Stealing Allie

by H S Russell

  Chapter 27

  Allie

  He walks over to grab his two bags and takes them to my bedroom. He comes back down the hallway, and holy mother of God, he’s unbuttoning and untucking his shirt as he does. If I hadn’t been affected by his body before, I certainly am now. The white T-shirt he’s wearing underneath his button-down is a much lighter cotton, molding to his chest and torso.

  I realize that all of my training and working out hasn’t prepared me for him. Not in any way. His strength is so much greater than mine—there is no way I can stop him. Lucas is a force to be reckoned with, an enigmatic stranger that’s so much stronger than me, I can’t believe I’ve deluded myself into believing I could fight him. I’ve been training when I should have been running.

  I am such a fool.

  He goes over to my purse and digs out my cell phone. “No!” I shout.

  He opens the phone and takes out the card, tossing it into my disposal. The tiny square barely makes a crunch in the strong, jagged teeth of the processor. Next he grabs my laptop and starts to take out the battery. I cry out again. “No, don’t…” But he looks at me as he takes out the battery and removes the back, taking some of the chips from the board back to the bedroom.

  My body collapses as the tension that’s been holding me upright leaves me with a swish of relief. My eyes water as I take deep breaths through my mouth. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, and I know this isn’t over, but I’m grateful for a reprieve. I pull on the ties, making them a little looser, but all too soon I hear him stalking back to me, that opened shirt waving as he comes toward me. Just when I think he’s going to untie me, he instead leans down and picks me up, chair and all.

  “What are you doing?” I cry out, trying to keep from getting unbalanced and face-planting into the wall. He carries me—chair and all—into my bedroom. When he sets me down, he’s not even breathing heavy. All sorts of places in my body react to his show of strength. All sorts of places.

  He squats down again, his button-down gaping. His T-shirt hugs his tight abs, molding to his hard form. I glance at his shoulders, just a peek, and almost moan at how strong they look. But I’ll die a thousand deaths before I ever let him know.

  “Tell me where it is, Allie,” he says. “I know you haven’t spent it all. Just tell me, and I’ll take what’s left, and we’ll figure out the rest. Just tell me.”

  He’s so close, so beautiful, I can hardly stand to keep looking at him. The heat he puts off… I wonder if he does this to every woman he meets, or if it’s just some huge flaw inside of me.

  I realize he’s waiting for a response, and for once I’m not above begging. “Leave here, Lucas. Just walk away and let me be. We’ve been apart all this time with no issues. There’s no need for this.”

  “I can’t believe you’d think I would ever agree to that after you left me.”

  I try another tactic. “For all you know, I’m working with the FBI and they’re on their way here.” He startles away from me, never breaking eye contact. Then he’s tapping on his ear and muttering something while he walks to the window, staring outside.

  “Who are you talking to?” I ask him, not realizing until now that he’s wearing an earpiece. Realization dawns. “The other guys know you’re here, don’t they? You’re talking to them.” My heartbeat races even faster as I realize that while he may be the only one here, I’m up against all of them. I never gave much thought to the other guys; it was always just me and Lucas. This is more dangerous than I’d realized. If by some miracle he leaves, are the others going to come after me next? He’s dangerous all on his own. I’d never make it against two more. Never…

  He’s talking still, looking out the window, his attention not on me. It’s a chance I have to take. I work my hands and ankles against the restraints, knowing I have to get out of them. I don’t care if I have to rip my hands off—I have to run. My maneuvering pays off and I’m able to dislodge the cording, giving me extra room to wiggle my hands. I take turns between looking at him and looking at what I’m doing. As long as he doesn’t pay me any attention, I’ll have a chance. It’ll only be a second, but that’s all I need.

  First one hand, and then the other is free. I’m able to catch the cords before they drop to the floor. I stay still, moving only my feet now. I can’t stop those cords from dropping, so when they do, I have to be ready to move.

  I get my feet into position, then wait for him to fully face the window. When he does, I’m up like a flash and down the hall.

