Taken by her Prince

by Hamel, B. B.

  Tracy: DON’T BE VAGUE JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE.

  Me: lol sorry, love you!!

  I turned off the phone again and threw myself back onto the bed.

  The phone was almost useless. I couldn’t tell anyone about what was happening to me, so it was almost like I didn’t have a phone at all. I looked at it for a second and had a sudden, crazy idea pop into my head.

  I could call my dad. Maybe he had his phone, wherever they were keeping him. I could tell him that I was okay, or maybe ask where he was.

  But of course that was stupid. I pushed the thought from my mind and closed my eyes. I tried not to think about Steven running from that house, the Club guys spilling out behind him with guns.

  Worst of all, I tried not to picture that wild grin on his face as he drove off, like he’d just won the greatest game of all time and couldn’t wait to do it again.

  That look terrified me more than anything else. The guns, the fights, the violence, that was all a part of it.

  But the way he seemed to enjoy the danger scared the hell out of me.

  I pushed my phone further away and curled up in a ball. I shut my eyes and tried to pretend like the outside world didn’t exist, like a killer wasn’t downstairs drinking whisky and watching TV, like I wasn’t in a situation where I couldn’t tell a single soul about where I was or what I was doing, no matter how much I wanted to, because I no longer had any control.

  Sleep wouldn’t come. I never really thought it would. I stayed on the bed for a while, waited for my mind to slow down, but it never happened. I looked at the clock and saw it was just after two in the morning. I could still hear the TV on downstairs, so I slipped from bed and walked into the hallway. I stood at the top of the steps and listened to some old western movie echo off the hardwood floors, before slowly walking down the steps.

  Steven looked up when I reached the landing and turned toward him. He didn’t seem surprised to see me. He lifted his glass to his lips and sipped, his head tilted to one side, his eyes moving down my body. I stepped into the room and felt my heart start to hammer as I stared at the gorgeous, handsome man sitting on the couch. He put the glass down on the coffee table as I stopped a few feet from him.

  He didn’t speak a word. I thought if he did say something, the spell would break and I would run back upstairs. Instead, quiet hung between us, and I felt that crackling electric desire pulse between my legs as I looked into his eyes.

  He made a little gesture. He curled his fingers and smiled.

  I went to him. I felt like I was on a conveyor belt, like there was nothing I could do. I straddled his lap, my knees on either side of him and held onto the couch. His hands cupped my ass and I arched my back, staring down at him through a forest of my hair. He looked back up, his light eyes flashing, and I felt my pulse hammering fast as his hands moved up my back and into my long, thick hair. He gripped it hard, my hair in one of his big, strong fists, as his other hand moved down to cup my ass again.

  He pulled me closer and kissed me, and I let myself go.

  15

  Steven

  I gripped her hair, cupped her ass, and kissed her hard.

  My emotions were chaotic. I thought about how close that had been back in the house, how I’d fucked up with the gun and nearly gotten someone killed. That had been my sloppy mistake, my sloppy error, and I only got away with it because that fat fuck Percy was a shitty shot.

  But as her ass ground down on my crotch and she let out a little moan, I pushed all that away. I concentrated on her taste, on her lips, on her body. I licked her tongue and pulled her hair hard before kissing her neck. I released her hair and ass and pulled her shirt off, throwing it to the side. Her breasts were full and firm as I unhooked her bra and let it slip off.

  I licked one pink, hard nipple and palmed her breasts before kissing her again. She moved her hips, grinding them down against me. I didn’t know where this was coming from and didn’t care. I couldn’t think about anything but her body and my desire for her, all my fear and anger was washed away, at least for the moment.

  Her beautiful breasts shook with her deep breaths as I kissed her neck and licked her chest again. I bit a nipple, twisted it with my teeth, and licked her collar bone. I lifted her up and turned her, pushing her back down onto the couch and pinned her there.

