by Tess Summers
“Jesus Christ, not like that,” he barked. “Like you’re trying to seduce me.”
She stood up and defiantly folded her arms across her chest. “That’s kind of hard to do with a belt around my neck.”
His eyes were drawn to her tits, then slowly moved to her face. His expression was unreadable, but he relented and loosened the leather, removing it from her neck but keeping it folded in half, tapping it against his palm in warning.
She was racking her brain for a seductive song to play in her head. All she could think of was Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me, a song that had come out when she was like two years old.
Singing the intro in her head, she flipped her hair like she was the star in a music video and started her show.
I shoulda just worn the goddamn lingerie.
Keni started with her pants, and her t-shirt fell to just below her bare ass. She seductively rolled her hips and danced around where he sat on the bed, offering a glimpse of her butt but making no attempt to remove her top.
Judging by his smirk, Dante knew she was stalling with her elaborate dance routine. He let her carry on like Ginger Rogers until he’d seen enough.
“Kennedy,” his deep voice commanded, “take off your shirt.”
She stopped dancing. With a gulp, she did as he had instructed, and stood stark naked just out of his reach. Starting at her feet, his gaze moved lazily up her body until he reached her eyes. There was a twinkle of satisfaction in his when he patted his lap.
“Come.”
She approached cautiously and attempted to straddle him, but he stopped her, shaking his head in amusement and patting his lap again.
“Ass up.”
“Dante, no. You promised if I stripped—”
“I made no promise of any kind, my little assassin, other than I’m going to punish you and get you pregnant. Now, get your ass over my knee or I’m going to use the belt. I think I would enjoy marking your flesh with leather, so you have exactly four seconds. Three, two…”
She scrambled into position on his lap and braced herself for the first blow. But instead of spanking her, he reverently rubbed her soft flesh in circles, then squeezed.
“My beautiful Bella,” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for seven long months.”
Keni fought back a whimper. She’d missed his touch equally as long.
She flinched at the first crack of his palm against her ass; the sound of it surprised her more than the smack itself hurt her. He continued with alternating slaps to each cheek, twelve in total. When her skin was sufficiently warm, he followed with caressing her pink flesh while murmuring words of adoration in Spanish.
She’d always been a sucker for his accent but when he spoke to her in his native tongue, she became completely undone.
He spanked her again—but this time, instead of rubbing her skin when he stopped, he dipped his fingers inside her wet heat, chuckling when he found her soaked. “You dirty little slut,” he chastised. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.”
She didn’t want to be enjoying this, but God help her, she was.
*
Dante
His Bella was in his arms again, if perhaps unwillingly. “Welcome home, my little whore.”
“I’m not your whore,” she hissed over her shoulder.
“No? Are you sure?” He plunged another finger into her. “Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind seems to have forgotten. Don’t worry, Bella, I’m going to have a good time helping you remember. Look how easily your cunt has welcomed me back. Mmm, you really are my slut, aren’t you, Kennedy? You’ve missed your master’s touch, haven’t you?”
“You’re not my master.”
“Little one, you belong to me. You just need a refresher lesson.”
With that, he yanked her legs wide apart and pinned her to his lap to spank her wet pussy.
“Your clit is so fat, Bella,” he said with a satisfied smirk as he began to rub her in small circles with his index finger—just enough to keep her near the edge, but nowhere close to falling over it yet.
“Mmm, so wet. Listen.” He plunged two fingers inside her, fingerfucking her rapidly, curling them to massage her G-spot. She let out a quiet moan, sounding almost as if it were involuntary.
“You’re my puppet, slut. Your body does what I tell it to do,” he laughed as he flicked her clit again. Kennedy flexed her hips against his hand, probably not even realizing she was doing it. “You want to come, little whore?”
She refused to answer. That was fine; he wasn’t planning to let her climax anytime soon anyway. He gently squeezed her throat and snarled in her ear, “You don’t get to come until you beg me, bitch.”
That elicited a tiny whimper from her. His dirty talk and dominance had always turned her on, although he’d gone easy on her before. Not anymore. He was going to punish-fuck her into the middle of next week, then fuck her some more.
Dante pushed her to her knees to the floor in front of him. Releasing her neck to undo his suit pants, he tugged his boxer briefs down, and pulled his cock out as he kicked his trousers and underwear away from his ankles. He shoved his dick in front of her face with one hand as he grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other. “Suck it.”
She looked up at him—those emerald eyes; they drove him wild—and reached for his shaft.
“Ah-ah. No hands.” He didn’t trust her not to punch him in the nuts, although she was slipping back into her role as his submissive beautifully.
Kennedy opened up her mouth, and he thrust his cock in. It was like heaven. Fuck, he’d missed her lips around his shaft. When she slurped his dick and moaned, he almost fucking lost it right then and came down her throat. It’d been seven months since he’d felt her. He needed to slow down because there was no way he wasn’t going to savor this. He’d thought about it too many times since she’d been gone.
