Broken: Book 3 of The Owned Series

by Masters, Derek

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  Reading the police report had me scratching my head. How the responding officer was able to come to a conclusion that this was a robbery gone bad was beyond me. As a matter of fact, everything I had just read should have led the officer in a different direction.

  First of all, there was no forced entry. Sure, this was a good neighborhood with a lot of wealthy residence. While the average person would think there was no reason to lock their door in such a neighborhood, the residents knew differently. It was the type of neighborhood that thieves loved to target and almost nobody would dream of leaving their doors unlocked, even when they were at home.

  Second, if it was a robbery gone bad, the thieves would have still taken valuables. It appeared that Hannah’s mom had been pushed down the stairs. It wasn’t like she was shot and the person responsible had to leave the house in a rush because the neighbors heard the gunshot.

  Finally, the responding officer came to these conclusions before the body was ever removed from the home, meaning the medical examiner didn’t have an opportunity to give his input. What was even more disturbing was the fact that the medical examiner’s report wasn’t attached to the police report, which is standard procedure at Vegas PD when filing cases away.

  Things didn’t make sense and it was time to shine a light on this case. I decided to make a phone call to Dustin Montgomery, an old friend of mine who now worked in homicide. I wasn’t sure I could trust him completely, but it was something I had to try.

  4

  Hannah

  People often say that you meet the person you’re supposed to be with when you stop looking and let them find you. One thing I’d never heard anyone say was that the person you’re supposed to be with would come to you when you were up for sale at an auction.

  I knew that these thoughts sounded absurd and wouldn’t make sense to anyone other than myself. Hell, if I would have heard anyone saying something so ridiculous, I would have called them out on it.

  Maybe what I was feeling was all in my head. Maybe I had developed Stockholm syndrome and was simply falling for my captor. Maybe it was only real to me, but I didn’t think so. I could feel the electricity between Reed and I when we were near one another.

  Regardless of the circumstances in which we met, Reed was the man I’d always dreamed of having as my own. He was strong, yet he had a very soft, sensitive side that he didn’t allow others to see. The fact that he was willing to show it to me meant a lot and let me know that I was special to him as well.

  Of course, Reed has his other side as well. The side that was dominant. The side that knew what he wanted and would go to whatever lengths he had to in order to make sure he got it. The side that I was becoming infatuated with.

  In the short time that I was with him, he taught me so much about what it means to be a submissive. For the longest time, when I heard people talk about domination and submission, I thought it was nothing more than bedroom play. I had no idea that it was a lifestyle, let alone a lifestyle that I wanted to live.

  Every day, I was learning and flourishing under Reed’s hand. As each day passed, I realized more and more that I didn’t want what we had to end. I had no clue what was in store for the two of us, but I was holding onto hope that there was a real future ahead of us.

  Lying in my bed, I could hear that Reed was already awake and in the kitchen. As I slid out from under my blankets, the smell of coffee being brewed filled my nose. It was a smell that I’d loved for as long as I could remember.

  Standing in the kitchen doorway, I admired him from across the room. His broad shoulders and toned back looked great from behind. He really was a sexy man. Maybe not sexy in the traditional sense, but sexy in my eyes nonetheless. I think it was a combination of his confidence and power. It was enough to make me swoon.

  “Good morning,” I whispered as I walked up, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

  “Good morning,” he replied. “Want some coffee?”

  “No, I had something else in mind.”

  He turned to face me and I noticed the look of hunger in his eyes. Was it possible that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him?

  Reed bent down and kissed me, gripping my face in his hands. There was no slow start. The kiss was hard, deep, and aggressive from the beginning.

  I gasped for breath as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, moving it around as though he was trying to kiss my soul.

  With great force, he shoved everything off the counter. Intertwined with him, I could hear glass shattering as it hit the ground. Reed didn’t care, however. He was taking what was his and this is what I loved about him. The fact that he owned me and took what he wanted, when he wanted it. And I was all too willing to give it. I’d give him anything.

  Grabbing me under my arms, he hoisted me onto the counter as though I was light as a feather. With his massive frame towering over me, my weight was nothing for him to handle. The way he manhandled me was something I’d come to love. I was no longer terrified of him. Instead, I welcomed everything he had to offer me.

  He reached for the hem of my nightshirt and pulled it over my head, stripping me down to my panties as I sat on the cool marble counter. His hands possessively grabbed my breasts as he used his knee to push my thighs apart. My underwear were already damp with excitement which he quickly found out when he reached between my legs. A low, throaty growl escaped his lips as he bit into my neck. The vibration of his voice against my skin made my nipples instantly perk up. I wanted him just as much––if not more––than he wanted me.