  I hear him swear, but I’m already at my front door. It’s locked, costing me precious seconds to get it open. Just when I do, he reaches around me and slams a hand on the door, closing it with a deadly finality.

  I tell myself I almost made it, that maybe he’ll let me go, that another chance will come soon. And when it does, I’ll be ready. But they’re just lies I tell myself. I’m never going to make it out of here when he’s just a few yards away.

  Both of us are panting, not so much from the short sprint, but from the adrenaline coursing through our systems. He presses into me from behind, letting me feel him. One arm stays over my head and on the door; the other slides around my waist. I dig my nails into his forearm, making him grunt.

  “What the fuck did you think you were going to do, Allie? Hunh?” God, he’s so angry, I can feel it vibrating off him. I don’t respond. There’s nothing I can say.

  “Hmmm?” He presses into me harder, and then I’m turned and put facedown over the arm of the couch, ass in the air. “You think you’re going to get away from me again?” He’s incredulous that I would even try. He fists my hair, biting his words into my ear while I’m completely defenseless.

  “Let me explain this to you, Allie. We’re going to stay here, right fucking here, until you either give me what I came for or you pay me back for what you took.”

  I take a breath to talk, but he tightens his fists in my hair.

  “Don’t fucking say a word unless it’s to give me a location.”

  “Don’t do this,” I beg, pleading with him, ignoring his demand to not speak. “Please. Anything else. Ask me for anything else and I’ll do it.” I hate that I’m begging, but there are no alternatives.

  He grunts and then pulls me up, walking me down the hallway and back to the bedroom. We walk until we’re both in front of the long dresser and facing the mirror. Our gazes meet, and I know—I know—what’s about to happen. He puts his arms on either side of me, his hands pressing into the dresser, caging me in. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s holding the furniture, like he’s fighting to contain himself from tearing into me. We stare at each other in the mirror, our eyes saying words that our mouths can’t. Won’t.

  My breathing deepens, but now it’s not just from fear—it’s from want. I close my eyes so I won’t see him.

  “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”

  I do as I’m told.

  I watch him in the mirror. He has me exactly where he’s always wanted me.

  Me, at his mercy, like always.

  His face has moved closer to mine. I don’t think he’s realized how close our faces are. If I move just a hair, I would feel his scruff on my cheek. I feel his body get harder, more tense, and prepare myself for the inevitable. He presses his erection into my bottom, and I have to fight back a moan. My body remembers what he feels like inside of me, and it wants him back.

  His lips are at my ear. “If you won’t give me the money, you are going to pay, Allie, and there’s only one thing you have that will start working off that kind of debt.” He starts placing little kisses around my neck. “And here’s a hint: it doesn’t involve your bank account.”

  Chapter 28

  Allie

  I let out a weepy moan, biting my lip to keep it from being louder. I can’t look at Lucas in the mirror; I can’t risk letting him see how much he affects me. If he knew, if he ever truly guessed what he does to me, he’d use me over and over, never letting me go until I
was so torn apart with want that I’d never be whole.

  I ignore the part of me that thrills at the thought of him keeping me and using me for his pleasure.

  His nose is on my neck; he’s breathing me in. The way his nostrils flare, I swear he can smell me. His lips start skimming down my neck. I try to pull away to fight the weakness his actions cause.

  All of a sudden, he’s taking me and pushing me down on the bed again so we’re lying face-to-face. He’s on top of me like we’re long-lost lovers, weaving our fingers together over my head. It would look like a sweet gesture if it wasn’t meant as a way to keep my hands secured. I tug at them anyway, trying to get away. This man is not my lover, no matter what happened nine months ago. He leans down and grabs my arms, squeezing my biceps, hard. He leans over me until we’re nose to nose, chest to chest. He bites out his words in anger. “Where the goddamn fuck is my money!”

  He studies me as much as I study him, panting as I lie on the bed, until he takes my hand and walks me until we’re standing in front of that mirror yet again. His hands come up, touching my hair, drifting down my arms. I watch him in the mirror as he stares at my body.

