by Zoe Blake
Oh, yes, she was already half in love with the man, which was why she had to get out now. Go back to her plan of disappearing. She would clear Paine’s name with The Syndicate and then vanish. It was the only way to protect herself. The way she felt about Paine didn’t even come close to how she’d thought she had felt about Dev. It was like comparing an innocent school girl crush with a full-blown passionate affair. And that scared the crap out of her.
Best to leave now before she fell any further. She was better off alone. Things were less complicated that way. Less intense. More in control.
That’s the way she liked things, in control. Right? That evil voice in her head whispered, you’re lying again.
Shaking off her wandering dark thoughts, Mirage stood up and turned on the shower.
Checking to make sure the door was locked, Mirage stepped up onto the toilet seat and quietly raised the frosted bathroom window. Swinging one leg over the sill, she stretched out her toes till her foot touched the ground. Mirage grimaced as it sunk a bit into the muddy, soft terrain. They had driven through a storm most of the night. She did not relish escaping through the wet and marshy woods, but she had no choice. She would keep under the cover of the trees until she reached a town or farmhouse where she could ‘borrow’ a car.
Swinging her second leg over, she dropped down to the ground.
“Going somewhere?”
Damn him!
Mirage put her hands on her hips. “I’m really hurt that you didn’t trust me enough to assume I was taking a shower.”
“You weren’t and don’t try to brazen your way out of this one. We have a fucking hit out on us, and you’re trying this bullshit disappearing act on me again.”
His whole body practically radiated tension and anger, from his lowered brow to his crossed arms to his planted foot stance. He was genuinely pissed.
Mirage did the only reasonable thing she could do…she ran.
Giving in to her pure panic response, Mirage faded right then ran left. Swinging around Paine, her nimble form took off for the tree line. Running through the haze caused by the cold drizzle, Mirage could hear his heavy footfall just behind her. Her leg muscles burned as she pushed them harder, struggling against the soft terrain as her feet slipped in the mud. Bursting through the tree line into the forest, she didn’t dare look behind her lest she miss a low-hanging branch. Racing through the bramble of black branches and underbrush, she searched through the darkness for a place to hide. Her cheeks stung from the cold and where small branches had whipped and scratched at her skin. Her breath came in short ragged bursts as she strained to keep her small lead over Paine.
She never had a chance.
Mirage heard a deep, guttural roar. The warning cry of a feral beast. Her legs were knocked out from beneath her. Lowering her shoulder, she rolled into the fall. Paine’s weight descended on her the moment her body hit the leaf strewn ground. She lifted her knee between his spread legs. Reading her intent, he shifted his weight to the left. Mirage pushed with all her might. He fell to her side. As she tried to scramble away, he grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of him. The two rolled through the leaves as she clawed and railed against him.
Mirage started to weaken; she could not sustain her struggle against his superior strength. He pushed on top of her, straddling her hips. Capturing both her small wrists in his hand, he forced her arms above her head. Stretching out his weight, she could feel him pull at her pants till they were about her knees.
“Let me go!”
“Never.”
* * *
His mind was in a rage. He actually wanted to hurt her with his cock, to pound into her so hard and fast she screamed in pain, begging him to stop. In some fucked up way, it was the only way he knew how to break past her icy exterior. Her relentless need to push him away.
Grabbing her by the sides of her face, Paine placed a fierce open-mouthed kiss against her lips. Pulling back, he rasped, “If I have to fuck you senseless every time you try to run from me, then so be it, but god dammit, you will learn there is no point in defying me in this.”
Ripping at his jeans, he freed his cock. He didn’t check to see if she was wet. He already knew she would be. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he thrust into her tight pussy to the hilt.
Her mouth dropped open in shock and pain from his powerful assault. Paine pulled his hips back, groaning when her body gripped his cock as he pulled free before thrusting back inside. Her body jolted from the impact. She gave a soft moan. Charging ahead, Paine drove his cock in deeper with each thrust. Her body opened a little further with each forced movement.
“Oh, god. It hurts,” she cried out as her cunt contracted around his girth. He could feel her inner muscles tremble as they stretched to accommodate his pounding shaft.
“Paine, it’s too much,” she begged. She tried pulling on her arms, but he only tightened his grip on her wrists, keeping her prone and helpless beneath him.
“No,” he grit out between clenched teeth.
A fine mist of cold rain began to fall through the trees onto their bodies as he fucked her like an animal in the woods.
“You’re mine, Miranda. Do you understand me? Mine.”
Paine could read the shift in her expressive dark eyes, desire storming to life as he forced her to submit, as she reacted to hearing her real name on his lips.
Savagely smashing into her hips, Paine came with a roar. His whole body tensed above her own as he spilled his seed deep within her. Branding her. The thought made the act even more carnal as he heard the cries of her own release echo across the dark forest.
* * *
Paine carried her all the way back to the hotel, never saying a word. He still seethed with anger and sexual energy.