  I felt his hard cock throbbing against my cotton panties and I tipped my head back, granting him full access to my throat. His hand reached up to my neck and his fingers tightly wrapped around it as he held me in place, his dick still raging a war to be unleashed but he loved making me wait for it. It literally killed me but I liked the games that we always played. Pushing my hips forward, I teased him with my pussy, letting him feel my wet lips against his tip as he tried to make me wait it out. His grip got tighter and tighter around my throat until I began struggling for air. It was becoming nearly impossible to breathe and this was something new to me. He’d never tried to choke me before. My eyes grew wide as they bulged because, for a moment, I was scared. I’d never seen this side of him before. His eyes locked on mine and he saw the fear. In that moment, he had that crazy, wild look about him––something I’d never seen before––and immediately withdrew his hand.

  We stood there for a moment, neither of us saying a word as I drew in deep, ragged breaths. My lips parted to speak but his mouth consumed mine, preventing me from uttering a single word. Back under his spell, all was forgotten, and we continued with him ravishing me, starting with my breasts. Even though his hands were long gone from my neck, I could still feel their grip around my throat. I was sure that if I looked in a mirror, his large fingerprints would still be visible.

  One at a time, he paid close attention to each of my nipples. Sucking them, biting them, and pinching them. This was something that I used to find painful but when I saw how much pleasure it brought him, I endured it and, soon, began yearning it. I enjoyed how rough he was with them, how bright pink he could make my nipples. One of the things I learned from him was that a good submissive brought her dominant pleasure and I wanted to please him in anyway I could.

  He suddenly stopped and stepped away from the counter, leaving me aching for more. “Get on your knees,” he commanded. He seemed agitated for some reason.

  I instantly complied.

  Once on my knees, I looked up at him and seductively licked my lips as I began reaching for his cock. Pulling it from his boxers, I slowly began licking the tip as I continued to maintain eye contact. I thought if he could tease, so could I. Two of us could play that game but he wasn’t in the mood for games.

  “Suck it,” he ordered. His voice was low and gruff. “I want to see you take all of it.”

  Without batting an eye, I took him all the way in my mouth
until I felt his tip hit my tonsils. Sucking his cock, I let my tongue dance over his shaft in a way that I knew he liked. I’d done it many times before and knew how it drove him crazy. I thought I was being a good submissive, following orders, but I was wrong.

  His eyes squinted in a hardened line as my tongue coaxed along the bottom of his shaft and, for a moment, a sinister look burned in his narrowed eyes. I thought I’d done something wrong but I’d followed his orders––at least, I thought I had. His fingers grabbed my cheeks, pinching them hard, making me wince in pain. My eyes closed for a second––out of reflex––and when I opened them again, his opposite hand was drawn back as though he were about to smack me across the face. A look of terror flashed across my face as his hand started to cut through the air but he stopped himself before he smacked me. Shocked by his actions, I stopped sucking his cock and asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

  All I wanted to do was please him. That’s all any good submissive wants but I was failing miserably. It seemed that everything I did was making him furious with me for reasons I couldn’t understand. He’d tried to choke me but stopped. He’d almost hit me across the face but stopped.

  What was going on?

  Why was he acting this way?

  What had I done wrong?

  “No,” his savage voice roared. “I said I want to see you take it all the way. Stop playing your games.”

  I blinked. “What games?”

  He grabbed me by my hair, yanking my head back. Now he had my full attention. His agitation was growing by the minute but I couldn’t understand why. What had started off as a sexy morning had started to take a very dark turn. “Do what I say,” he commanded, shoving his cock down my throat.

  Eager to please him, I greedily sucked it, deep throating him as much as I could. His fist wrapped my hair tightly around his knuckles, winding it into a tight, knotted ball that allowed him to control my every movement. Thrusting his hips, he began fucking my face. I gurgled and tried to suck in deep breaths between each stroke but it was nearly impossible to breathe. Choking on my own spit, his cock was completely covered in my slobbery bile as he forcefully fucked my throat. The raw, burning sensation was all I could focus on. Bitter tears blurred my vision as the pain became more intense, but it didn’t matter.

  He wasn’t stopping.

  Slamming his cock hard into my throat, he held it there, completely stifling my air. It wasn’t until my eyes grew to the size of saucers that something inside of him snapped and he stopped. Pulling his cock out of my stinging, irritated throat, I winced in pain as I tried to swallow. My tonsils and throat were swollen and I felt so embarrassed as I wiped away the long strings of slobber and bile that were stuck to my face.

  Without missing a beat, he turned me around, bent me over the counter, and shoved his cock into me. I winced from the suddenness, but still welcomed him inside of me.

  Wrapping my hair tightly around his fist, Reed pulled my head back and began slamming into me. He felt bigger and harder than I’d felt him before, as if he there was something turning him on more than usual.

  He was pounding me so hard that I had trouble balancing the pleasure with the pain, especially since the pain was becoming more and more prevalent. He rammed me over and over again as hard and deep as he could while pulling my hair to the point that I thought he was going to pull it right out of my head.

  From out of nowhere, I felt the sting as Reed took his hand and sent it crashing down on my ass cheek. I’d been spanked during sex before, but this wasn’t something that he was doing playfully or for my pleasure. This felt like something that would be more of a punishment.

  As I was processing the first smack, another came in contact with my other ass cheek.

  “Ow,” I yelled out. “Reed, that hurts!”

