Bound (Dark Horse #1)

by J. S. Scott

  “If I strip you naked, there’s no way I’m not going to fuck you,” he warned, his mouth still wreaking havoc on my senses.

  I was panting, trying to sort out my thoughts. Finally, I told him, “I don’t care.”

  He reached for the buttons on my shirt.

  CHAPTER 7

  Kane

  I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to fuck Anna when she seemed willing enough, even if it was likely a ploy to get me to let down my guard and untie her. I was happy enough to play up the illusion that I trusted her and had given her some freedom. Let her think she might be able to get the upper hand.

  Not that it mattered when I knew the truth—I was still in control. And one thing I was good at was making people think that they wanted to do something, even if it was my idea all along. It’s how I’d closed so many business deals—that and the fact that Gavin and I were at the top of our field, which was also why we had so many enemies.

  I took my time undoing the buttons of her blouse, loving how her breath caught as I exposed more and more of her freckled skin, taking pleasure in the gorgeous swell of her breasts, and the hot pink lace of her silky bra. Now unbuttoned, her shirt fell open as I let my hands lightly skim over the curves of her waist, her back arching as I teased her, almost as if begging me to suck on her pert nipples.

  Needing her naked, I unbound her wrists and gently rubbed them, knowing it couldn’t have been comfortable for her, and hating that it had come to that, especially now that I knew about her issues. It made me feel like an ass, even though I hadn’t had much of a choice at the time, given my circumstances. “There you go, sweetness. Just don’t make me regret it.”

  “I won’t.” Her words were spoken on a whispered breath filled with a need I’d never tire of hearing.

  “That’s my good girl.” I couldn’t help but trail my fingers down the slope of her neck, catching the fabric of her shirt so that it fell from her shoulder, her pearly skin luminous and smattered with freckles, perfectly complimented by her long red hair.

  She shrugged out of her shirt as I leaned in and caught her mouth in a heated kiss, my tongue clashing with hers, so I could think of nothing but sinking my thick cock into her tight body. Her hands skimmed under my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head, breaking our kiss, but for only that moment, as if she was just as hungry for this as I was.

  I swallowed her needy moans, one kiss slipping into the next, as we stripped what clothing remained from each other’s bodies, making it clear that she wanted this just as much as I did. Needing more, my lips trailed down the slope of her neck to her breasts, teasing and sucking each nipple into my mouth so that every tug pulled another whimper of need from her lips, and I knew, without a doubt, that I’d soon have her crying out my name as she came, quivering in my arms, even if she wanted to hate me.

  It was impossible to think of little else but fucking her, the heat of her soft body pressed against mine, trapping my hard cock between us, pulsing and aching with need. I’m not sure how I managed it, but I somehow found the strength to pull away from her just long enough to adjust the temperature of the shower, stepping in under the hot spray of the water as I pulled her in with me.

  Fucking hell…seeing Anna naked in person was infinitely better than anything my imagination could have conjured up. Especially the way her slick skin and lush curves slipped against my body as we came together once more in a kiss that left me unable to think of anything but fucking her.

  With rough hands on her hips, I spun her around and pinned her to the shower wall, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as she let out a needy moan, her back arching so my cock slipped against her plump ass. Grabbing my erection, I brushed it against her slick slit, ready to sink into her, when she pulled away and looked at me over her shoulder. “Condom. If we’re going to do this, I need you to use one.”

  “Yeah…of course.” What the hell was wrong with me? I always used protection. Always. So why the hell had it not even crossed my mind with Anna? Then again, I didn’t normally find myself in the situation where I’d actually kidnapped a girl. No wonder it was messing with my head.

  Reaching out, I grabbed my jeans from the discarded pile of clothes, and thanked the gods that I’d left a condom in there. As she looked at me teasingly over her shoulder, I kissed her once more, making quick work of the condom as I tore the package open and slipped it onto my hard length.

  Gripping her hips, I pulled her to me and ran my cock along her delicate folds, teasing her clit before finally sinking into her, her body tight around my cock as I seated myself fully inside her, giving her a moment to adjust. Fuck, she felt so good, and a moment was all I could give her.

  With my chest pressed to her back, I thrust into her, tangling my fingers in her wet hair and gently pulling her to me so I could kiss her once more, my mouth on hers in a bruising kiss as my other hand held her tightly to me, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. There was no possible way I’d be able to take this slow and sweet, not when I so desperately wanted her…needed her…needed the distraction from my fucked up life.

  Each thrust was pounded into her with a fierce passion, so I could do nothing but focus my attention on her and this moment, allowing me a reprieve from my problems, even if she’d now become one of them. And if there was ever a distraction that could work, it was fucking Anna.

  And that’s exactly what this was—fucking. It was fierce and raw, primal and predatory, my body claiming hers as I took her, one hard thrust after the other, her body pinned against the cold tile wall, leaving her completely at my mercy. I’d like to say that it didn’t turn me on to know that I was the one who was in control, but I’d be lying, and I’d vowed a long time ago to be honest with myself, even if I couldn’t always be honest with others.

  And the truth was, it turned me on to no end to know that Anna was mine. For now, at least.

