Stealing Allie

by H S Russell

  I give her no leeway, taking her mouth hard and deep, exactly how I’ve wanted to since the last time I tasted her. Putting my hands on her jaw, I move her head and mouth, groaning as I taste the red wine on her lips.

  I hear the little moans she tries to keep trapped in her throat. I can’t help but gloat at what I do to her. Seducing Allie has been and will be even sweeter than seducing Nora Ames ever was.

  Needing to taste more of her, I break the kiss and rake my mouth down her neck until I’m the one moaning. Her skin tastes like heaven with a hint of salt, and I lean back so I can look at her red, swollen lips and her face flushed with need.

  She’s pure erotica with her luscious body and soft curves. She hides her body in shame and layers of clothes, yet there’s not a man alive that wouldn’t want to see her stripped and naked for him. How this woman believes she is unattractive to men is beyond me.

  “Allie, You’re a fucking goddess. You could have men on their knees if you wanted.”

  I take a step back, barely stopping myself from putting her on her hands and knees and fucking her raw. As much as I want to, I’m not bastard enough to tell her I’ve ruined her life one moment, then fuck her the next.

  “I want to go back to my room now,” she tells me. “Please.”

  Later that evening, after watching Allie pace around the room, I pick up the phone and call my dad. It’s been months since we’ve spoken—Christmas probably. He doesn’t answer, so I leave a voicemail, feeling rather foolish.

  “Hey, Dad, it’s Lucas.” I pause, not knowing what to say. “I just wanted to say hi, to see how you were getting along. Call me tomorrow, or whenever. If you want.”

  Hanging up, I think about my mom and how she lit up my whole world. Then I think about Allie and how she practically glows sometimes. I think about how much I like having her here, and how much I’m going to hate letting her go.

  The thought makes me chilly, as if the sun is about to die.

  Allie

  I lie in bed replaying everything that was said, remembering every charged moment that Lucas and I have shared. This evening felt like a date until he told me what he’d done, how my life would be ruined if I go to the authorities about any of this.

  My heart is pounding as I think of this incredible pull Lucas has on me despite everything he’s done to me. Is it possible to fall for someone who’s hurt you? Can you fall for someone who has done this much harm?

  Realizing how far off I am by even asking myself these questions, I know I have to get away. And soon. I have to fool him into believing that I’m compliant, and I have to find a way for him to let me out of this room.

  As I go to sleep, I start making plans, ignoring the part of me that wonders if it would be so bad to stay.

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  The next day is dreary and rainy. Since I don’t have to go to work, I decide to enjoy a lazy morning in bed. Or I was going to until Lucas walks in and interrupts my lazy. He leans against the doorframe, watching me intently like he always does.

  “You’re still in bed,” says Captain Obvious.

  I sigh. “Did you come in here for a specific reason?”

  “Yes actually. I was wondering if you wanted to come downstairs for a while.”

  I sit up. “Really?” He’s asking this even after last night?

  He frowns but doesn’t say anything more about the slap or what he told me he’d done. “Yes. You can read in my office as long as you’re quiet.”

  “Your office?” I ask, not sure if I’ve heard him correctly. “But…”

  “As long as you stay where I put you, yes, my office. It’ll be a light day for me; there won’t be anything for your curious little ears to overhear.”

  “Where’s the fun in that, then?”

  “Very funny. If anything comes up, I’ll bring you back here.”

  “Then yes, I’d like that.”

  “Good. I’ll leave the door unlocked; come down whenever. Just remember that the videos see everything. I’ll know when you leave the room, so don’t try anything foolish.” I stick my tongue out at him when he turns away to leave.

  A day in the office means I might get a chance to explore the downstairs.

  Maybe I should have slapped him sooner.

  Lucas

  Once again, I am out of my fucking mind by letting her in the one place where I keep my most incriminating evidence. She’s sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, looking none the worse after last night. I watch her from under my eyes, realizing how much I like having her with me.

  I’m so whipped.

