Taken II

by Esme Devlin

  “You feel that, baby? You feel me deep inside you?”

  I moan out a weak yes that I barely even hear myself.

  “This perfect little cunt belongs to me now. No one else gets to go here. Understand?”

  I nod my head while he bites down on my neck. Then he pushes himself up on his elbows and drinks in the sight of me. My breasts are heaving, practically bouncing as he rocks my whole body into the mattress. He bends down and kisses every inch of them while he grinds his hips, and now I need more. My hips buck forward, trying to help him while he hits a spot inside me again and again.

  “Tell me, princess. Say it. Tell me who owns you.” The words come out with a growl and a bite of my nipple. The action sends me absolutely wild.

  My whole body clenches while I scream the words you over and over again like a prayer and arch my back. His fingers grip around the globes of my ass and just as I’m sliding over the edge myself, I feel Jason tense above me, driving deep inside me one final time.

  Heat erupts between my legs as I gasp and tremble. The waves crash down around me and the stars return. I’m panting for air, I’m hot, every muscle in my body is tight and sore and I don’t care.

  “Fuck baby, come on my cock for me.”

  The words send me to new dizzying heights I didn’t even know existed. I want this feeling always. Every night. Him deep inside me, two bodies becoming one. I’m moaning and shuddering against him and he just keeps kissing me, my cheeks, my lips, my forehead. He’s running his fingers through my hair like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever had in his hands.

  It’s not until I finally come down and the haze starts to clear that he rolls off me and unties my hands. As soon as I’m free, he pulls my body close beside him and arranges me so my head is in the crook of his arm and my leg lies lazily over his stomach.

  I glance up at him in the dim light, and he looks down and smiles.

  “You were perfect,” he tells me.

  I smile back up at him, not sure of what to say next.

  I don’t want this to be the only time, the last time, but the answer to my unspoken question terrifies me.

  What if he just said everything he did so he could get me into bed?

  The thought jars me out of my post orgasm high. But I’m too scared to ask the question. So instead I lie there and drift off to sleep while he strokes my hair and traces circles over my back.

  Chapter 12

  SCARLET

  I wake up the next morning and Jason is gone.

  My hand drifts across the bed to the space where he was lying, and the mattress is cold. He must have left a while ago.

  Sitting up in bed, I stretch my arms out and try to fight the feeling of dread and unease that is quickly taking a hold of me.

  No note on the pillow telling me he will see me soon.

  Perhaps he has left a message on my mobile?

  I pull back the covers and inch over towards the bedside table, grabbing my phone. The thing lights up as soon as it nears my face and my tummy sinks when I see an empty home screen. No notifications.

  How could I have been so stupid?

  I knew from the day I met him what he was.

  Bad news — capital fucking B.

  He’s the man your parents warn you to stay away from. He’s the boy who bullied everyone in high school.

  And yet I fell faster than a penny thrown out of a twenty story building. I fell for his possessive ways and his demanding tone. I believed him when he told me it would only ever be him.

  I can still feel the reminder of him between my legs and the thought of it has me jerking out of the bed and pacing towards the shower.

  I don’t regret what we did. I’ll remember it forever, but right now the last thing I want is to be smelling him on my body and being pulled back to last night with every breath I take.

  Stepping into the shower, I set about getting myself clean and washing the memories of Jason Dixon away. There’s a song about that, isn’t there? I wonder if it will work.

  I wrap my big fluffy towel from home around me and step out of the bathroom. My eyes flick to the bedside table and I freeze.

  Jason.

  “Jason?”

  “Good morning, princess,” he says as he turns around, a huge big smile plastered right across his handsome face.

  “I — I thought you had left?”

  I’m stunned he’s here, but I can’t deny my heart is soaring.

  “I did leave. Walked along to that coffee shop to pick you up some breakfast. Did you think I left — left? Really left?”

  I smile as I feel heat rise in my cheeks. Giving him a weak nod, I admit it.

  He laughs and holds his arms outstretched, nodding for me to come to him.

  I do.

  His arms wrap around me and he squeezes. “Silly girl. I told you, I’m not leaving. And if you decide to leave — I’ll catch you.”

  I laugh at him. “And then what will you do?”

  He leans down and nuzzles against my neck. “You need a reminder so soon?”

  “Jason!” I giggle, tapping him on the shoulder.

  He releases me and takes a seat on the bed, grabbing the coffee cup and passing it over to me. “Here, drink.”

  I take it gladly before sitting down beside him. I’m feeling braver this morning — a whole lot braver than I was last night.

  “So…”

  I hesitate and he turns me around to face him. “Go on.”

  “So… what do we do now?”

  The question feels silly on my lips but I don’t know how else to word it. I want to know what we are. I want to know what happens next.

  “Now? We eat. We drink. We fuck.”

  I’m about to open my mouth and explain myself further when he starts laughing at me.

  “I’m playing with you, princess. You want me to define us?”

  I give a slight bob of my head and wait for him to continue.

