by KaLyn Cooper
Her walls contracted and spasmed around his fingers, assuring him she was close. Her legs tightened, threatening to crush his head, but he persisted.
“Dex.” She sucked in a ragged breath. “I want you…” Gasp. “Inside me. Now.”
He slowly traveled his gaze up her gorgeous body until their eyes met. He wiggled his fingers, stroking that special spot. “I am inside you.”
“You fucking know what I mean,” she said through a clenched jaw.
“Not this time, sweetheart. This is all about you.” Dex knew she was close and took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, rubbing his tongue over the bottom as he increased the pressure on the rough spot inside her channel.
Rayne’s whole body shook as she came. He loved the uncontrolled noises that she made. He stayed with her, pumping his fingers until she lay unmoving.
He pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in his mouth, wanting to taste every bit of her.
Gently sliding from between her limp legs, he stood, drinking in every inch of her bare body splayed before him. He promised himself in that moment that they would do this again, and again. He would slide into her from this very position, take her on her knees from behind, let her ride him as he fondled her breasts, and any other position they could figure out.
Then they would eat cheese and crackers between bites of fruit.
She purred as she rolled on her side. She was sound asleep.
He couldn’t leave her there, so he gently gathered her in his arms and put her to bed, pulling the light comforter over her.
Kissing her sweetly, he stepped away, turned out the light and trotted to his villa.
His cock pulsing and threatening to give him one of the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had, he stepped into the shower. With a hand filled with soapsuds, he closed his eyes and leaned against the marble, picturing her bobbing head sucking him off as he squeezed his fist and rubbed up and down his straining cock. A couple swipes of his thumb over the sensitive tip and he shook with relief.
Finishing his shower quickly, he crawled naked into bed, wishing that he was curled up with the woman next door.
The alarm went off.
Damn. He had a wake-up.
The alarm went off again.
No. That’s not an alarm. That’s an old-fashioned phone. He would never have such an obnoxious ring tone on his cell.
He cracked his eyes enough to find the hotel phone on the nightstand. “Yeah.”
“It’s Alex. I think we found them.”
Dex bolted up in bed, wide awake.
Chapter Fourteen
Callie sat on the opposite end of the ugly red couch from the Step-Monster, curling up into a ball and trying to be as small as possible. She was so glad her wrists and ankles were no longer tied together.
Looking around their new location, Callie wondered if the owners of this house were from the Middle East. She’d seen the deep red rugs, burgundy and gold pillows, and the unique design on the curtains when they had traveled in Turkey. She and her mom would travel quite often with her father. Her dad would meet with politicians, and she and her mother got to play tourist. But that was before her mother got sick.
Tears threatened to burst as more memories of her mom played through her mind. Callie glared toward the other end of the couch where the SHREW sat. That was the new name that she, Charlotte, and Brynn came up with. It stood for Stupid Hateful Rotten Evil Woman. They all agreed it fit Angelique perfectly.
Callie wondered when they were going to bring the other girls and chaperones over to this new house. So far, it was just her and the B with an itch.
She’d been so scared when they took her away.
Tucked up next to Charlotte, sound asleep, someone had yanked her out of the makeshift bed. Her feet weren’t even touching the floor as Grunt dragged her to one of the back bedrooms and threw her on the box springs. It was hard and she banged her elbow.
He was going to rape her; she just knew it. Why else would they bring her, alone, back here? She tried to scream but the only thing that came out were whimpers.
A second man walked into the room carrying plastic strings.
It didn’t take a genius to realize they were going to tie her to that bed, then they were both going to rape her. She was a good girl. Still a virgin. But maybe that’s why they wanted her.
The two men started talking to each other in that language she didn’t understand.
Maybe while they are distracted, I could sneak away.
She tried to quietly scramble off the other side of the bed and stay low, but the second man caught her and yanked her elbows behind her back. Grunt grabbed her legs.
Kicking as hard as she could, Callie couldn’t seem to connect with anything but air. He was too strong. Moving faster than she’d seen the guard move before, he had her ankles bound together with the plastic zip ties. The other man started to tie her hands behind her back when Mr. Jaja walked into the room. He yelled a few orders then stood in front of her.
“If you promise to be cooperative, they can tie your hands in front. Tied behind your back can be very uncomfortable and we have quite a drive to make.” He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Are you going to do as we ask or fight every inch of the way like your mother? That bitch.”
“She’s not my mother. She’s just some stupid idiot who tricked my father into getting married.” Callie knew the minute she said the words that it was a bad move on her part.
Ms. Rogers had reviewed what to do when kidnapped. Be cooperative.
As contrite as possible, she looked into the black eyes of her kidnapper. “I’m sorry I said those things, Mr. Jaja. I promise to do whatever you tell me to. Just, please don’t hurt me.” She glanced over at Grunt and the other man. “Don’t let them hurt me.”
He wiped a tear away from her cheek with his coal-black finger. “No. You are too valuable to me to let them stain you.”
He barked at them in that other language before he bound her wrists together in the front using zip ties once again. “Remember your promise. Liars get punished.”