  I figured he would lighten up, but he didn’t. He started pounding into me even harder and it felt like he was going to split me in half. Over and over, he brought his hand down on my ass, each strike stinging more and more.

  Just when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore, he pulled himself out of me, turned me around, and lifted me up onto the counter.

  He had an almost blank look in his eyes as he peered down at me. It felt like he was in some sort of daze as he seemed to be looking straight through me instead of at me.

  Spreading my legs further, much further apart than they were ever made to go, he pushed into me once more and instantly started pounding into me. I’d never felt such a piercing pain and any semblance of the sex feeling good had flown out the window.

  Before I could protest, he wrapped his hand around my neck and began choking me. At first, the grip wasn’t too bad, but with every passing second, it became tighter and tighter, eventually cutting off my airway completely.

  Reed was making familiar grunts, getting closer as he pushed himself in and out of me. I could feel myself light-headed and was fighting the urge to pass out.

  As my vision grew more and more cloudy and I had no more air to breathe, Reed let out a loud moan as he emptied himself inside me. With each release, his thrusts got a little lighter.

  Finally, his grip loosened on my neck and I sucked in as much air as I could. As I gasped loudly, Reed’s eyes changed. They were no longer blank. Instead, he was looking at me with a look of fear and concern.

  He’d just realized what he’d been doing.

  He turned to leave the room as quickly as he could, but just before exiting the door, he turned back towards me.

  “I’m sorry.”

  5

  Reed

  I never wanted Hannah to see that side of me. She was never supposed to know the fact that sometimes I have animalistic urges when I have sex. It was a side of me that I thought I had completely under control, but that morning proved otherwise.

  Never in my life had I felt like a bigger piece of shit than I felt right then. In the short time that I had her with me, I had come to truly care about Hannah and to know that I had hurt her because of my selfish needs was killing me inside.

  What I had done registered as soon as I was finished and I felt like I couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. I didn’t leave because I didn’t want to be in there with her. I left because I couldn’t stand to look at her after the way I treated her. It was almost as though I felt unworthy to be in her presence.

  I wanted to go back to the house and talk to her, but I didn’t know how I was going to be able to look her in the eyes. Most guys would go crawling back and apologize, but that would just be me not being true to myself. People apologize when they’re in the wrong, but was that really the case? Sure, I may have gotten a little carried away with my urges, but I wasn’t sure that was necessarily wrong.

  Instead, I chose to simply put some space between the two of us. I just wanted to forget that it had happened. For all I knew, that was all that Hannah wanted as well. If she wanted to talk about it once I went back to the house, we could cross that bridge then.

  It was just a little past midnight when I pulled into the driveway. The house was completely dark, which was unusual. Whenever Hannah goes to sleep, she always leaves one light on in the hallway. Apparently it’s something that has carried over from her childhood.

  Closing the door quietly behind me, I walked into the house, pausing to listen for any sounds that may indicate she was awake. The silence was deafening and everything was completely still.

  I opened the front door slowly and slid inside, slipping my shoes of in the foyer before quietly making my way down the hall. If Hannah was sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb her.

  Normally, I’d grab a shower before bed, but the day had left me so mentally and emotionally drained, that the only thing I wanted to do was crawl into bed and have a fresh start in the morning.

  Unfortunately, instead a restful night, I spent the evening reliving one of the most painful experiences in my life in the form of a horrible nightmare about Brian, one of the most genuine men I’d ever know and the be
st paratrooper I’d ever met.

  “Brian, you big asshole! Where the hell were you last night?” I asked as he walked in off the tarmac.

  “I had to get some rest, asshole. One of us has to do some work around here,” he retorted.

  This was the way Brian and I talked to one another on a daily basis. People who didn’t know us would think that we hated one another, but the truth was, he was one of the only true friends I ever had.

  I was busy packing the parachutes for our drills that afternoon when I got a text message on my phone.

  Ladies night at Club Enchanted!

  Apparently Club Enchanted was the hottest new nightclub in the area. It was wall to wall on a normal night so the fact that women were going to be able to drink all they wanted for a $5.oo cover meant that the women were going to outnumber the men by a large margin.

  “Hey dickhead, you checked out Enchanted yet?” I yelled across the room.

  “No, I don’t really do clubs. I’m too old for that shit.”

  “By too old, what you’re really saying is that you’ve got no game. Got it.”

  “What the fuck ever! That’s not what I’m saying at all. I’ve got more game in my little finger than you have in your whole body!”

  “Is that right? Well, it’s ladies night tonight. How about you back up those words?”

  “How do you figure we should do that?”

  “The place is going to be crawling with women so put your money where your mouth is. I bet $20 I can pull more numbers than you can.”

  “Phone numbers? Seriously? Are you 14 again? If we’re going to play this game, it has to be for real stakes.”

  “All right, smart ass. What do you have in mind?” I asked, throwing the rope I was working with at him.

  “A hundred bucks says I can bring a hotter chick home than you can.”

  “How the hell will that work? If we both bring a girl home, we’re both going to think ours is hotter.”