  After all of this, I’m still in my dress. It’s so wrinkled now, so sad-looking from when I’d put it on just a few hours ago. Now, seeing it rumpled as I stand against Lucas, I feel like a fool for wearing it.

  His palms skate up my naked arms, coming to rest on my shoulders. “You were intending to fuck him tonight, weren’t you.” I tense at his crudeness, even if it’s not unexpected. “I told you, a woman wears a dress like this, she’s expecting to have her legs spread wide by a man. She’s telling him that she needs him between her legs. His fingers. His tongue. His cock.”

  I push against him to dislodge him, ashamed at how disgusting his words are, and how hot they make me. “You are foul,” I say. “What’s happened to you?”

  He laughs at me, a humiliating, wicked laugh. He takes his hands off my shoulders and puts them on my thighs, sliding his palms up. “You happened to me, Allie. You left and stole from me. You think I’m going to be the careful lover I was before?” His hands leave my legs and run up my arms, coming to rest on my shoulders again. “I don’t think so.” He continues to caress me, his eyes watching me in the mirror. “You are stunning. This dress, with the way it gathers at your neck, it almost looks like you’re wearing a collar.”

  “Stop it,” I hiss.

  “I think you’d look intoxicating with my collar,” he murmurs. “That fucker looked at you with that collar around your neck and he wanted to own you, Allie. That’s how we men are. That’s what we do. We see. We want. We take.” He undoes the fastening at the neck of my dress, and the sheer gossamer layer hangs from the sweetheart neckline at my breasts.

  His gaze never wavering, he touches me everywhere, caressing every part of my skin as it’s revealed. “He thought this little girl in her pretty dress was going to be all his tonight, didn’t he?” He noses a line from my neck to my shoulders, then back again.

  He’s pressed against my back, still hard, still seeking. Needing. “He thought you were going to open your sweet thighs so he could fuck your delicious cunt.”

  As I open my mouth in response to his vulgarity, he leans down and bites me. Hard.

  I cry out in both pain and surprise, but mostly because I feel my body respond to the sting of his teeth, as if it knows that it’s just been marked by its owner. I push against him, trying with all my might to push him off me, ignoring the part of me that’s hungry for his dark words. The part of me that’s begging for him to keep going.

  “Get off me, Lucas.” I grimace, panting as I try to fight him. He overpowers me so easily this time that he’s not even out of breath. I’m entertaining him more than moving him off me. I glare at him in the mirror. “Haven’t you done enough already? You want to add assault to the list?” I hiss the words at him, taunting him just like I did earlier tonight.

  It’s like waving a red flag in front of a raging bull.

  He gathers me against him, holding me tightly in his arms. His mouth kisses me all up and down my neck and shoulders, nipping everywhere, biting some places harder than others. I watch him, spellbound at his hunger for me. He glances up and finds me watching him. He sees how transfixed I am.

  “You fight this just like you did nine months ago, but your body still responds to me like it did then,” he whispers. “Don’t you remember how hot it was? How hot you were?” He watches my reactions to his words. “You loved my filthy mouth, even though you didn’t want to. You loved everything I did to you, but we didn’t get enough time, Allie. Not nearly enough time for all the things I wanted to do to you.”

  A small sob threatens to escape me as I fight against the memories. But I can’t fight this. A tear spills over, rolling down my cheek. Lucas seems transfixed by that tear.

  “Shhhh,” he whispers, “it’s okay, princess.” The words are reminiscent of the last time I’d cried while he was restraining me. Somehow he senses my emotions and tries to calm me. “It’s okay to be a good girl for me.” He moves to the other side of my neck to spread the same kissing and nipping assaults there.

  My head falls forward, my breathing getting shallower, faster. His arms let go and his hands span my waist, squeezing for a moment, then begin to move down my legs again. He whispers into my ear, sometimes interrupting the words with more kisses and nibbles. He tells me to relax, to let him enjoy his victory, that I can enjoy it too. No one will ever know, he whispers, just us. Wicked, evil words that make me hot and swollen and so very hungry.

