Shattered (Furies Book 2)

by Harley McRide

  “Fuck yeah, take all of me, baby. I can’t wait to get into your tight pussy, are you wet already, thinking about what I’ll feel like filling you up?” he said.

  Kasey moaned around his shaft and doubled her efforts. Shit, she loved his voice, it seemed to caress her as he spoke.

  “Come, sweetheart, take my cock all the way in your mouth. There you go. No, get to it and make me come,” he ordered.

  She wasn’t in control anymore and she couldn’t care less. She moved her mouth up and down his thick cock and sucked in hard. She could feel Ridge getting into it and was helping her by pushing up and down, fucking her mouth. She really didn’t have to do anything except for concentrate on giving him pleasure. Finally, she felt his balls draw back up into his body and he spurted seed down her throat. She licked and sucked until it was all gone.

  “My God, woman, you are a beast,” he said when she raised her head back up to his. This time they kissed and he tasted himself on her lips and smiled. He could get used to this.

  “Now, I believe you said something about fucking me?” she whispered against his lips.

  He chuckled and turned her over on her back, being very careful of her arm.

  “I believe I did.” He smiled.

  He started kissing her breast and sucking her nipples. Before long, she was back in the throes of passion. He pushed two fingers inside of her, getting her ready for his cock. He sat back when he thought she was ready and pulled on a condom. She was surprised that he had thought of it, considering at this point she could barely remember her name.

  He poised himself over her and then grinned and pushed himself into her. It was a swift and hard push and she gasped at the full feeling she had. He was huge and she loved it. He moved in and out of her with a furious pace, building her closer and closer to a climax.

  He hit her clit with each stroke for a few times, and then changed the angle so it would bring her back from an orgasm too soon. Over and over, he slammed into her body. When he was finally ready to come, he pressed her clit with his hand and took her over the cliff. She climaxed around his cock and he growled, “Oh my God, your pussy is milking me! It feels so good!”

  He slumped against her and breathed heavily. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. This was what she had hoped it would be. Ridge was worth the wait.

  After a few minutes, he rolled onto his side and pulled her with him so she was resting on his side. He kissed her gently and covered their naked bodies with the blanket from the sofa. “Sleep,” he said softly.

  Kasey smiled and curled into him, snuggling up until her face rested in his neck, breathing in his scent. “Okay.”

  It took her a few moments to relax and get comfortable. She never actually slept with a man before, she mused. In the past, she would either go home or ask the man to leave. One of her rules was no sleepovers. She thought it gave her the distance she needed.

  Chapter Four

  Kasey woke with a jerk and then looked around to see what had woken her. Shit, she was still in the interrogation, the whore had kept her in this fucking room all night, however she wasn’t sitting comfortably. No, the bitch had ordered her arms to be chained to the ceiling from the cuffs hanging down, and then her legs were chained to the floor so she couldn’t move much. Whatever, like that was gonna work, hell she had learned a long time ago how to nap in short periods of time, no matter how uncomfortable. A little trick she had learned from a few guys who were SEALs. It came in handy apparently, who would have thought?

  The bitch had tried hard though, not that she had given her anything, she hadn’t, but the bitch still thought she could break her. Unfortunately for the bitch, she had no clue who she was dealing with, Kasey wasn’t going to let some bitch break her.

  She tilted her head from side to side, and felt the bruises already on her face swelling. The woman didn’t hit that hard, but she hit in the same place over and over again, so there you go. Kasey thought about Bo, and really hoped the little guy was still hiding, she really would be pissed if she got back to the cell and he was gone. Her only friend, she thought and then stared at the door. When the fuck were they coming back in?

  It was another hour before the woman came back into the room and stared at Kasey who refused to acknowledge her, instead she just stared ahead, and when the woman walked into her line of sight, was when she focused slightly on her.

  “Are you done playing games?” the woman asked.

  Kasey smiled and said, “Are you done being a raging bitch?”