  She stared at me, her red hair spilling all around her. I kissed her neck and bit her lower lip before taking off my shirt and throwing it aside. I moved down her body, kissing her neck and chest, and stopped to unbutton her jeans. I tugged them off and dropped them onto the floor as she shimmied out of her panties.

  She lay there on the couch, beautiful and naked. I spread her legs and sucked my fingers before running them up her slit. She gasped, fingers digging into the couch. She was dripping wet, her pussy slick with need for me. I plunged my fingers deep inside her and slowly pulled them back out, and my body rang with an intense need.

  I pushed her legs wide and kissed her inner thigh. As I moved down to lick her pussy, my tongue rolling along her clit, I knew this was what I’d been waiting for. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think about anything but how I’d fucked up. But as soon as she appeared at the bottom of those stairs, I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I needed.

  Her body, her moans. Her pleasure.

  I sucked and licked her, tasting her delicious clit. The way she moaned and arched her back, her skin so pale in the moonlight that spilled in through the front window, drove me wild with desire. My cock strained against my pants but it was her I wanted to please, her I wanted to repay for all the shitty things she’d been through. I teased her, tasted her, and plunged my fingers inside her tight little pussy. She grabbed my hair and rolled her hips, panting, moaning.

  I let out a little growl of delight. Her nipples were so hard and pink, and her mouth hung open. She made little gasps and moans and pants, the sexiest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. Her hair was spread out on the couch behind her as I kept sucking her, licking her, looking up to stare at the shaking mounds of her breasts.

  I couldn’t take any more. I pulled back and sat down. I unbuckled my belt as she crawled off the couch and got onto her knees. She helped me take off my pants and my boxer briefs. She pulled at them like a greedy little thing, and once my cock was out and quivering hard in her palm, she let out a gasp of delight.

  I grabbed her hair and slid her pretty full lips down my shaft. She moaned as she sucked me, moving up and down, lips gripping hard. I growled again, delight and pleasure spiraling through me. I wanted her to taste my cock, to suck it hard, take it deep into her throat. I wanted her to know how hard she made me, how good she felt, and how good I could make her feel.

  This was what I needed from her. She thought it was just this, just her body, just her dripping wet pussy.

  But no, it was so much more. It was pleasure, it was night after night of sweating, moaning, fucking. If she gave herself to me, I could make her feel this and so much more, if only she could get past her fear.

  My eyes moved to the bandage on her shoulder. I let out a grunt as I gripped her hair and pushed her deep down my shaft, sliding my cock into her throat. She gagged, pulled back, took me in both hands and stroked me fast. Her breasts bounced up and down, her mouth hanging open, and I couldn’t stop looking at that bandage.

  I fucked up. I made mistakes, and when I made mistakes, people got hurt. She was a bystander, and she wasn’t even my error. But when my guys went wild and shot someone that didn’t deserve it, that shit fell on me in the end.

  And I’d own my mistakes.

  I gripped her chin and pulled her toward me. I kissed her lips, tasting my cock on her tongue.

  “Every night since we met,” I said, my voice soft and low, “I’ve dreamed about you sliding your tight, beautiful body up and down my stiff cock.”

  “Yeah?” she asked. “You really mean that?’

  “Every night,” I purred. “God damn, girl. You have no clue. And in
the end, I knew you’d be down on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Now come up here.”

  She bit her lip and climbed up. She straddled me again, but this time there was nothing to stop her from taking my cock between her legs. I pushed up and slipped my shaft deep inside her pussy, filling her up to the brim as she lowered herself down, wiggling her hips, taking me deep inside.

  She let out an incredible, low moan. I growled and kissed her tight as she began to ride me, slow at first, getting used to my thick shaft. But soon she moved faster, her back arched, her hips moving, her slick pussy bouncing up and down.

  I palmed her breasts then slapped her ass. I kissed her lips, bit her, licked her, teased her. She rode me faster, and I could see sweat on her skin. I loved her pale, tight body, and I loved it even more when it glistened in the light.