She dug her nails into his thighs and dipped her head to lick his taint, making him gasp out loud. “Oh, you naughty bitch.” He saw her smile as she sucked his balls into her mouth.
Goddammit, I’m supposed to be punishing her.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her off his balls, and slammed his cock back into her mouth, mercilessly face-fucking her while she made sexy gargling noises as his tip hit her tonsils over and over. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, and he had to stop or he was going to come right then and there.
“Lay the fuck down,” he ordered and pushed her onto her backside—pressing on her shoulder and dropping to his knees between her legs, feeling the plush carpet between his toes.
He rammed his bare cock into her womb with a grunt and began to rut her like a beast. She struggled beneath him, trying to wiggle out from his hold.
“Dante, no. You don’t have a condom on.”
“I know, Kennedy. I’m going to breed you like the bitch in heat you are.”
“No!”
Her struggling just turned him on more, and he grunted as his impending orgasm began to crest. With a roar, he emptied himself deep inside her.
“Yeah, take it, little one. Take my seed.”
Without pulling out, he went to work on her clit. He remembered reading somewhere that making a girl climax with your sperm inside her helped impregnate her. Dante had no idea of it was true, but it was worth a shot. She began to whimper and thrash beneath him, gripping her tits and bucking her hips against his.
But fuck, he’d promised she was going to beg to come. And the way she was panting as he played with her hooded knot, that wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Beg me, Kennedy. Beg me to come.”
With her eyes closed tight, she shook her head furiously even as she moaned and pressed against his hand. He began to thrust his cock inside her—to his surprise, he was still rigid.
“You want to come, don’t you? You want to feel your cunt quivering around my shaft. Beg for it.”
He could feel her stomach clench and her pussy grip his dick tight,
and he slowed his ministrations on her clit.
“No! Dante, please don’t stop. God, don’t stop!”
“Sir,” he corrected.
“Please don’t stop, Sir,” she panted.
With a satisfied grin, he resumed his tempo. Soon she was crying out as her body spasmed underneath him, her pussy involuntarily milking his cock for any remaining seed. He knew he was going to come again from the sensation, and began to pump into her.
“Fuck yes,” he growled through gritted teeth, not letting up on her clit. Dante was soon rewarded with her renewed writhing beneath him, and he grunted his second release like a caveman as she cried out, “Oh my god! Yes!”
Falling forward, he enveloped her body in his arms and murmured in her ear, “Oh, my little assassin, what am I going to do with you?”
Chapter Seven
Kennedy
She lay in Dante’s arms, her backside denting the soft, thick ivory carpeting, and stared up at the circular ceiling. Absent-mindedly, she twisted the hair above his neck while trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened.
He had turned her into a wanton whore within fifteen minutes. She was not proud of that, but it did confirm what she already knew—she still belonged to him, heart and body.
Don’t confuse sex with love—she could hear her mother’s voice in her head. And damn, especially not the kind of sex they’d just had. Oh, if her mother only knew, she thought with an internal laugh.
But that was the point. He’d just treated her like a dirty whore, and she’d loved it. And she loved it because she loved and trusted him, which was saying a lot since she’d spent the last seven months questioning whether he was going to find her and kill her. She must have known in her heart that he wouldn’t, but the rest of her had still needed to know for sure.
He could still kill you, now that he’s gotten his rocks off, the devil on her shoulder whispered. But why would he have tried to get you pregnant? the angel on the other shoulder asked.
Oh fuck! He tried to get me pregnant! She tried to scramble out from under his hold, but he just tightened his grip and nuzzled her hair. “Thank god, you’re back.”
“Baby, can we get up? I think I’m getting rug burns.”
His cock had shriveled and slipped from inside her, leaving his cum leaking down her legs and ass crack. He sat up on his knees and pulled her pussy lips apart with his fingers to watch it drip from her opening. “I love how that looks.”
“Why did you do that, Dante?” she whispered, lying on the carpet with her legs spread while the Mexican cartel’s money man examined his handiwork.
“To get you pregnant.” His tone implied, duh.
She sat up and wiped between her legs with her yoga pants, then got to her feet. He promptly followed and wrapped his arms around her.
“I can’t get pregnant, Dante.”
Kissing her cheek, he chuckled, “Wanna bet?”
“You can’t keep me prisoner forever.”
“We’ll see about that.”
****
Dante
He felt her sigh and heard her whisper, “You can’t.”
She was right—he couldn’t keep her prisoner forever, but he was really hoping he wouldn’t have to. That she’d choose to be there with him and their babies.
“So now what? It’s not exactly like we can be together.”
He nuzzled her neck with his nose, loving the smell of her. “Sure we can.”
She shook her head, and he pulled away to look at her, a sad expression marring her beautiful face.
“Tell me, in what universe could we possibly work?”
“Ours. We can choose to live our lives however we want.”
“Well, I can’t choose to be with you, knowing what you do, and I certainly won’t have my children being raised this way.”