  As our pace quickened and our kisses grew more frantic, I knew she was riding that fine edge just as I was, so close to coming, even if I wanted to draw this out and make it last. But after the tension of these last few days, I just needed that release—and I needed to have her coming in my arms, desperate to have her know that I could give her pleasure, and that I wasn’t the monster she thought me to be.

  I raked my teeth down the length of her neck, knowing the flicker of pain would help spur her on, and sure enough, it did just that, as she threw her head back with a needy cry. With our pace now frantic, and each thrust harder than the one before, I dipped my hand down past the curve of her belly to her clit, stroking and teasing her with deft fingers until she could take no more. She cried out as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her body quivering in my arms as I continued to take her with a few more thrusts, until my own release crashed through me, and I finally stilled but for my cock pulsing deep inside her as I came.

  Time seemed to stop as we stayed there, sucking in one breath after another, pinned against the wall with the water pouring down over us and our bodies linked, until our hearts finally slowed. We slipped free of one another, and I quickly discarded the condom, but found myself needing to pull her back into my arms. “You okay?”

  She nodded. But with the passion between us now extinguished, it was clear she was withdrawing, her thoughts and worries no doubt getting the better of her—and I had no doubt she was wondering if she’d just made a huge mistake.

  “Come on then, sweetness…let’s get cleaned up.” I grabbed the shampoo from the shelf, and squirted a generous amount into my palm, turning her around so I could lather her hair for her. “Then we can figure out what to do next.”

  “You don’t have to do that…I can manage it myself.” She looked uncertain, as if there was some hidden agenda behind my trying to wash her. And maybe there was, since I couldn’t keep myself from running my sudsy hands down over her body, pausing to cup and lather her breasts before I slipped my hands down between her legs, lov
ing how she gasped and put a hand out to brace herself against the wall.

  “Maybe I like taking care of you…” I found that there was more truth to that statement than I wanted to admit. And yet I couldn’t help but feel responsible for her after dragging her into my mess. “Maybe I like making you come… It’s the least I can do, given the circumstances.”

  She spun on me, and it was clear the wetness on her cheeks wasn’t water from the shower. “So…you think that by fucking me throughout my captivity, you’ll make my kidnapping more tolerable? You’re a delusional asshole.”

  I shrugged, feeling pissed off and annoyed at the sudden change in her mood. “Maybe I am. But don’t try and deny that you were a more than willing participant just a few moments ago.”

  “Yeah…because I have a whole lot of options available to me at the moment.” She swiped at the shampoo dripping down her face, then quickly rinsed it off as I gave up and got myself clean.

  “You can lie to yourself all you want after the fact, Cupcake. But we both know you wanted me to fuck you—and I did just that.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Anna

  I’m doing this to gain his trust. I’m playing along, pretending.

  I rinsed my hair again, trying not to look at Kane. The last thing I wanted was to see his knowing, intense, hazel-eyed stare, the one that said he knew the truth.

  So what if I’d lied to him—lied to myself? I had to. Because if I didn’t, then I’d have to admit that I’d just willingly fucked a murder suspect and a kidnapper. How was I supposed to rationalize that? Not to mention the fact that he’d given me the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. Not only had I done it; I’d enjoyed it.

  Kane’s fierce possession had turned me on. He’d touched a part of me that I’d never known existed, a raw need for his dominance that left me confused.

  Was this what Stockholm Syndrome was like? Was I starting to fall for my own kidnapper?

  No! No! No!

  This was all a game of cat and mouse, and I was determined to be the kitty who ate the rodent.

  Finally, I answered him, but I still refused to look at his face. “Maybe I wanted you to fuck me, but in the end, I just didn’t like it that much. Maybe it wasn’t what I expected or wanted.”

  Liar, liar. I’m such a liar.

  “Bullshit!” The curse left his mouth as he turned me around and forcefully tilted my chin up to look at him. “Do you think I don’t know what a woman feels like, sounds like when she’s getting fucked hard and loving it. You wanted it exactly the way you got it, and you got off on it. Admit it,” he insisted.

  “I don’t think so,” I told him nonchalantly.

  I gasped as he pinned me against the shower stall, my wrists caught and held over my head. “Then maybe we should do it again. Until you like it.” His expression was covetous as his eyes trailed over my face.

  I knew I had screwed up, but something about Kane just brought out the argumentative side of me. Maybe because I didn’t want to admit how much he got to me. “No need,” I answered hastily. “You’re right. It was good.”

  He scoffed, his words trailing over my skin as he leaned into me, his stubble rough against my cheek. “Cupcake…it was better than good, and you came like a woman who hadn’t had a good orgasm in a very long time.”

  An orgasm like Kane had given me? Try…um…never. My body had never responded that way before, and it still had me shaken up.

  My whole being was still vibrating in post-orgasmic shock. I turned my gaze away from his, still fighting with myself over what had just happened.

  Releasing my wrists, he tipped my face back up. “What happened to your skin?” He ran a gentle finger down my cheek, sounding genuinely concerned—which only left me feeling all the more rattled.

  “Why?” I asked, confused.

