look away but he won’t let me, his hand grasping my chin.
“I love you,” he says again, his jaw popping. “In a way that borders on insane. Insane. And you will not leave. Are we clear?”
I nod. I can’t do anything else. My mind and maybe even my heart are in control. How did this happen so fast? How did he get to me this way? I’ve been kidnapped, but that fact seems to blur with every passing second.
“You know how I like you to answer me,” he murmurs, his tongue dipping into the hollow of my neck. “Are we clear, Meadow?”
Heat spreads in my belly. “Yes, my king.”
Walker presses his face between my breasts and groans, before sitting up, bringing me with him. He starts to fix my smeared makeup with his thumb, but apparently decides to leave me messy, because he nods and pushes open the door. Then he reaches in and scoops me off the seat, cradling me to his chest. My vanity wants me to bury my face in Walker’s chest to avoid the scrutiny of the dozen or so suited men who line the circular driveway in front of house, but I lift my chin instead and look bored.
A rumbling laugh builds in Walker’s chest as he regards my face.
“This is your queen.” His voice cracks like a whip with that statement to his men. “You protect her with your lives. You speak to her and of her with respect. And you don’t. Fucking. Touch. What’s mine. Not even for a handshake. Or you’ll pay with your life.” He makes eye contact with each and every one of them. “Are we understood?”
“Yes, boss,” they respond as one, as if their lives being threatened is totally normal. They don’t even bat an eyelash as they offer congratulations.
I’m not turned on.
I’m not turned on.
I’m…
Not turned on?
I barely have a chance to study Walker’s mansion on the bay, before a maid opens the front door and we sweep inside. “What do you want to eat, gorgeous?”
“Cheese toast.”
He hits me with an amused smile and my heart flutters. “Cheese toast?”
I purse my lips. “It’s a basic staple.”
Walker shakes his head and continues carrying me toward the back of the house. “You could ask me for a steak or an ice-cream sundae and you go with toast.”
“I’m a simple girl.”
“Ain’t nothing simple about you,” he breathes in my ear.
“You don’t seem to mind, seeing as you’ve kidnapped me.”
He doesn’t even bother denying it! Who is this shameless man who is inconveniently mesmerizing me? “Breaking t
he law is a favorite pastime of mine.” His tongue tickles my earlobe. “My illegally gotten gains have never been more worthwhile, though.”
I’m poised to protest his brazen attitude when we enter the kitchen and I fall deeply in love. With the kitchen. Just the kitchen.
Right.
“Oh wow.” I can’t take in the professional-grade appliances, rustic touches and sunshine-bathed marble fast enough. “Do you cook in here?”
“The cook cooks in here, baby. Helen!”
A middle-aged woman in a plaid apron breezes in with an air of annoyance. “Well,” she begins briskly. “You hollered, sir? What would you like—” She cuts herself off, gaze widening on me where I’m still being held in Walker’s arms. Pleasure travels across her face and she claps her hands together. “Who is this now? What have you brought me?”
“My wife. As soon as it can be arranged.” I’m still sputtering over that statement when he keeps going. “Helen, this is Meadow. She’s mine and she’s starving.”
“Oh, we can’t have that!” Helen scrambles to pull a pan out of the cabinet. “What am I to make her? A roast? Biscuits and gravy?”
Walker grins. “Cheese toast.”
Helen slumps.
I wiggle until Walker sets me down. “It’s nice to meet you, Helen,” I say, scowling at Walker while I attempt to brush the wrinkles out of my romper. “Your boss is holding me against my will. I would appreciate anything you have handy to feed me, if only so I can build enough strength to escape.”
Helen beams. “I like her.”
“She hasn’t accepted her fate yet,” Walker says, discreetly swatting my ass. His frown deepens thoughtfully. “Helen, you’re the only one allowed to prepare her food. No one else. Please don’t leave it unattended between the time it leaves your hands and reaches her mouth.”
“Yes, sir.”
Helen makes me a cheese toast masterpiece that I eat at the kitchen island while Walker stands behind me, seemingly fascinated with individual strands of my hair. “Are you from Boston, Meadow?” Helen asks.
I finish chewing and swallow quickly. “Florida, actually. I’ve only been in Boston a short time.”
“And how did you meet our Mr. McManus?”
“Just bad luck, I guess.”
With a growl, Walker tickles me in the ribs and I yelp, twisting in his arms, giving him the access he needs to plant a kiss on my forehead, my cheeks, my neck. “You’re going to pay for every smart thing that comes out of your mouth.”
“I say a lot of smart stuff. No one is that rich.”
“You are, gorgeous. Soon as you say I do.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I gasp, because he’s tickling me again and I’m laughing. And dammit I really don’t want to like Walker on top of this inferno of attraction I’m sitting on for him. This is getting really complicated.
“Boss! Hey, boss man.”
A man I don’t recognize stumbles into the kitchen, holding a Sox cap down by his thigh. He stops short and gapes when he sees Walker and me tangled in a tickle war. His lips slowly spread into a delighted, almost childlike smile.
“Who is she?”
“Hey Richie.” Walker tucks me into his side and plants a kiss on my temple. “This is Meadow. You’re going to be seeing a lot of her.”
“That’s still being taken under advisement,” I say, elbowing Walker in the ribs. “But it’s still nice to meet you, Richie.”
“Under advisement, huh?” Walker’s smile at me is slow and adoring. “You’re already softening up.”
“Maybe I’m lulling you into a false sense of security.” I split a glance between Richie and Walker. “So…you’re friends? Brothers?”
“Brothers?” Richie shifts from side to side. “I wish! Just friends, though.”