  She leaned back, hands on my knees, and rode me. I palmed her breasts and moved my hips with hers. I moved my hands down, spanked her ass hard, and growled as I pulled back and dragged her off me. She gasped as I pushed her down onto the couch, getting her on all fours.

  I needed this. I needed to take my aggression out on her, and I knew she needed my cock over and over again. I grabbed her wrists roughly and pinned her down against the couch as I took her from behind, my cock slamming into her tight pussy, making her breasts and body shake with ever rougher pounds.

  “This is why you can’t leave,” I said as I bit her shoulder and fucked her hard. She threw back her hair and grunted in pain and pleasure. I grabbed it, pulled it tight, and slapped her ass hard, releasing her wrists.

  “This is why you’re still here,” I said. “You need me, little Colleen. You need me to fuck you, take you, make you all mine. You’ve been waiting for a man like me to fill your tight little cunt up and now you finally have it, and you can’t let it go.”

  She gasped as I pulled her hair hard and slammed deeper. I kept thinking about that wound in her shoulder, about how close my men came to getting hurt. I felt pleasure bloom through me, but also anger at myself. I hated taking these risks and hated making mistakes, and I knew I couldn’t make any more, not with Colleen.

  I slid myself back out and turned her around, getting her down on her back. She opened her legs for me and I slipped inside. God, she was so wet and warm, and her mouth hung open as I fucked her and ground my cock deep inside. Her breasts bounced and she pressed them together for me, her chin tilted up, moans escaping her lips.

  I took her, moved faster, fucked her deeper, I knew she was close, and I could feel it building inside me. I knew I needed to come deep between her legs, needed to fill her up to the brim and make her feel my seed inside. I kept going, slamming into her, then kissed her lips and ground deeper.

  “Fuck,” she whispered, “fuck fuck fuck. Steven, fuck, you’re right. You’re right. I wanted this.”

  I kept going, growling in her ear. I felt her body tense, her pussy clench down around my shaft. Her fingers dug into my back as her spine arched. She moaned in my ear and I kept going, fucking her faster, faster, pushing her further, tipping her over into that abyss.

  She came and I felt her get soaking. She came hard, a wet orgasm, her pussy clenching down around my shaft. I moaned into her ear, pleasure overwhelming me, her gorgeous body driving me wild. I pumped inside her and filled her up with my cum, moaning in her ear as my orgasm sent me tumbling into pleasure, a pressure I couldn’t resist.

  We slowly came down together. I kissed her lips, her neck, her ears, her breasts. I pulled out and looked at her as she lounged on the couch, breathing hard, skin covered in sweat, nipples rock hard.

  “I have to admit,” I said. “You look perfect right now.” I leaned back on the couch as she grinned at me and sighed, closing her eyes.

  “I needed that,” she said.

  “I know.”

  She gave me a look and smiled. “You don’t have to be a dick all the time.”

  “Maybe not.” I reached forward and picked up my whisky. I took a long sip and sighed.

  “Thanks for giving me back my phone,” she said.

  “You earned it.” I put a hand on her thigh. “I don’t want to keep you prisoner. If you want to go, you can go.”

  “I think we’re way past me leaving,” she said.

  I nodded and sipped my drink again before putting it back down. “I think we are, too.”

  “So now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”

  I smirked at her. “I was thinking I’d dress you up in some very, very slutty clothes every morning. I’d make you parade around the house, cooking, cleaning, straightening up. And each night, I’d strip you down and fuck you in as many filthy, dirty, nasty ways as I can imagine.”

  She stared at me, mouth hanging open, then took a breath. “Okay,” she said. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  I laughed. “You can’t handle it though. You couldn’t handle a man like me.”

  “Oh, I think you’re wrong about that,” she said.

  “Prove it then.” I leaned over her and kissed her lips, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head. I bit her nipple and made her gasp. “Sleep in my bed with me tonight.”

  She tilted her head and looked surprised. “Really?” she asked.

  “Really. Come sleep in my bed tonight.”

