Claiming His Prize

by Sam Crescent

  She glared at him. “You already ate one piece. I want the food for myself. I’ve had a very trying experience tonight.” She looked at the early morning light coming in the window. “Yesterday. I don’t even know.”

  He chuckled.

  Grabbing his own plate, he sat down at the table. He watched as Lori took another bite and moaned.

  “I can’t believe how hungry I am right now.”

  “You missed dinner last night.”

  Her gaze was still glaring. “Yeah, I know. You see, this guy nearly shot me.”

  “He didn’t shoot you.”

  “Yeah, but what if he had?” she asked.

  Chains gritted his teeth. “No.”

  “What do you mean, no?”

  “I … can’t think about it.”

  “You can’t think about the thought of someone shooting me?”

  “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

  “You weren’t there, Chains.” She picked up her bacon with her fingers. “Yum, you know the only way to make this better would be if it was completely smothered in maple syrup.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll remember that for next time.”

  “So … how would you have stopped him?” she asked.

  Chains stared at her. He couldn’t bring himself to even think about that. “I’d have killed the bastard if he hurt you. The fact that he pointed a gun at you. No. I can’t do this.”

  She licked her lips, and stared at him. “He didn’t shoot me.”

  “And when I see him, I’m going to make sure he pays for threatening you.”

  Neither of them spoke, and he stared at her. He couldn’t do this.

  He watched as she picked up her fork. She began to eat her eggs, and he watched her. “I’m not dead.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  She ate another spoonful of eggs. “These are so tasty.”

  He didn’t say anything and waited.

  “The man … El something.”

  “El Diablo.”

  “Yes, when you see him again, I want be prepared,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “I don’t want to be a victim or risk being hurt like that again. I want to be able to take care of myself, and I know the only way to do that is with you.” She nibbled her lip and looked so cute.

  “You want me to teach you about self-defense?”

  “Yes. Maybe then I could stop you from drugging me again.”

  “I did it for your own good.”

  She snorted. “Right.”

  “Believe me or not, but if you ever meet Boss, and I bet you probably will, you’ll see what I mean.”

  She finished her breakfast, and he handed her a cup of coffee. Once that was done, she offered to do the dishes and he watched her. It was somewhat surreal to feel like domestic bliss. She stood at the sink, and he watched her lift one leg up and scratch the back of her calf. Her rounded ass seemed to call to him, and he couldn’t take his gaze away from her, not that he wanted to.

  Lori was far too intriguing to watch. She had a fire inside her that he liked.

  She finished the dishes, stacking them up with the rest of them in the kitchen. She wiped her hands on a towel resting against the sink.

  “This is lovely.” She looked around her.

  “Take your clothes off,” he said.

  She paused and looked at him. “What?”

  “You heard me, baby. I want you to strip for me.”

  “And if I don’t want to?”

  “Do you not want to get naked for me? It’s just you and me here. No one else.”

  He saw her nipples tighten, and her breathing deepened. Color was high in her cheeks, and she looked ready to fuck.

  Her fingers drummed against the counter, and he rested his head in his hand, watching her. His cock was already hard.

  She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head revealing a white lace bra. Next, she wriggled out of her sweatpants.

  White lacy underwear was all she stood in.

  “Beautiful but that’s not naked.”

  “No. It’s not,” she said, agreeing. She took a deep breath and began to remove the rest of her clothes.

  Seconds later she stood in his kitchen, completely naked, and she looked nervous. To him though, she looked utterly breathtaking.

  He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten, but there was no chance in hell that he was ever going to give her back. She belonged to him now.

  All of his life he’d had things taken from him, and he wasn’t going to allow that to happen again. Standing up, he didn’t move closer. Pulling his shirt from his body, he threw it to the ground. Pushing his pants down, he heard her gasp as his cock sprang forward.

  “Wow,” she said.

  “You like what you see?”

  “What’s not to like? You’re all … hard and wow.”

  “And it’s all for you.” He liked having her gaze on him. Wrapping his fingers around his length he worked it from the tip down to the base then up again. The head was already leaking pre-cum.

  He watched her as she stared at him. “This is how hard you make me.”

  “That’s me?”

  “Yes. This is all you. There’s no one else in the world that I want. No woman could ever match you.”

  He sat down on the chair, and released his cock. “Come here.”

  “If I come there you’re going to touch me.”

  “Yes. You’re going to like me touching you. I promise.” He waited.

  He would never force her. Chains had excellent control.

  All she had to do was tell him to stop and he would. He saw the need in her eyes, though. She wanted this, and he wanted to give it to her.

  Lori took a step forward then another. Within a few more steps she stood right in front of him. Her hands were clenched at her sides.

  “Do you want me to touch you?” he asked.

  “Yes, I want you to touch me.”

  “Are you afraid?” He tilted his head to the side. “And don’t lie.”

  “I’m afraid of what I want, but I’m not afraid of you. I’m … when I’m with you I feel safe, and I don’t want to lose that.”

  He reached out taking her hand. “I’ll always take care of you, and I’ll always give you what you need.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lori knew what she needed, and her own filthy thoughts shocked her. She was naked, vulnerable, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel ashamed of herself. It was the way he looked at her.