When they entered the room, she could hear the hiss from the shower which was still running. The sound damning her.
Without pause, Paine kicked in the locked bathroom door and carried her inside. Raising her arms over her head, he pulled off her now wet and muddied t-shirt, stopping to run his thumb over a scratch on her cheek.
His voice was low and dark when he commanded, “Take off your pants.”
Not giving a thought to disobeying him, Mirage kicked off her dirtied sneakers and pulled off her yoga pants. She was now naked before him. She watched in silence as he stripped off his own damp and filthy clothes. Opening the shower door, he ordered her to get in. The cheeks of her ass brushed against his already hard shaft as she squeezed past him to step into the steam filled chamber.
The hot water stung as it hit her chilled skin. Mirage sucked in a pained breath through her teeth.
Paine stepped into the shower stall, filling the space. Despite her trepidation, Mirage marveled at the display of hard muscle on his tall frame. Lowering her eyes, she observed his thick shaft as it jutted forward, ready to claim her body again despite their earlier exertions. A tremor ripped through her body at the thought.
Still, Paine did not speak, just pierced her with those ice blue eyes. He placed his large hand in the center of her chest, his fingers skimming her breasts. Slowly, he ran his hand down her front, applying just enough pressure to force her to take a step back to lean against the slick tiles. Turning his hand, he cupped her pussy.
Mirage gasped from the contact.
Grinding his palm against her flesh, Mirage rose up on her toes to avoid the pleasurable agony. She was still sore from the fucking she’d received in the woods.
Gripping his wrist, she begged, “Please, Paine, I’m still sore.”
“Is my kitty-cat’s pussy sore? Maybe I should kiss it and make it better?”
Mirage was at a loss for words when the powerful man knelt before her. Placing his hand on her inner thighs, he forced her to open her legs wider. She watched as his dark head bent close to her stomach. The first flick of his tongue against her sensitive nub sent a shock through her limbs. Desperately, her arms stretched out, searching for purchase. She latched on to the handle of the soap
dish and the towel bar to keep her knees from buckling as he continued to lick and lave at her cunt. Shifting his right hand, he moved it between her legs and began to caress her with his two middle fingers. Rhythmically moving them back and forth in time with the swirling of his tongue, each time increasing the pressure. With each pass of his fingers over her cunt, he inched further and further back, till the tips were teasing her back entrance.
Mirage moaned as the tip of his middle finger circled her tight rosebud. Watching through half closed eyes, she saw the muscles of his back stretch and tense as the hot water streamed down his body.
Between the pressure of his tongue and the subtle threat of more pain as he pushed his finger into her ass up to the first knuckle, Mirage’s body spasmed. Her thighs clenched against his head.
“Oh, god! Fuck!” she screamed as she came.
Paine rose to tower over her.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
“I-I can’t Paine. I’m still…sore from earlier,” she complained, only half lucid, still in the throes of her orgasm.
Grabbing her shoulders, he forced her to obey his command. Mirage’s breasts were pressed into the tiles as Paine’s hands lowered to her hips, pulling them toward him so that her back arched.
Leaning in close, he whispered into her ear, “It’s a good thing I’m not planning on fucking your pussy then.”
“No!” cried out Mirage as she tried to turn back around.
Paine placed a large hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her in place. Mirage then felt a burst of stinging heat as he gave her ass three brutal swats.
“You don’t have a choice. You know what the punishment is for disobedience, kitten.”
Chapter Ten
After admiring the faint blush on her right ass cheek caused by his hand, Paine picked up one of the small bottles of conditioner the hotel provided.
“Reach back and open your ass cheeks for me,” he ordered.
Mirage whimpered.
Paine placed a threatening hand on her still heated right cheek. “Do you need another reminder to obey me?”
“No,” she gasped as she tentatively reached back and tried to grasp her wet skin.
Paine grabbed her wrists and forced her arms back further. “Place your fingers in the seam and pull them apart.”
Mirage did as she was told, opening her bottom for him.
Unscrewing the cap on the conditioner, Paine drizzled the contents down the seam of her ass and over her small puckered hole. He watched as the iridescent pearl liquid covered her pink skin as Mirage jumped up onto her toes from the contact of the cool liquid on her warm body.
Fisting his cock, heavy with arousal, Paine took a step forward.
“Were you a bad girl?”
Mirage nodded yes.
“Say it,” he growled.
“I was a bad girl,” she groaned as she turned her head to press her forehead against the tiles.
“And what happens to bad little girls who run away?”
“Please don’t,” begged Mirage. “It will hurt too much.”
Paine cupped her right ass cheek and squeezed hard.
Mirage screamed and rose up on her toes again.
“I asked you what happens to bad little girls who run away.”
“They get punished.”
“How do they get punished, Mira. I want to hear you say it.”
“They get a-a…cock in their ass.”
“That’s right, baby. They get the full ten inches.”