  The woman’s mouth tightened and she said, “You know, I’m getting sick of this, my superiors only want an answer to our questions.”

  “Yeah, well people in hell want ice water, but they are shit outta luck too,” Kasey drawled and the woman punched her in the stomach. Kasey cringed and laughed at the same time. “Hello, I may be pissing blood tonight.”

  “You better hope you are alive to do that,” the woman said grimly and Kasey stared at her.

  “If being alive means for some reason I gave any information then yeah, kill me now. There is nothing to tell you. I was here doing my job, though apparently there is something more here I am not seeing, since I have been in here for like four months. I wonder what my superiors are going to say when they find out I was held in the Korean Embassy for four months without the benefit of a phone call or anything else?” Kasey said almost in a bored tone. She caught the flash of arrogance in the woman’s eyes and she chuckled and said, “Which from the expression on your face means I’m not going to get the chance to do that, you are going to kill me and leave my body somewhere as not to draw attention to yourself. Which would be smart. But I might add, all they have to do is pull up the Russian Embassy video and they will see where I am. So, you may want to think about that end game before you follow through on any orders at all.”

  The woman nodded and walked in a circle, “I’ll admit it would create tensions, but they would never be able to prove anything.”

  Kasey refused to watch her, “Bitch, either kill me or put me back into my cell.”

  The pain she felt against her back as the woman hit her with a cane or something was excruciating. But she never cried out, she would never let her know it hurt. So round two had started, and all she thought about was making it through.

  Ridge has sat in the café for hours, just drinking coffee, having lunch and watching. Torch and Loki had come by several times, just letting him know that they were going to be leaving to get set up. It sucked, because now it was night, he was in the hotel room and all he could do was stare out the window to the Embassies which were now lit bright, seemingly to taunt him with signs of parties beginning and ending.

  He was dressed all in black, when he left the hotel, seemingly to go out in the town he had been very non-descript. When he walked slowly across the street and then slipped in the bushes where he had already put his bag, he was more than ready to get Kasey the fuck out of here. He painted his face so they wouldn’t be able to see any shine from his face; then he put on the gloves, no fingerprints; he changed his shoes to ones which wouldn’t leave a patterned footprint, and finally, he pulled on the black knit hat. He was ready.

  “It is a go,” Tank said into his ear and he moved.

  “Roger that,” he whispered.

  He slipped out from behind the tree he had used as cover and then moved through the gates quickly and quietly when they opened. No one should have been able to see him, Loki had found the weakness in their security in only one day, the cameras had a blind spot at the gate: to the far right edge, when the gate opened, it was hidden by bushes.

  Then he skirted the wall to the back of the Embassies where there was another weakness. Where the fences all met the huge stone wall it had warped a little, so he could squeeze his way in between them to move along the wall silently. Hell, when they were done Ridge knew they would call the state department and let them know where the weakness in the security was. This was really unacceptable, especially s
ince the terrorist threat had raised so much in the recent years; there should not be this type of sloppy security.

  “Make sure you make note of how shitty this security is,” he said, barely breathing heavy. “A child could get into here.”

  “You close?” Tank asked.

  “Yep, right here,” he replied. “Patrols are right on, when I say go, start the countdown.”

  Tank would be making sure Ridge and Kasey got out in between the guards.

  It took him only ten minutes to get to the Korean Embassy’s back patio. The guards patrolled exactly like Torch had explained. He looked around slowly, taking in every inch of the property slowly and methodically, why? Because there was no way they would chance holding Kasey in the main building. If they were caught there would be hell to pay, in a big way. So they had to have another place to hold her, and it had to be on the property.

  Fuck, he thought and moved slowly before the next guard came to do his patrol. He needed to find this place. Ridge moved to the back of the property again, but this time in the center and knelt down and stared, looking for anything out of place in the yard, it was huge, and it would take time, fuck.