  He pulls me in close to him under his arm and kisses me on the top of my head before he speaks. “From that first day when you bumped into me on the stairs and didn’t give two-fucks when I tried to intimidate you, I knew I wanted you. I wanted to possess you. I wanted to own you. I wanted to hear you whisper my name, scream my name, moan my name. I don’t know what the fuck you did to me, but I’m obsessed with everything about you.”

  “Jason…” I whisper his name, not quite believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.

  “I mean it, princess. This is it for me. Other girls — they no longer exist. And if you trust me, I’ll spend every day proving that to you.”

  I smile and rub my head against his chest. He leans back and takes a hold of my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I swallow down the lump in my throat. “I trust you.”

  He takes my lips and kisses me forcefully. “Good girl. I’m going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly.”

  My breath catches. “What?”

  “You heard me. You will never know another man. I’m your first and your only, and I’m going to take care of you until the day we die.”

  I’m smiling like a crazy person but I can’t even explain how happy his words are making me.

  Ridiculously happy.

  If I could go back and tell my high school self about this moment, I think I would have fainted. And yet this is real. Jason Dixon is sitting on my bed, telling me he’s going to put a ring on my finger.

  I practically jump on to his lap, throwing my arms around him and pressing one-hundred tiny kisses over every inch of his stubbled cheeks. He takes a hold of my ass, grinding me down against him while he kisses me back and his laughter has my heart soaring.

  “Now show me how happy you are,” he growls into my ear.

  Epilogue

  SCARLET

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  The last three months have been a blur. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to pinch
myself.

  To summarize, Jason made good on his promises.

  The girl on his arm? That’s me. We walk into college together and we leave college together. About six weeks after we met that first time on the steps, he asked me to come and live with him.

  I said yes.

  He came the very next day with a truck he borrowed from one of his friends and helped me move all the boxes (I still hadn’t even bothered to unpack them yet — which in hindsight was maybe a good thing) into his house.

  And then I did take the time to unpack them all, because I finally felt like I had a home.

  It’s now Saturday and I’m lying in bed reading my book while Jason is out training his youth soccer team. Sometimes I go and watch him (the kids are only six or seven and it’s absolutely adorable!), but sometimes I stay home and let him do his thing without me.

  He’s due back any minute now and usually brings me coffee and a slice of carrot cake from the coffee shop on his way home.

  I’m trying to concentrate on the page I’m on, but honestly, it gets to this time every week and I just can’t. There are butterflies flitting around inside my stomach and I end up reading the same paragraph twenty times because my thoughts keep wandering to the second he walks through the door.

  I always love a Saturday for this very reason, and it’s the same reason I sometimes prefer to stay home rather than going out to watch him. He always comes through the door looking out of breath and a bit disheveled. He’s usually wearing his soccer strip — black, with red knee-high socks — and when he stands in that doorway and eyes me up like he’s hungry, everything inside me melts.

  The sound of the front door opening and closing drifts to my ears and my heart starts beating a little bit faster. I wonder if this feeling will ever fade? Will I still feel this way in forty years when he comes home from the golf course on a Sunday afternoon?

  I hope so.

  In fact, I know so.

  He sticks his head around the door and drops his keys on the table at the far side of the room. He has a coffee holder in his hand with a bag resting between the two cups.

  “How was the game?”

  He turns and eyes me up. “Usual. How is your book?”

  “Usual,” I tell him.

  He smirks. “Anything interesting happening?”

  I shove a bookmark in and throw it down on the bedside table. “Nothing at all…” I do a little pouty face and his smirk only grows wider.

  “You need me to remind you how it’s done?”

  Shaking my head playfully, I whisper a soft, “No.”

  I know exactly what those words do to him. Is he strange and maybe a little bit fucked up? Probably. But this is the way he is, and this is the man I fell for.

  But his smirk fades to a smile and he shakes his head with a chuckle. “This is the one and only time I’m going to take the no for an answer. Drink your coffee and then put something nice on. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

  “Dinner?”

  “Dinner. You know that thing where you go to an establishment that sells food, and then you like… eat it?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Alright. What’s the occasion?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough, princess.”

  The restaurant is beautiful. It’s like an old barn conversion with muted grey walls and dim lighting, foliage and twinkling lights hanging from the rafters.

  We get seated and Jason orders some drinks for both of us. I ask him to get me a water instead of my usual wine and he cocks an eyebrow at me.

  As soon as the waiter leaves, he sits back in his chair and eyes me up with those piercing blue eyes. “Does the little princess have something to tell me?”

  I smile back it him. “It depends. Are you going to tell me what this is all about?”

  We do go out for dinner from time to time, but it’s never been sprung on me like this. And he actually went into the wardrobe and picked out this dress for me, which isn’t something I’d usually wear to a casual Saturday night dinner.

  He’s up to something, and I’m desperate to know what it is.

  “I brought you here because I want to ask you something.”

  Oh.

  Oh no.