  With hunger.

  He must have reflected her own desires. Chains had the body of a god, and she couldn’t stop staring at all those hard, ripped muscles. He looked like a centurion from one of the movies she’d seen on Netflix, but this one was all hers. His cock was big and thick, and she couldn’t imagine it even fitting inside her. Yet her lust outweighed her fears. If any man was to strip her of her virginity, she wanted it to be Chains. He’d put her first, showing her what she’d been blind to. Made her feel valuable. Safe. Desired.

  “Has another man touched you, Lori?”

  She shook her head. It wasn’t a lie. Between working at the diner and babysitting, she had no time to socialize—not that any man showed interest in her. Catcalls and crude propositions at the bus stop at night didn’t count.

  “I like that,” he said. “I’ve been holding back. It was important to me that you knew this wasn’t about sex.”

  Lori bit her lip. “And now?”

  “I’m not going anywhere, baby. So there’s no sense in torturing myself anymore, is there?”

  She needed him, had for a while now. His holding back had given her a complex and made her desperate for his touch. “No. I don’t want you to hold back.”

  He was a lot taller than she was, all sinewy muscle. She dared to reached up and trace her fingers along his defined pecs, and then down his ripped abs. He had a lot of old scars, but one thing she noticed was the complete lack of tattoos.


  Chains didn’t move, allowing her to explore his body. When she reached low enough, he grabbed her wrist. She looked up to gauge his reaction. He licked lips. “Keep going, baby girl.”

  She swallowed her fears and wrapped her fingers around his cock, testing the thickness. It was rock hard with a silky skin, and she was intrigued by his masculinity. “Does this feel good?” she asked, slowly stroking her fist over his erection.

  “You have no idea.”

  Lori smiled, excited that she was able to affect him with a simple touch. It gave her a sense of power, and she savored the fact he wanted her just as much. “You have no tattoos. I thought bad boys always had some.”

  “My body’s my own. Nobody gets to brand me.” There was such emotion in those few words, and she wondered what he’d been through when he was younger. He’d told her horrible bits and pieces, and she was sure the full picture would shock her to the core. All they could do now was start over, make today the first day of forever.

  “I love your body,” she said. Lori reached up and held his shoulders. “You’re so strong. So hard.”

  He grit his teeth, then grabbed her waist, hoisting her up on the wooden kitchen table. “Lean back on your elbows,” he said.

  She did as instructed, carefully resting back on the table, her entire body never so exposed. He squeezed her thighs, staring down at her with the eyes of a predator, a man hanging desperately on the edge. Chains leaned over and kissed her stomach, making her giggle. He kept kissing up her center, higher and higher until he reached her breasts. She clenched her pussy, swearing the wetness would leak down to her ass.

  Lori gasped when he covered her areola with his mouth. He supported her tit with one hand, his tongue painting patterns around her nipple. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as he suckled her, the pressure in her womb building and building.

  “I want you to remember today,” he said. “I want you to remember when I made you mine.”

  She loved the sound of ownership in his voice. Lori wanted to belong to Chains. He was the first person to make her want to live.

  He shifted lower, slinging both her legs over his strong shoulders. “What are you doing?”

  Chains gave her a wink, then disappeared between her legs. When his tongue swiped up her folds, she squealed. He growled as he spread her pussy lips apart. He thoroughly explored every inch of her, his tongue flicking her clit before penetrating her deep in her cunt.

  “Chains … oh God.” She spiraled out of control, the overload of sensation making her feel more animal than woman. She thrashed beneath him, but his strength was unsurpassed. His rough stubble scraped her inner thighs. He held her steady, eating her pussy until she was panting and begging him for release.

  Just when she thought she’d have the orgasm of the century, he pulled away, standing tall. He stared down at her, still positioned between her legs.

  “I’m going to enjoy taking your virginity, baby. Open for me.” She didn’t hesitate, bracing her heels on the edge of the table, wanting his mouth on her clit again.

  He licked his finger, then slid it inside her pussy. She clenched around his digit, wanting his big cock instead.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  “Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl.” He tutted, dragging that finger down to her ass before impaling her nether hole. “This will be mine, too.”

  He kept his finger in her asshole, wiggling it in such a way that she swore she saw stars. The explosion of sensation made her clit throb in distracting waves.

  “Stop teasing me.” She barely managed to get the words out, so lost in her own wanton desires.

  “Let me play, sweetheart. Trust me, it’ll be better this way.” He removed his finger, then scooped her naked body up into the cradle of his arms.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m not fucking you on the table. Not for the first time, anyway.” He carried her to his room. The curtains were drawn, so it was a bit difficult to see. Her sense of smell was magnified, and the room reminded her of Chains—deep, intoxicating, musky cologne, leather, and control.

  Lori had always scraped by in life, her nerves always on edge. She wasn’t good at survival, but she’d done it every day. After being beat up by Carlton Riggs, struggling to make ends meet at her shitty job, and terrified of the future, she saw Chains’s arrival as a godsend. His confidence in every situation put her worries at ease. He made her feel protected, cared for, and wanted. He was her addiction.