  The guard moved to the back patio and looked around, Ridge froze and didn’t move, he watched as the fucker lit a cigarette and then pulled the gun he was carrying to the front of him and rested a hand on the muzzle. The guard looked carefully around as he took a drag of his cig. Ridge was getting impatient. He wanted the man to fucking leave so he could resume his search. Then it happened.

  There was a light, it was brief, and it was bright. It appeared on the edge of the property; it took him a minute to think of what he was seeing. There on the side of the embassy was the entrance to what looked like an old cellar. Yeah, that was where she was. He could feel it.

  Kasey refused to make a noise when the woman had someone come back into the room and take her down from where she was now hanging. Hell, she hadn’t made a noise except to tell the woman to fuck off about five times. Other than that, she had remained silent, which pissed the woman off. Kasey knew that because she had tried to break her by beating her, but it didn’t work.

  In the end, Kasey had just let herself go limp and waited for the woman to think she had passed out. It didn’t take long. She ordered for her to be taken down and put back in her cell until the morning when they would resume. Yeah, fucking bitch was getting off on this.

  She waited until he dropped her on the bed and left her alone before she took a deep breath that hurt like a son of a bitch, and she opened her eyes. Moving slowly, as not to hurt herself too much, she inched to the edge of the bed by the wall and looked into the little vent. Bo was still there, his little hands were gripping the grates and she wanted to cry from relief. She needed to know someone was here for her. Someone who knew she would die here, just someone.

  It took a few minutes for her to get the door open but she did and Bo climbed right up to her face and he put a hand on her temple. That small little thing almost made her cry, at least someone was here to witness her bruises.

  “Yeah, I’m good. I may not look like it, but trust me, I’m good,” she whispered and Bo moved and cuddled into her neck.

  “Me too, I’m so tired, Bo. I just need a little sleep and then we’ll figure stuff out okay? Wake me up in a few hours please,” she said and Bo seemed to tilt his head and nod at her. Hell, she knew she was making this shit up but it gave her a little hope, and that was all it was about. Keeping the faith that her brother would come for her soon.

  “We just need to hold on right, just hold on,” she whispered and closed her eyes briefly. She heard a door shut somewhere and she sighed, she really hoped that they would leave her be for just a little while. She only needed a little while to get back into her head.

  A woman walked up the steps and Ridge narrowed his eyes, she lit a cigarette as well, but she didn’t stand there and smoke it. No, she walked right to the back door and opened it. Taking the burning ember in with her, apparently they hadn’t gotten the memo that embassies were officially smoke free.

  He waited and watched. Another person came out of the cellar-like door, this one was a man, and he was wiping his hands on a cloth. Ridge narrowed his eyes, and even from where he was sitting, he could tell the cloth was covered in blood. He tightened his fists and held himself back from rushing in and killing that bastard. He knew the blood was Kasey’s. He knew it.

  Ridge didn’t say a word out loud. Tank would have been even more pissed, and he wasn’t going to chance it. But his list of people to kill had just gotten one more person longer. He didn’t know when, and he didn’t know how, but he was going to kill that fucking bitch.

  “Okay,” he said softly. “There is no one in the back, the guards will be back in five, after they pass, I’m going in.”

  Tank said, “Roger that, we’ll have the timer ready. I have Loki and Torch online as well, they are setting up and waiting. Torch is monitoring the authorities for a call in.”

  The man nodded to the door and the woman moved. When the man entered into the house behind the woman, Ridge waited for the next go-around of guards.

  “Go,” he said as he walked carefully. He made it to the entrance of the cellar and was relieved at least to find this door was unlocked. He entered and blinked quickly twice for his eyes to get used to the light.

  There was a small corridor which led to a room he could see from where he was standing. He paused and listened. He was sure there were no guards down here to take care of, so he moved to the bars which he assumed led to cells. He could hear someone talking and he froze. Was Kasey not here by herself?