Mirage whimpered.
Planting his feet wide, Paine grasped his cock and positioned it between her ass cheeks. Pressing the tip against her entrance. Her body clenched tightly closed. He pushed harder.
“Let me in, baby. Let me into that tight ass of yours.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“You will,” he ground out.
Shifting his hips forward, he ruthlessly pressed the bulbous head of his cock forward, watching as the conditioner slicked opening began to weaken from his assault. After a moment, the head popped in despite her resistance.
Mirage cried out, her hands clawing at the tiles as her thigh muscles tightened.
Paine gritted his teeth against the wave of sick pleasure that washed over him the moment her body submitted to him. He thrust forward, burying half his cock in her heat.
“Ow! Ow! Please take it out! Take it out!” begged Mirage.
Paine was deaf to her pleas. Pulling his hips back slightly, he pounded into her a second time, forcing her to take all ten inches at once.
Mirage screamed.
He continued to thrust, the tight clench of her ass around his cock spurring him on.
“Arch your back,” he commanded with a slap to her ass for emphasis.
Mirage immediately complied. Arching her back, she pushed her hips further onto his cock. They both moaned in unison.
Paine wrapped his arms around her and cupped both her breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh, he pinched each pert nipple with his fingers.
Plunging his shaft deep inside her body, he rasped against her neck. “Tell me. Tell me how it feels.”
“It hurts. It feels full. There’s so much pressure,” she moaned.
“But you like it don’t you? You like being taken against your will. Used. You like the pain of submitting.”
“Fuck! Oh, god,” she moaned as she instinctively pushed her hips back.
“Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me, Paine. Make it hurt.”
Driving into her hard and fast, Paine kept his left hand on her breast while he moved his right to her throat. Gently squeezing, he tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder as he leaned into her. Her body started to rock and tremble in his strong grasp. She was close. He could feel it.
Moving his left hand, he caressed her cunt before forcing two fingers into her sore and swollen passage.
Mirage bucked in his arms. Her hands reached out to hold onto his wrists as he rocked into her ass. Paine lifted his torso, standing upright. With her petite frame still clenched in his grasp, he lifted her bodily off the tiled floor. The weight of her body came down on his cock as she stood her back flush against his front.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed as she came.
Paine thrust once more before releasing inside her.
They both collapsed against the tile wall. Their heavy breathing and the hissing rush of water from the shower the only sounds.
Turning in his arms, Mirage cuddled up against his shoulder. Giving him a shy smile, she said, “I will have to misbehave more often.”
Brushing the wet curls back from her cheek, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Baby, if you misbehave any more than you already do…you may just succeed in killing me,” he teased with a smile.
* * *
“That is not at all how it happened!” protested Mirage.
“That is exactly how it happened,” argued Paine.
They were sitting naked in bed eating Chinese take-out. Paine had also gotten them some wine which they sipped from the clear, plastic cups provided by the hotel.
Grabbing a bite of lemon chicken from the container in her hand with his chopsticks, Paine said, “You just don’t want to admit you were instantly seduced by my charms.”
“Despite what you may think of your charms, I did not just fall into bed with you that night!” said Mirage as she reached over to grab some of his Lo Mein with her own chopsticks.
They were reminiscing about the infamous night they first met in Istanbul.
“You tried to get in my pants, but if I recall, I told you to go scratch. It wasn’t until you got me drunk on whiskey that I gave in,” said Mirage.
“As I recall it, you did that move where you spread your legs and begged me to fuck you.”
“I was showing you a move from one of my heists!”
“A move that required you to stand on your hands and open your legs…wide?” asked P
aine as he quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at her.
Mirage took a dainty sip of her wine as her cheeks blushed pink. “Well,” she said, flustered as she gave him a dramatic roll of her eyes.
“Just what I thought,” smirked Paine. “Why did you leave the next morning? I left you a note saying I would return.”
Mirage shrugged her shoulders as she played with the hem of the sheet. “I’m not very good with relationships and interacting with people. I’m alone a lot. I think the only reason why my relationship with Dev worked as long as it did was because he was actually rarely around and always just told me what I wanted to hear. It’s hard to get spooked into running away by a man who sets such a low bar with no real expectations of you. Besides, I didn’t think I was anything more than a convenient one-night stand to you and wanted to avoid an awkward conversation the next day.”
Paine crooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Well, you were wrong about that, and I plan to always be around from now on, so you better get used to it. And every time you run away…I will give chase, kitten. Every time.”
Mirage blushed a richer hue of pink at his possessive words.
“And it was your loss. I brought back Yumurtali pides that morning,” provoked Paine.
“I love pides!” exclaimed Mirage. Pides were a Turkish savory pastry with smoked meat, tomato, cheese and sometimes a baked egg.
“I figured you might. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find pides while a fucking coup was still going on?”
“Sorry,” offered Mirage sheepishly as she bit into an egg roll.