  He set her on the edge of the bed, and she wiggled up to the center. Chains stood at the end of the bed, one arm across his chest as he grabbed his shoulder.

  “Sure you want to give yourself to me, Lori? Where I’m from, I’m considered garbage, the lowest of society. You deserve more, but I’m a selfish bastard.”

  She narrowed her eyes. If anyone had lowly roots, it was her. Her parents were on government assistance, living in one of the worst ghetto areas of the city. She didn’t care about the past, just now. “You talk too much.” Lori reached down between her legs and touched her sensitive clit.

  He shook his head. “Hell no, that’s my job, baby.”

  Chains crawled up onto the bed, with the stealth and intensity of a predator. Every muscle flexed as he closed in on her. Her heart raced, her body reacting to his proximity. He used his thigh to spread her legs open, then hooked his arms under her shoulders, holding her close. His hard cock pressed against her pussy, making her wetter. A mix of excitement and apprehension of what was to come had her entire body hotwired to his touch.

  She expected something fast and forgettable for her first time. Chains took his time, once again proving he was more than just any man. He kissed her, deeply, passionately. His kisses felt like promises, and she savored every one of them. The entire world and its problems went away, leaving just the two of them in this little piece of paradise.

  Lori ran her hands over his shaved head, then held his shoulders as they kissed.

  “This is perfect,” he said. “You and me … it feels right.” Lori couldn’t agree more. She leaned up and kissed him again, loving how easily she could pull him back under the spell. His cock twitched, and those kisses soon moved down her neck. “I love these tits,” he said before squeezing her cleavage together. He played a game with his tongue over her nipples that had her toes curling.

  “I want you inside me,” she said. “Please.”

  “You don’t have to beg. That’s exactly what I’m planning.” He reached between them, taking hold of his big cock. As soon as he rubbed the thick head long her moist slit, she sighed in relief. She needed him more than breath. “I’m going to go easy at first. You let me know if I hurt you.”

  She nodded, her nails digging into his biceps as her anticipation grew stronger. He pressed the tip inside her, joining them, even if only an inch. She used her muscles to squeeze around him, getting used to the foreign invasion. Chains cursed.

  “More.”

  He took a deep breath, ever so slowly pushing more inches inside her. She’d been so wet and ready that he had no trouble sliding home. Once he was fully seated, he ran his lips along her jawline and didn’t move his body. She felt so full, so completely stuffed with his cock. Her virginity was gone—given to her captor, her lover.

  “You’re mine now,” he whispered. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he shelled her ear with his tongue. “No other man will know this body but me.”

  Forever sounded perfect to her. She craved security, commitment, and the happily ever after she’d never expected for herself. Her goal had been to give her siblings a better chance than she’d had. She’d given up hope for herself so many years ago. Now everything was new again.

  “Don’t leave me,” she said. The words were pure vulnerability, her deepest fear vocalized.

  “Never, sweet girl. We were meant for each other. I knew that from the first moment I saw you.” He pulled his cock most of the way out, then filled her up again. “I never thought I’
d fall in love. The whole idea was a joke to me … until you.”

  “I love you,” she said. Yes, it had been less than two weeks, but she didn’t care. It was the truth, a soul-deep confession that had to be said.

  ****

  Chains had been waiting for this day. He was balls deep inside the only woman who’d managed to get under his skin. Her pussy was hot and tight, squeezing him like a fist. And she’d only been his. She had no idea how valuable he considered the gift of her virginity. Having been born with nothing, he knew Lori was his prize.

  After taking her from the diner, he’d worried she’d hate him for kidnapping her, even if he believed it was for her own good. A one-sided relationship would never work. To hear her express her love for him was more valuable than all the money in the world, and he’d never make her regret falling for him.

  He was done waiting. Chains began to fuck her, working her slow and steady, building up a good rhythm. Her little mewling sounds proved she wasn’t in any discomfort. It didn’t take long for her to arch up to meet him thrust for thrust. Her pussy was drenched, and he could already feel her spasming around his cock.

  Chains kissed her lips. “Your body was made for fucking,” he said. All her soft, lush curves were heaven. Her juicy tits jiggled beneath him, and those thick thighs spurred him on. He’d never get enough of his woman.

  The more he fell for her, the more terrified he became. He had something to exploit, something an enemy could use against him. Not smart for a hitman. But he was beyond turning back now. And he wasn’t the first man at Killer of Kings to get serious with a woman. Lori had just become number one in his life.

  “Do you like my dick inside you, baby?” She nodded, her lips parted as she fought for breath. Her eyes were glazed over, but he demanded an answer. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your big dick. I want it deep inside me,” she said.

  Damn, he loved hearing her talk dirty. He had so many filthy plans for her this week.

  His muscles felt invigorated, and he swore his entire body could go all night long. Lori did that to him, brought out his beast.

  Chains reached between them, circling her clit with his thumb as he continued to pump into her cunt. As he supported himself up with one arm, the angle gave him the perfect view of Lori as her orgasm crested. The little sounds she made only made him harder.