  I tell myself that everything I’m doing is to get her to fall hard enough that she’ll never want to turn me in, but the truth is everything I’m doing is real. I haven’t faked anything with her, not one laugh, not one look, not one kiss. This woman is Stockholm’ing me as much as I’m Stockholm’ing her. The only difference is that I’m doing it deliberately, and she’s doing it effortlessly.

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  The morning remains pleasant, but after lunch, the day gives way to storms, both outside and in. After a few hours in my office, Allie is getting fidgety.

  “Would you like to go back to your room?” I ask absentmindedly, most of my mind on a job we’re prospecting.

  “Actually no. Can I walk around the house, just this hallway, and explore some?”

  I glance up to see that she’s serious, then look back to my computer. The response to her comment should be perfectly obvious. “No. Your room or here.” I dismiss her, the matter closed.

  Sinking back into my work, I’m interrupted yet again when she stands up. “No,” she says, “I’m not going to my room, and I’m tired of staying in there. I’m going to walk down this hallway and look around. When I’m done, I’ll come back here, like the good little hostage that I am, and you can take me to my room then.”

  I go still, incredulous as shit that she would dare to speak to me like this. “You most certainly the fuck are not,” I fume.

  “But why? I’ve been a ‘model captive’ now for what.” She actually makes air quotes. “I’ve been kept to just three rooms. Surely you can let me walk around for a bit.”

  “I said fucking no,” I growl at her. “You are going back to your room.” I can’t believe I just said those words to a grown-ass woman.

  Expecting her to get her ass to the stairs, she fucking stomps her foot like a little girl. “No,” she says, then huffs out of the office without saying a word, turning to the right instead of the left where the fucking stairs are. I take off after her, pissed that I’m having to deal with this when I have work to get done.

  I catch up to her as she’s sailing down the hallway, that damn sheet billowing out around her like fucking angel’s wings. I stomp on the end of the sheet, knowing she’ll have to stop to keep the sheet from dropping. My bet is on stopping.

  She drops the sheet.

  Chapter 16

  Lucas

  She drops the sheet and my eyes glaze over in lust.

  Allie in my shirt is sexy as fuck. It covers her just enough to keep her ass hidden from me. I’ve been lusting over her for days now, and she knows it. She knows I burn for her. She must know I’d get down on my knees and beg.

  A big girl? Yeah, she is. But she’s all woman, every voluptuous curve, every silky-skinned inch. I can’t do anything but watch her as she moves from doorway to doorway, those pale legs awash in light with her ass just right there. And, holy fuck, her pussy is right in front of that ass…

  All rationality goes out the window. She wants to push me? Bring it, little girl, I’m more than happy to push back. I’ll push back and then push in.

  I stalk after her until I catch her in the kitchen. She looks all around her, turning in a circle to take it all in. The kitchen is a point of pride for me; everything is top-of-the-line restaurant-grade equipment. Lava stone countertops wrap around the wood cabinets and top the huge center island.

  Allie stops at the island, and tha
t’s where I make my move. I gain on her before she can skitter away and press into her, knowing she won’t be pushing me away this time. I’ll make sure of that.

  “Are you showing yourself off to me for a reason?” I growl, trapping her in my arms. “Are you wanting to see what I’ll do to you? How hard I’ll fuck you?” I press harder so she can feel me, enjoying her little gasp when she does. Without the sheet to act as a cushion, I know she can feel my hard cock in greater detail. “Is this what you’re after, Allie? Me so hard for you that I lose my fucking mind?”

  I reach down and slide my hands up her thighs to the sides of her hips, listening to her gasp as I do so. “You think I can’t want you? Fucking hell, Allie, you’re so fucking soft and warm, I can barely keep my hands off of you,” I whisper. I reach around and fit those cheeks in the palms of my hands. Perfectly. I squeeze and massage her, caressing every inch of her plump skin as I mold her with my hands.