“What way, Kennedy? Educated, well-traveled, wanting for nothing? I had a beautiful childhood and adolescence.”
“But what was the price? Your freedom as an adult.”
He cocked his head. “I was not forced into the organization. That was my choice. I could have gone on to become a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer—whatever I wanted, and I would have had my family’s blessing, as will our kids.”
The idea that he chose this life seemed to bewilder her. She narrowed her eyes, her voice going up an octave as she shook her head. “You could have done any of that, and you decided to become a criminal?”
He chuckled. “I saw that I could play a vital role in helping legitimize my family’s business, so I can leave a legacy for my children that is not all criminal.”
“You’re still a criminal, and I’m still a federal agent charged with arresting people like you.”
“So stop being a federal agent then.”
She recoiled like he’d slapped her. “Why don’t you stop being a fucking felon?”
“So are you saying if I stop, I don’t have to fear being arrested?”
“Well, no. You could still be.”
“Exactly, Kennedy. No matter if I left the organization today, I’m still on the hook for past indiscretions.”
She snorted. “Crimes, Dante. Your past crimes, not ‘indiscretions’ like you had a goddamn affair.” She stopped short, and he could see the direction her thoughts were turning. He pulled her against him and stroked her hair.
“There hasn’t been anyone since I met you, Bella.”
He felt his chest become damp where she laid her face and heard her sniffle. Then she whispered, “We can’t be together. Not in real life. The agency would never let me live if I left to be with someone from the cartel.”
He hadn’t thought of that. All he’d been thinking about was how his family was going to kill her if they weren’t together.
“We have to be, because I can’t live without you.”
Chapter Eight
Dante
Number One on his to-do list had been punishing Kennedy Jones, followed closely by Number Two, getting her pregnant. While those were still high on the list, the new Number One was convincing her she belonged with him and figuring out how to keep her alive.
Dante wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t live without her. He needed her like he needed oxygen. Having her back meant he was finally able to breathe again, something he felt like he hadn’t done in the last seven months.
He stroked her hip and leaned over to give her a lingering kiss on the lips.
“Are you hungry? I told Rosa I’d be having a late dinner, but I can tell her I’ve changed my mind and want to eat sooner.”
Kennedy shook her head. “No, not yet. Later will be fine.”
He placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back at eight with dinner.” He turned to go, but felt her grab his arm.
“You’re leaving?”
“I have business to attend to.”
She planted her hand on her hip. “Well, I do too, Dante. How long do you plan on keeping me locked in here with nothing to do?”
He chuckled as he walked toward the invisible door. “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, Bella. You need to learn how to relax. I can get you some videos on yoga and meditation if you’d like.”
The book she’d been reading earlier went whizzing by his head as the door came down behind him.
He picked it up and turned around, the door going back up for him to reenter the room. He stalked toward her, tapping the novel against his palm. It stung to see her flinch as he handed her the book, so he leaned down, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “I would never strike you in anger, little one.”
As he walked back toward the door, he called out, “But I am looking forward to punishing you later. Be on your knees, in the red lingerie and heels, with your pussy on display for me when I arrive at eight o’clock.” The door opened and he turned around to make sure she was looking at him. “I will not hesitate to use the belt this time. It’s in your best interest not to test me tonight.”
The door came back down
just as she let out a frustrated scream. At least he knew the soundproofing worked, he thought with a grin. Then he headed back to his office to attend to the aftermath of Cassie and Lucas’ escape—and to watch his little assassin try to figure out make her own exodus.
****
Kennedy
She’d been able to deduce that the camera above the doorway was instrumental in opening the door, but she didn’t think he’d allow anyone else to watch them, so it had to be automatic. She had observed his movements carefully before he left, and now she tried standing in the exact spot he had stood.
Nothing. Not so much as a whisper of movement. She felt around the walls again, and along the bookshelves, and discovered what appeared to be a fingerprint reader. Probably his backup in case the camera didn’t work.
His deep voice came from the walls. “Beautiful, I will tie you to the bed if you don’t stop.”
“Why? Are you afraid I’m going to discover the way out of here?” she called out, unsure where to direct her voice.
“Kennedy Jones, you are adorable.”
She’d show him adorable.
****
The door opened exactly at eight in the evening, and he pushed a serving cart through, pausing to admire her on the bed, on her knees in her red satin and lace lingerie, legs wide, hands on her thighs, with her head bowed. She had decided she was going to play his game. It was the only way she was going to get out of here; Dante had told her as much. So she was going to behave until she convinced him to trust her, then she was taking the first opportunity to disappear.
At least that’s what she told herself. She couldn’t stay with him, even if her heart wanted her to.
He left the cart near the door once it closed and walked to where she was kneeling.
“You look beautiful. Perfect.”
Dante walked around the bed, as if inspecting her posture, then paused at her side. He bent at the waist, reaching over her shoulder to run his finger up and down her slit. She couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed or proud that he found her already wet. Her submissive position to Dante’s sexy alpha was definitely a turn-on.