  Kasey rolled over. The bitch did have a nice punch apparently. As she sucked in a breath, she heard the wheeze and the rattle. Fuck, had she cracked a rib? Whore. “Bo, I think this is gonna take a while to heal.”

  The small monkey made a little noise and she sighed. “Yeah, I know. I seriously hope Tank is on his way.”

  She heard a noise and she froze, fuck, someone was down here. Had they heard her talking to Bo, would they come in and see who she was talking to? Shit, shit, shit. She tucked Bo in close to her body and whispered into his ear softly, “Don’t move, Bo.”

  The little animal didn’t know what was going on, but he did exactly what she said and froze in her arms and waited. She heard the shuffle of a shoe again, shit, whoever it was they were trying to be quiet. Which didn’t make too much sense, but she was hurting and she really didn’t give a shit at this point. She needed to focus and sleep before the wicked bitch came back for round two. And Kasey knew she was coming back.

  She closed her eyes for a second and listened. She heard an another shuffle and then she sucked in a breath, shit, it was closer. Keeping her eyes closed, she waited and held herself stiff. She was in no condition to fight someone off, so she really hoped that whoever was lurking outside of her cell didn’t decided that since she was wounded it was time to fuck with her. She may be hurt, but she would fight to the death before she would let anyone violate her. Not gonna happen. If she heard a key in the lock she would prepare herself, because it was seriously going to take everything she had to do this.

  Ridge moved closer to the edge of the cell so he could look in. Damn, he had heard her talking, then she started whispering, seriously someone had to be in the cell with her, he didn’t need anyone screaming in surprise. He needed to see who she was talking to. If he needed to plan for more than Kasey, it would change things a lot, but shit, he wasn’t gonna leave anyone here.

  “Standby,” he said so quietly he didn’t know if Tank would hear him but he did.

  “Roger that.”

  He moved slightly again and finally he was in the position to look into the cell. Quickly he looked around the corner and pulled back quickly and frowned. It looked like she was alone. Ridge stepped around to the front of the cell, and scanned it quickly. She was alone. Who the hell was she talking to?

  “Kase?” Ridge whispered and the woman jerked and her he
ad came up. Ridge didn’t have a chance to take in her face because he saw something small running right for him making a strange squeaking noise.

  “What the fuck?” he hissed and jumped back and looked down at a tiny little monkey clinging to his shirt, and scratching at him and what he thought was growling.

  “What?” Tank growled into his earpiece.

  “Not now,” Ridge snapped to Tank.

  “Who are you talking to, Ridge? Bo!” Kasey whispered loudly. “Come back here. Ridge, what the hell are you doing here? Wait, who cares, get me the fuck outta here. We can talk later.”

  “Bo?” Ridge said while pulling the monkey from the front of his shirt, and holding it gently out so it couldn’t reach him, damn the little thing was squirrely. He ignored the rest of what she said because he was holding a weirdly small monkey.

  “Come here,” she snapped to the little thing. It turned and looked at her and then it wiggled until Ridge put it back on the bed. It ran to Kasey and crawled up her arm and settled against her neck and then glared at him, yeah, the little thing glared at him. He raised an eyebrow and stared at her intently.

  “Kase? You have a monkey on your shoulder,” Ridge said softly, thinking at this point she had lost it a little if this was who she was talking to. He took in her face and grimaced a little, someone had done a number on her, her pale skin showed every bump and bruise she had going on. She looked like shit, but even thinking that, she looked good.

  He heard her brother chuckle into his ear and he waited. She finally focused on him, and he saw her blink, and then blink again and then move to the bars. “Uh yeah, I know, he was just a little excited to see someone. I usually keep him hidden if the guards are around. The bastards tried to kill him once. Now get me out of here!”

  Ridge nodded slowly, and wondered if he should tell Tank to get a psychologist on call for when they got home, she may need therapy. He went to the door and pulled out a small torch and stuck it through the key hole and began getting her out of the cell. “How many are there down here? Guards?”