  “Do you like walking around in front of me with nothing covering up this pussy and this ass? Do you like teasing me this way?” Her mouth forms a little O, her eyes open wide with surprise. How could she ever think I wouldn’t want her? “I told you if you tease me like this, you’re not walking away without getting fucked.” I lean in to kiss her when she pushes me away, breaking our contact.

  “Are you kidding me right now?” she shouts. “I’m not teasing you. You’re the one who won’t give me my damn clothes back, you prick! If you gave them back, I wouldn’t be walking around ass-naked!”

  I get even harder when she says the words ass and naked. “That was your choice just now to walk away with the sheet on the floor. Your choice, Allie, not mine. You knew what you were doing just then—you knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t play little miss fucking innocent with me.”

  She scoffs. “Oh, please! It was your choice to kidnap me and lock me away, Lucas. Your choice to rob me of my whole damn life! I think I deserve a little something in exchange for everything you’ve done to me. I’ve haven’t caused you any inconvenience—I haven’t even tried to escape! I deserve this!”

  I’m so stunned that she thinks she’s no inconvenience that she gets away and heads down the hallway before I go after her. She scoops up the sheet when she passes it, giving me enough time to catch up to her and pin her against the wall.

  “Everything about you is an inconvenience, Allie,” I growl at her. “I want you here even less than you want to be here. You don’t deserve anything unless I say so. And while you’re here, you will fucking obey me.”

  “You ass! How dare you think you can get away with this!” Allie starts pushing at me and hitting me. Her fingers curl into talons and rake down my arms. “You are nothing but a two-bit, cock-sucking man-whore who’s too stupid and arrogant to make an honest living!”

  I’m so surprised as her language—and her choice of words—that I start laughing. She’s hitting and kicking at me, trying to land blows to my shins and knees, and almost—heaven help me—my balls. Her anger gives her strength, but it’s easy to block her moves, even while laughing.

  “You think you’re Mr. I’m-In-Charge, but you’re not going to be in fucking charge of me!”

  I finally get her pinned and lean in to her, still laughing somewhat. I lean down and kiss her, softer than she deserves, softer than I want to kiss her. Lifting up to whisper in her ear, Allie reaches in and bites the hell out of my shoulder.

  The pain disrupts everything. I step back as our eyes clash.

  It takes everything I have to stay calm. “I should turn you over my fucking knee for that. Is that what you want, Allie? My hand on your bare ass?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “Then you better get back to your room. Right. The fuck. Now. Or so help me God…”

  She turns and dashes down the rest of the hallway while I stalk behind her, watching her go up the stairs and then slam the door like a fucking teenager. I follow her up and lock it, making sure it’s secure. I wouldn’t put it past her to have messed with the lock somehow. With my luck, she’s MacGyver’d it and is about to hunt me down and kill me with her damn razor.

  The rest of the day creeps by. One of us will eventually have to give, but it sure the hell isn’t going to be me.

  Chapter 17

  Allie

  I’ve been locked in since our fight yesterday. I know I acted like a spoiled brat, but dammit, I’ve been good. I’ve behaved myself. A little self-guided tour wasn’t going to kill him. It would help me figure out a way to the front door, but he didn’t know that.

  But it’s all moot now. Now, I just have to find a way to get him to let me out of this room. But how, especially given that I don’t have many options. I guess I could apologize, but the very thought makes me snort. He deserves nothing of the kind. Sex? I snort again. He deserves that even less than he deserves an apology.

  Feign a medical emergency? I’d be more apt to start laughing at myself midemergency.

  Hurt myself? Right. I’m a total wimp. I can barely pull off Band-Aids without wincing. Plus there’s not much in here that I could use to hurt myself with.

  Trying to think of ways to get out of here, I sit on the toilet until my butt gets numb. Then I lie on the cool tile floor, pondering there. I have no idea how long I’ve been in the bathroom, but it feels like a long time.

  Sadly, for all my time thinking, I’ve come up with no good ideas.

  There’s only one way to get me out of this room. It’s my least favorite option out of everything I’ve come up with, but it’s probably going to be the most effective besides sex. And I’m not offering Lucas sex to get out of here. He doesn’t deserve sex from me, not after what he’s done.