“Best friends.” Walker reaches his fist out for a pound and Richie regards him with absolute hero worship as he completes the fist bump. “You know, you’re the one responsible for me meeting Meadow, Rich. I owe you big time.”
The man seems confused for a moment, until understanding bursts across his features. “Did she give you the massage?”
Walker hums. “More or less.”
I elbow him again and he pulls me closer, nuzzling my cheek. “Did you finish today’s sudoku puzzle in the paper, Richie?”
“No, that’s why I’m here.” He looks down at the floor. “I got stuck.”
Walker nods. “Hey, no big deal, man. Everyone gets stuck on those things. Come by tonight after dinner and I’ll help you finish, huh?”
“Yeah. Good.” Richie backs toward the door, appearing relieved. “Thanks, Walker. See you then. Thanks!”
Minutes later, after I’ve assured Helen I’m no longer hungry, Walker scoops me back up in his arms and carries me through an uber-masculine, gray and black accented living room toward an elevator. After he punches in a code, we go up two floors and walk out into the most palatial bedroom I’ve ever seen. One wall is made entirely out of windows and it looks over the bay. Soft, cream-colored area rugs lie at angles, deep, brown leather chairs sit arranged in front of a fireplace. It smells like Walker. Like expensive aftershave and classy liquor. Gauzy, gold curtains float in through a sliding glass door that leads to a patio, a fire pit and Jacuzzi beyond.
People live like this? In real life?
Walker sets me down after carrying me over the threshold and threads our fingers together, leaning close to capture my gaze. Snaring it.
There are so many different facets of Walker and every time I think I have him pegged, he introduces me to another side of him. He’s a ruthless criminal. He’s jealous, covetous. But he’s also got a great sense of humor. He’s caring, generous. Sexy. My God, he’s so sexy, it should be against the law.
He’s a kidnapper. That’s a definite strike.
But when I think of how kind and patient he was to Richie, who clearly has a learning disability, I know there must be more good than bad inside of him. There was no mistaking the way his friend looked at him, as if he hung the moon.
And he wants to hang mine.
More like he’s demanding to hang it.
Bolstering my resolve to regain my independence at the earliest opportunity, even if it means tying sheets together and climbing out the window, I break blistering eye contact with Walker and survey the rest of the room.
The bed sits against the far wall and could accommodate a gymnastics floor routine, it’s so freaking huge. Why is it so huge?
Does more than one person usually sleep in it?
“Whoa,” he murmurs, rubbing a thumb over the back of my palm. “What lit that fire in your eyes?”
“Nothing. Just wondering if you recorded your last orgy.”
His crack of laughter makes me jump. “You’re jealous? Meadow, you’re the only woman to set foot in this room besides Helen and only because she changes my sheets once a week.”
“Why do you have such a huge bed?”
“Because I can. No other reason.” Before I know what he’s going to do, he picks me up and sits me down on the edge of the wide bed, stepping between my thighs. His hands lift to cup my face. “I’ll never want another woman as long as I live. I’ve been alive for thirty-five years and I’ve never even had a serious girlfriend. Know why? No woman has even made a passing impression. Then you walk in and fucking sink me. Just like that. I’ve been waiting for you, Meadow. Just you.” I’m reeling from the sincerity in his voice when I feel his hand around my throat. “And I think it goes without saying that if you ever go near another man, I will wring this pretty little neck. Won’t I?
“Yes,” I breathe, shocked to feel my sex growing wet over his promise.
Okay, not completely shocked. I’ve made myself wet with fantasies of being dominated, being owned, for years. And the reality is so much more potent.
“Good girl.” He leans in and brushes our lips together. “I got a new reason for wanting extra space in bed, though, don’t I? Going to need room for all the ways
I want to fuck my tight wife.”
I’m not your wife.
That’s what I should be saying, but instead I let him fuck my mouth with his tongue, the vibrations of his hungry groans rippling down my body.
“You stay here, gorgeous,” he says hoarsely, pulling away but continuing to fondle my breasts and thighs with strong hands. “You take a bath, get comfortable, put on something I can take off easily and I’ll be back before you know it.”
Are those my hands, pulling him closer by the collar? “Where are you going?”
Danger glints in his deep blue eyes. “If I don’t handle the situation with your ex-boss before we fuck, I’m worried I’ll be too rough with you. Ain’t over what he did, Meadow. Might never be. My blood’s still running hot.” His thumbs meet at my core and rub the seam of my romper against my clit. “I’d die before taking my anger out on my baby and her sweet, little pussy.”
I’m swamped in heat. My nipples are hard and I want his weight pressing me down, his big body rolling between my thighs. But I’m a prideful piece of work, so I gasp, “Who s-says we’re going to have sex?”
Walker’s laugh is rich and male. “While you’re lying here waiting for me in your wet panties, think about how you want to redecorate this room.” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Before you start changing furniture and paint colors, though, I want to check to see how one thing looks in this room.”
“What?”
I’m flipped over onto my stomach, face down on the bed, before I can take my next breath. My romper is yanked down. All the way down. Along with my panties. The material of both garments remains bunched at my ankles and I can feel Walker stepping back to run inspecting eyes over my exposed buttocks. “Goddamn, gorgeous,” he grits out. “Mmm. Yeah, that ass looks real good right where it is.”
My mouth is agape and I might be turned on as hell, but I can’t let him manhandle me like this. Can I? I try to get up, but his big, fully clothed body drops onto mine, his lap pressed intimately to my bottom, his erection pushing between my cheeks. “Walker!”
“You want to make jokes in front of my staff about escaping, that’s fine, Meadow. I’ll play the game. But I’ve already lost you once today. I’m not sure what I’d do a second time, but it would be extreme. You hearing me?” He shoves his hardness against me and I whine his name. “Answer the way I like it.”