  I’m looking at him in the mirror again, knowing that I’ve once again been captured by this man. I try one last time.

  “Please,” I quietly whisper. “I don’t want this.”

  He knows better.

  “Are you sure?” he growls. “When I slide my hand over your sexy panties, am I going to find you’ve soaked them?”

  His kisses on my neck and shoulders get harder, wetter, his voice more ravaged with anger that I should deny this thing between us. “Should I punish this pussy for getting ready for him tonight? Hmm? Smack it so it learns that I’m the one it gets wet for?”

  His hand moves under my dress, sliding up until he cups me between my legs. He inhales, as if he can detect the scent of my need. Of just how badly I need him.

  “Spread your legs, Allie,” he commands.

  When I don’t, his mouth is whispering again in my ear. “I want you to be a good girl for me. I need to feel your sweet pussy. I barely got to touch her last time before you took her away from me. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.”

  His hands move in and out between my thighs. “I need to see how wet she is, how much she needs me. I know she’s crying for me. Open up, princess. Let me touch her again.”

  And I do, unable to hold back any longer.

  “Good girl,” he huffs with that wicked little laugh of his. His mouth is hungry for mine as he moves up my neck.

  He slides his hands to my hips and pulls my panties down. His palms feel like brands of fire against my skin. “I’m going to burn these later,” he mutters. I have no ability to respond. I can barely think. He smiles at my lost expression, then gets serious, leaning down to pull my panties so I can step out of them. He stands back up with them and tosses them away.

  I watch the panties land on the floor, then feel his hand move back under my dress and between my legs. “Wider, Allie,” he demands. “You don’t close yourself off to me. Never again.” One arm is banded around me, holding me up. His other hand dips down, down, down. He parts my lips, sliding over my clit on his way to where I need him the most. When he feels just how wet I am, he leans his head back, clenching his teeth as if he’s in agony. His fingers rotate around my opening, gathering the wetness on his fingertips.

  “I can’t believe you want to deny yourself this,” he moans. “Fuck, Allie, you’re so fucking soft and so fucking, fucking wet.”

  His eyes snap back to mine as
he shakes his head at me, wondering how I could deny this desire for him. His voice is a gritty rasp in my ear. “Don’t you ever deny me this again. You were made for me. Your pussy has been fucking weeping for me.”

  He watches me like a hawk as he slides his wet fingers up until he touches me where I’m the most sensitive, the most needy. Then it’s my turn to lean my head back and clench my teeth, falling apart at the pleasure his fingers bring me. I keep my eyes closed so I don’t watch myself dying in his arms.

  “Oh god,” I whisper. “Stop…” I beg, making one last effort to protect myself.

  He will not have it. “Look at me, Allie.” I don’t, so he stops moving his fingers.

  “Don’t!” I plead with him, snapping my gaze up to his, my body reacting on its own, trying to push itself back into his hand, begging his fingers to start moving again.

  “Don’t touch you? Or don’t stop? Which is it, Allie?” He begins tapping me so lightly, it’s barely a touch at all. “Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me, or this is over.”

  He can see my desperation and hate in my eyes, but he doesn’t care. He never has.

  “Don’t stop,” I whisper, barely making a sound as I admit my defeat.

  Chapter 29

  Allie

  His fingers continue their wicked pillaging until we hear the messy sounds from between my legs. He taunts me with how much I want him. Deny this, he dares while a fingertip rims my hole. It dips and presses but never enters. He presses the heel of his palm against my clit.

  “You want my fingers inside you?” he finally asks.

  His arm holding me at my waist reaches up and pulls the bodice of my dress down. My breasts bounce free.

  “Oh fuck, little girl. Fuck. Look at those tits.” He pinches and rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger. When he does it, I feel it tug something deep inside of me, making me moan. He laughs.

  “You just got wetter when I took your dress down and pinched you,” he says as he bites my neck. “You’re so fucking bad—such a filthy girl.”