Grunt picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other around her back, then carried her to the repair man’s van. He laid her gently on the hard metal floor in the back. Even in the darkness, she recognized Angelique trussed up and gagged on the floor next to her. Grunt climbed in and shut the doors behind him. This time, he sat on the floor, his rifle on his lap.
Mr. Jaja jumped into the passenger side as Dreds slid behind the wheel. It seemed like hours that they bumped along the curvy road before stopping in front of another large house. There were no exterior security lights, so Callie could see very little as Grunt carried her inside. This time, she was placed on a soft comfortable bed.
Mr. Jaja took only one step inside the door. “You will sleep. You will not try to escape. My men have surround this house. Yelling for help is useless. There is no one around for miles. If you keep your promise to me, then I will keep my promise to you. My men will not touch you or hurt you. Do I have your word?”
She nodded then squeaked out, “Yes.”
“Excellent.”
As he turned to leave, she called out, “Mr. Jaja, may I…I need to use the ladies’ room.”
Walking toward her, he reached in his pocket and flipped out a six-inch blade.
She tried to inchworm her way up the bed.
“Stop,” he ordered.
She froze.
“Hold still, child, as I cut your bonds.” With a flick of his wrist, she was free once again. He pointed to one of the doors on the far wall. “Bathroom is in there.” His hand whipped out and grabbed her chin. “Do I need to remind you of your promise?”
“Na…no, sir, Mr. Jaja.” She glanced toward the bathroom door and wondered if he was going to stand there and watch her pee like he had made Ms. Rogers do back at the other houses.
“You are free to move about this bedroom and bathroom. I won’t tie you up again unless it’s nece
ssary.” As he reached the door, he spoke with someone in the hall before turning back toward her. “There are guards everywhere. You cannot escape. If you wish to enjoy the freedom of movement, don’t even try.” Without warning he disappeared.
Callie had never appreciated the solitude of the bathroom before, but she certainly did then. She was so exhausted that she stumbled back into the bedroom. Pulling the comforter back, she was disappointed to discover the bed had no sheets. Not caring in that moment, she made a sleeping bag out of the comforter. With the soft bed, quiet house, and Mr. Jaja’s promise of safety, Callie fell asleep.
The smell of coffee and cooking food awakened her. Although not rested, she was certainly hungry. A glance through the window showed gray, rainy, early-morning light. After using the restroom and washing her face, she sneaked to the door. When she peeked into the hall, Grunt bellowed in that other language.
Mr. Jaja appeared at the far end of the hall. “You may come Ms. Sedgwick. We have food for you.” He quickly spoke to Grunt, who didn’t move when she walked toward Mr. Jaja.
Callie dared a quick glance over her shoulder into the other bedroom where Angelique lay without a blanket, her hands and ankles still cuffed. The woman often slept till nearly noon, so she doubted she would have to endure the presence of Non-Mom for several hours.
Partway through her surprisingly good breakfast of scrambled eggs mixed with some kind of mystery meat and fresh fruit, Grunt strong-armed Angelique into the room.
“Eat.” Mr. Jaja commanded.
Angelique sneered at the dishes on the table and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t eat that kind of food.”
Callie simply rolled her eyes and forked another piece of mango. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr. Jaja flick his fingers. Grunt yanked Angelique and she stumbled.
“Maybe I’ll have a piece of fruit,” the Step-Witch blurted as Grunt tried to pull her into the living room.
When Angelique sat down, Callie couldn’t remember them ever eating breakfast together. As she thought about it, there was only the tense supper when her dad first introduced her to Angelique, and maybe one other time the three of them had all sat at the same table—but never had the two of them eaten at the same time.
Neither said a word, least of all to each other.
When Callie finished, she stood and glanced at the dirty plates on the table. “Mr. Jaja, may I put these plates in the dishwasher?”
He stared at her for a long moment. Callie wondered if she’d spilled food on her disheveled pajamas. She was working on day two in the same clothes, which felt grungy. She was used to coming home from school and immediately changing out of her uniform. Sometimes she’d go for a swim in their pool, or just throw on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. Then she changed again for bed. She had never worn the same clothes this long in her life and hoped she would never be in the situation to do it again.
“Good girl,” Mr. Jaja praised before sliding a glance toward Angelique, who sat back in her kitchen chair glaring at Callie as the girl collected the dirty plates and silverware from the table.
As soon as the dishes were rinsed and placed in the dishwasher, Mr. Jaja announced, “We are going to the living room and make the video.”
Once again, Grunt took Angelique by the arm and pulled her into the next room, shoving her down on the ugly red couch.
Pacing in front of them, Mr. Jaja asked, “Who does Congressman Sedgwick love more?” His gaze moved from Callie to Angelique. “His new wife? Or his daughter?”
Callie wasn’t going to answer that question, because she couldn’t. Before Angelique had come along, she had always been sure of her father’s love. Even after her mother’s death, when her father threw himself into his work and reelection, she never questioned his love for her. But after he married the Barbie Wannabe, he hadn’t spent near as much time with her. She wasn’t sure Mr. Jaja really wanted the answer to his question, so she sat there and said nothing.