  Oh… yes.

  He’s going to do it? He’s going to do it.

  The butterflies that were flitting around in my belly earlier have just picked up the pace ten fold. I try to steady myself — and my emotions — and place my hands on my lap, praying that they don’t get all sweaty. Not when he’s about to take my hand in his.

  “Go on,” I tell him through a smile.

  “Would you…” OMG. OMG. “Would you go on vacation with me? I was thinking we could spend Christmas in New York?”

  A holiday.

  I mean, I’m thrilled… of course I’m thrilled. I was just expecting… something else.

  But I try to make sure my smile doesn’t show any of the disappointment I’m feeling.

  “Of course. That sounds wonderful.”

  He grins and sits forward in his chair, propping himself up on his elbows. “We’ll need to be quick getting you a new passport then.”

  “A new passport?”

  “I think it should say Dixon. Mrs Scarlet Dixon.”

  Mrs Scarlet Dixon. I start smiling and then laughing and then I realize I want to strangle him. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

  He chuckles and leans back, his fist diving into his pocket. He retrieves a little black velvet box and then stands up. I swing around in my chair while he gets down on one knee.

  He. Gets. Down. On one knee.

  My ears and cheeks are burning as the restaurant goes quiet.

  “Since the day I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Perfect. You were everything I didn’t even know I wanted. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every morning to your face and fall asleep every night against your body.” (He lowers his voice a little for that last bit — thank god!) “Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  I’m blinking back tears as my hands fly to my mouth. I’m nodding my head because honestly, I don’t think I’m even capable of forming words right now.

  “Babe, you need to say it,” he whispers into my ear as I fall into his arms.

  “Yes. Of course! Yes!”

  Everyone around us starts clapping and cheering and I think this must be a dream. How can this be real? But it is real. This man is holding onto me and telling me that he’s going to keep holding on to me for the rest of his life.

  He slides the ring on my finger and gently places me back in my chair before making his way over to his own one.

  “I… I have something to tell you, too.” I smile softly and avert my eyes from his. They’re so piercing and I’m nervous. I’ve been sitting on this for a few days now, wondering how best to tell him. We’ve never actually sat down and spoken about it, but then again we’ve never spoken about doing anything to prevent it either.

  “Please tell me your…”

  He stops when I nod my head. “I’m late.”

  “Fuck, babe,” he says with a growl.

  My eyes dart up to him, but the second I catch sight of his face I know his growl wasn’t from anger. He’s happy. More than happy. He’s lost for words.

  Now I’m the one getting up from the table and going across to him. He pulls me down onto his lap and nuzzles my ear. “You make me the happiest man on this planet, little princess.”

  “You make me the happiest princess in the world.”

  Epilogue

  JASON

  I’m going to be a dad.

  This girl sitting on my knee has my child growing inside her belly and my emotions are all over the place. I want to worship every inch of her. There are no words that will explain how I’m feeling right now. I need to show her.

  “Come with me,” I tell her, pulling her up from my knee and taking a hold of her hand.

  “Are you going to abduct me again?�
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  I turn around and start laughing at her. “If you’re lucky, princess.”

  But I’m not going to abduct her. We’re going to have a nice, romantic, candlelit dinner for two. Well, technically I guess it’s three now. Just as soon as I’ve shown her just how happy she makes me.

  We slip into the single unisex toilet. I’m pretty sure it’s a baby-changing facility, but since it’s 9pm on a Saturday night, I can’t imagine it’s needed much. And I need it now. I need her right now.

  I need to be inside her.

  My hands slide her dress up while my chest pushes her up against the wall. She lets out this cute as fuck sigh while my fingers slide under her black lacy panties.

  “You’re soaking wet for me, babe.”

  She moans into my ear and tips her head back, giving me access to her neck while I stick a finger into her juicy cunt.

  If we weren’t in a bathroom, I’d be on my knees right now, devouring those sweet juices while she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and screamed the whole damned place down.

  But we can do that later. We can do that all fucking night. Right now, the only thing we both need is for my cock to be buried deep inside her. I hitch her dress around her hips and slide her panties off completely, shoving them in my back pocket. And then my zipper goes down and before she even knows what’s coming, my cock is lodged so deep inside her I’m surprised it hasn’t rearranged her guts.

  Her arms drape around my neck and her legs lock around my waist as I push her up on the wall, getting her into a position where I can hit that spot inside her with every thrust.

  She runs her hands through my hair while I claim her mouth to stop her from moaning so loudly — I may be a dirty bastard but I do like this restaurant and intend to bring her back here for our anniversary.

  Every anniversary until we’re have a whole table full of grandchildren.

  I pump into her harder and faster as her gentle moans and whimpers spur me on. This is what we both need, a hard and fast and dirty release. “Come on baby, come on my cock for me.” I say the words into her mouth while I squeeze her bare ass harder and she grinds against me. “That’s it. I want to feel you come so fucking hard. I want your little cunt to milk that cock.”