  Saying goodbye to my pride, I leave my sanctuary and stand in front of the corner where the camera hangs like a black raven. Nevermore, it whispers, mocking me. Nevermore will you have any pride. I feel like a fool talking to it since he might not even be watching, but there’s no other option.

  I hope my surrender face looks like a regretful face. I hope he’ll read me as contrite and not pouty. I blink my eyes a few times at the camera, getting into character. “Lucas? I want to apologize for yesterday.” I roll my eyes, hating myself. “I know I acted like a child and that I was wrong. I promise I’ll do what you ask from now on.” I sigh. “Or I’ll try to…” I keep watching the camera, knowing I’m blowing my chance to get out of here. “I’d really like to come down there and apologize, so if you’d let me…”

  And then I hear a noise—the noise I’ve been listening for. I look over at the window, then rush to it as I watch a brown delivery van come up the drive and stop. The driver gets out and goes to the back, rummaging around for the packages.

  I look at the camera for just a second, then begin to pound on the window, shouting as loud as I can. “Help, help! Please, I’m in here! Help me, please help me!” I pound and shout, knocking as hard as I dare without breaking the window. “I’m up here, please! Help me!” I knock and knock, desperate to gain the driver’s attention. Right as he comes out of the back with Lucas’s packages, thick arms wrap around me and a hand goes over my mouth, pulling me away from the window…away from hope.

  I fight to get free, still shouting as loud as I can despite his hand. This was the only chance I’ve had in all the time I’ve been here, and I’m missing it. If I’d been downstairs, if I’d behaved yesterday, I might have gotten on that truck.

  I start crying and beating at Lucas, struggling with all my might to get away. He simply tighten his arms, shackling me as surely as if his arms were metal chains.

  I stop struggling as my tears turn into hard, gut-wrenching sobs. I know the van is already leaving; I know I’ve missed it. I sob as I now hold on to the forearm tucked around my chest, not lost to the fact that just moments ago I was trying to fight that arm off.

  When he finally lifts his hand from my mouth, words are spilling out through my gasping tears. “I don’t want to be here,” I cry. “Just let me go…” over and o
ver.

  Eventually I hear Lucas whispering in my ear, telling me to hush, telling me it’ll be okay. His whispers don’t calm me. If anything, they are a stark reminder that I’m stuck here with this man I’m unbelievably attracted to, and that he’s not letting me go. There’s no way out. Not out of this house, and not out of this attraction. He has me in the palm of his hand; I’m completely trapped by him.

  For the first time since I woke up in this room, I give up.

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  Tears roll down my face and soak into the pillow. I don’t know how long I’ve been in bed, but I don’t care. I hear the door open, and then Lucas comes into my line of sight, squatting down so that he’s eye level with me. “Sit up,” he says. “I brought you something to drink.”

  He doesn’t even bother to ask if I want it; he simply commands me to sit up and drink. I don’t try to hide the few sobs as his demand reminds me of my hopelessness, but I do what I’m told. He frowns as he hands me a glass containing a light brown liquid.

  “What’s in here?” I croak, looking up at him with what must be reddened eyes and a mottled face. I’m an ugly crier. I’m an ugly everything.

  “Sip on it, it’ll help.”

  Another dismissal of my question, another command to obey. I tip the glass and drink it down in two gulps, wincing at the sharp bitterness. His lips flatten in anger. “I told you to sip it.”

  I ignore him and lie back down.

  “This will help you sleep for a little while,” he says. “Get some rest.”

  “You should just drug me again.”

  I expect him to reply or leave, but he does neither. I open my eyes and see him frowning at me.

  “What?” I ask, not really caring.

  He’s silent, and then he reaches out his fingers, sliding the knuckles down my cheek. I want to pull away and tell him not to touch me, but I don’t bother. He wants me and eventually he’s going to take me. I might as well get used to his touch.

  “Nothing.” He frowns at me. “Get some rest.”

  I close my eyes and do what my captor tells me to do.