  “Your cheeks look a little scraped up.”

  “Your stubble,” I explained with relief. It was another good reason not to get too close to him. “I have sensitive skin, and your beard is a little rough. But no big deal…it’ll go away.”

  “I needed to disguise myself. My face is pretty recognizable,” he grumbled.

  I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

  I just won’t fuck you again.

  It really was critical that I stop being difficult and start pretending to trust him. That was the whole point of letting him screw me, right? I needed to gain his trust. Whether or not I actually liked his hands all over me, or the way he’d taken me like he owned my body had no significance to reaching my final goal: getting free.

  “Water’s getting cold,” Kane said in a guttural voice as he turned the handle to stop the shower.

  I wriggled past him and sprinted out of the enclosed space, reaching in the cupboard for two towels. Without looking at him, I tossed one behind me.

  I’d just started to dry my body when he asked, “Tell me the truth, Anna… Tell me you enjoyed yourself.”

  “Truthfully, I did.” I wasn’t going to lie or snap at him, especially not when it was clear that he was worried about me and how I was reacting to him having just fucked me. That wasn’t going to gain his trust, and there was no point in me lying to myself or him. Like it or not, my body reacted to Kane like it never had with any other man.

  I found that both terrifying and intriguing.

  My answer must have satisfied him because we dressed in silence. When we’d finished, Kane took my wrists in his hands. “I fucking hate this. Your wrists are bruised and scraped.”

  My heart skittered as he examined my injuries, turning my hands palms down, then flipping them to look at the other side. “I’ll live,” I told him lightly. “But maybe we could lose the bindings now?”

  I held my breath, hoping he’d realize that I wasn’t going to make a break for freedom. If I thought I could get anywhere, I would. But right now, I knew it would be a stupid thing to do. It was important that I gain his trust, wait for my chance. I wasn’t getting out of this area without help. It was just too desolate and cold to try to travel through the mountains.

  “I suppose,” he grunted. “But let me make myself clear. If you make even one wrong move, you’ll find yourself tied to the bed again.” He smirked evilly. “Though chances are, I could probably find a way to change your mind about hating it.”

  I shuddered. “I don’t think I’ll ever like being confined.”

  Kane took our towels and threw them in the hamper. “I could think of a way to make it fun and distract you from your fears.”

  His words formed dirty fantasies in my mind, thoughts of being lashed to the bed with Kane’s head between my thighs. My core contracted at the image in my mind, one I knew I wasn’t going to forget. Dammit!

  I made a beeline for the bathroom door, but Kane caught my arm, his hold firm but gentle.

  “Anna?” he questioned gruffly.

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t make me wish I’d kept you tied up.” His tone was filled with a dangerous warning.

  “I won’t,” I hedged. At some point, I might very well betray his trust, and for some reason, that knowledge caused a little twinge in my chest.

  He released my arm and followed me into the bedroom. “I still don’t trust you, Cupcake. I know what you’re trying to do…how you want to gain my trust. But I’ve never been very trusting.”

  My body tensed. “Then why let me be free?”

  “Because I plan on being right beside your beautiful ass the entire time you’re out of the ropes.”

  “Where in the hell am I going to run, Kane?” I asked him irritably. “This area is remote, and I’d likely freeze to death before morning if I left.”

  “It didn’t stop you before,” Kane rasped.

  “Can you blame me? I was panicked.” I turned and put my hands on my hips, challenging him as I looked into his eyes.
“You have no idea how scary this whole experience has been for me.” And I still didn’t know if he was going to kill me.

  Kane said he’d been framed, that he hadn’t murdered that poor woman, but that’s what most homicidal maniacs claimed.

  “It’s not like I planned on kidnapping you. I never meant to get anyone else involved,” he replied angrily. “This hasn’t been an easy situation for me either, you know. One day, I’m flying high, and the next, I’m being hunted down like a fucking rabbit—for something I didn’t even do.” He released a masculine sigh of irritation. “I get it. Even if I didn’t commit murder, these are my enemies, and you just got caught up in everything by accident. But there’s nothing I can do about that now, Anna.”

  “You could take me back home,” I pleaded.

  “Not happening. I told you that I don’t trust you. You’d call the fucking police the minute I left.”

  “If you were in my place, what would you do?” I asked, frustrated.

  He smiled, a grin with no humor behind it. “I’d do exactly what you’re doing, Cupcake. I’d try to gain my kidnapper’s trust, then as soon as I did, I’d take whatever opportunity I had to escape.”

  Shit! He knew exactly what I was doing. “Then why do you expect me to do anything different?”

  He shrugged. “Because I’m an asshole.”

  I forced myself to smile at him. “Maybe I’m just starting to like you.”

  “Doubtful. I’m a difficult man to like, whether I’m suspected of murder or not.”

  I hesitated for a moment before leaving the bedroom. “You really didn’t do it?”

  Our eyes locked in silent communication, and I felt the breath leave my lungs. His stare was ferocious. “No, Anna. I really didn’t. I don’t expect you to believe that. Hell…I wouldn’t believe it if I were in your shoes. But I’m telling you the truth.”