  “It’s late,” she said. “And I don’t think you’ll really let me sleep.”

  “No, I probably won’t,” I said.

  She pulled her wrist away and sat up. I looked at her as she stared at the floor. She seemed to think about something before she grabbed her clothes off the floor and stood. She stepped into her panties then pulled her shirt on.

  “Another night then,” she said.

  I tilted my head and smiled. “I thought so.”

  “This doesn’t mean I can’t handle you. I just… I just need sleep. So I can think straight.”

  “Whatever you say, little Colleen.”

  She glared at me then shook her head. “You can’t do this to me, you know.”

  “I can and I already have.”

  She clenched her jaw then let out a breath. “Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.” She turned and walked upstairs.

  I stared at her ass until she disappeared behind the wall.

  “Damn,” I whispered to myself then picked up my whisky again.

  I would’ve liked to have her in my bed. But sooner or later, she won’t be able to deny it. She’s still fighting this, still acting like whatever’s happening between us is just some strange fling.

  I know better. I’m her prince, her dangerous, dark prince, and she’s going to be my princess.

  The sooner she figures that out, the more fun we’ll have.

  16

  Colleen

  I woke up early the next morning with his words still ringing in my ears.

  Come sleep in my bed tonight.

  I yawned and stretched then stared at the ceiling. I tried to figure out why I turned him down after giving him my body and letting him make me feel good.

  Maybe there was a distinction between sex and everything else. I could handle his hands and his lips on my skin, but the idea of snuggling close to him in bed felt far more intimate. Even still, as I stretched my legs and kicked the sheets off, I thought maybe I should have taken him up on his offer. It might have been nice to sleep with someone by my side, and to wake up with another person in the bed.

  And he wanted it, which surprised me.

  I didn’t know what it meant, that he was ready for a higher level of intimacy than I was.

  As I got up and walked into the bathroom, there was a knock at my door. I hesitated and looked down at myself. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of black boy shorts underwear.

  “Come in,” I said.

  Steven opened the door and stepped inside. He wore a white button down tucked into black trousers. His eyes moved from the back over to where I stood framed in the bathroom door. He tilted his head and a smile came across his lips.


  ‘Good morning,” he said. “I’m happy you’re not putting pants on for me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I just got up.”

  He gestured at a pile of clothes on the floor a few feet away with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I think I like you more when you’re wearing less.”

  I gave him a stare and crossed my arms. “What do you want?” I asked.

  “We’re going for a drive,” he said. “Get showered and dressed. We’re leaving in an hour.”

  “And do I get a say in this?” I asked.

  “No, you don’t,” he said. “So get dressed and be down soon. I’ll make you breakfast, if you want.”

  “No, thanks.” I turned from him, pulling my tank top up just a bit more to give him a nice view of my ass. “Be down soon.”

  I smiled to myself as I caught his eyes in the mirror, staring right at my butt, right where I wanted. He smirked and caught me looking at him in the mirror then grinned and left the room. I felt a little thrill run down my spine and I didn’t know what I was doing, teasing a mobster and a killer like that, but I couldn’t help myself.

  It was the way he looked at me, like he wanted to rip off my clothes at any moment. I’d never been the object of someone’s attention like that before, and it felt good. It was pure, intense lust, plus a little something else mixed in. I wanted more of that look, more of those eyes moving down my body, picturing what we could do if only he could strip me naked and taste my lips.

  I pushed those thoughts away and got ready. I showered, dressed, and headed downstairs a half hour later with my phone clutched in my hands. I still hadn’t turned it back on and didn’t know when I would.

  Steven sat at the kitchen table with a laptop open. He sipped coffee and gestured at the kitchen. “Made a fresh batch,” he said.

  I nodded and walked past him. I poured myself a mug and leaned against the counter for a moment before making toast and eggs. He seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing, and I couldn’t help my curiosity. When I finished cooking, I carried my plate to the table and sat across from him as I ate.