The terrorist leader stepped close to Angelique and leaned down so their faces were on the same level. “You are young and of childbearing age.” He glanced toward Cassie, then returned his attention to the woman who was only twelve years older. “He can have more worthless daughters. Perhaps you can even give him a son who would be worthy of such a powerful man. Maybe several sons.”
“I’m not going to have any children.” Angelique sneered at Callie. “She’s more than enough for Robert and me. You can take her and let me go free. You don’t want me. You want the little virgin.”
Callie’s jaw dropped. All she could do was stare at the Step-Monster who just tried to give her away to save her own sorry ass.
Mr. Jaja sneered at Angelique. “No, I don’t want you, but I’m stuck with you. You were supposed to meet my son at the party two nights ago and tell him when the IRS was converting to the new computer system.”
Angelique looked stricken, and scared. “He’s your son?”
Callie couldn’t believe her step-mother was working with these men. And Angelique was supposed to give them information about the IRS computer system? Was she that big of an idiot? Or was she a spy?
Mr. Jaja’s smile was pure evil. “Now, you can tell me, wife of the Speaker of the House, when is the IRS converting to the new computer system? Tomorrow? The day after? We know that it’s sometime within the next four days. They need to run the third quarter reports on the new system, and they have less than a week to do that.”
“I don’t know when that’s going to happen,” she confessed.
“Then you lied to my son, you fucking bitch.”
Jaja backhanded Angelique. Her head bounced off the back of the couch. “You thought you could get away by running here?” His mouth twisted in an ugly way. “You’re more stupid than we thought. You were so easy to find.”
Angelique looked away.
“Do you think your husband knows?”
She looked hopeful as she answered, “I’m sure he does.”
“Let’s ask him.” Jaja whipped out his phone and looked back and forth between Angelique and Callie. “I’m sure you know how to record a video. I’ve seen plenty of yours online.” He handed his phone to Angelique, then grabbed Callie off the couch.
He wrapped his muscular arm around her neck and held her tightly. “Let me know when you’re ready to record.”
Mr. Jaja held a gun to her head.
Callie’s whole body began to shake. She couldn’t control it. Jaja was going to kill her and send the video to her dad. Her poor father. He had been through so much. First losing Mom, and now she was going to be dead, too. She was going to miss her dad.
The Witch with a B had a huge smile on her face as she announced, “Go ahead.”
“Good morning Congressman Sedgwick. As you can see, I have your daughter. I’m sure you won’t miss her because she’s just a female. Perhaps your new wife can give you a boy, or two or three.”
Angelique screamed from behind the phone, “I told you, we’re not having children. I don’t want any kids.”
No. Angelique didn’t even want the child that came with her marriage. Well, if this was the last thing her father was going to see, at least Callie was going to tell him the truth.
“Your wife is a fool and so are you if you listen to her.” Jaja was practically screaming in Callie’s ear. “You need to fuck her until she’s pregnant or find a woman who can give you boys.”
“Daddy, you heard her, she doesn’t want children. She got rid of my little brother or sister while you were gone. I know you married her because she was pregnant, but she had an abortion while you were traveling. She lied to you about having a miscarriage.”
“You fucking little bitch,” Angelique screamed as she held the cell phone camera pointed toward Callie and Mr. Jaja. “Did you steal my cell phone and listen to my messages?”
“Yes. Just like you listen in on conversations Daddy has on the house phone. And just like you check his voicemail while he’s in the shower.” Cassie only hope
d that Mr. Jaja actually sent this video to her father. Maybe then he would realize what a terrible woman he had married.
“Go ahead and shoot her,” Angelique encouraged.
Mr. Jaja shook his head and ran the barrel of the gun down Callie’s cheek. “She’s far too valuable to me. How valuable is she to you, Congressman Sedgwick? All I need from you is a date and a time. Five minutes after you receive this video, I’m going to call you. You’re going to tell me exactly what I want to know about the IRS computer conversion, or I’m going to kill one of the two females in your life. Who do you love more? That pretty new wife of yours? Or this?”
He jerked Callie up and ground the muzzle of the gun to her head. It really hurt, but she was madder at Angelique than Jaja.
“Daddy, please, don’t do it.” Callie understood that if her father gave that information to Jaja, he would be committing treason and he’d go to jail. She wasn’t sure which was worse, for her to be dead or all alone in the world.
She looked at her stepmother and suddenly realized that if her father were dead or in prison, Step-Monster would be her only guardian.
Callie would rather be dead than stuck with that woman the rest of her life. “Please, Daddy, you can’t commit treason for me. You’ll go to jail for the rest of your life because Angelique told Mr. Jaja’s son about the computers.”
Tears streamed down her face. It felt like she could hardly get the words out. She didn’t know if it was how tight Mr. Jaja was holding her or if something in her throat had swollen, shutting off her air.
But she had to let her dad know. “He’s going to kill me anyway, Daddy, so please, don’t tell him anything…I’m not worth it.” Barely above a whisper, she croaked out, “I love you, Daddy. I’ll be okay. I’ll be with Mom in heaven.”
“You have exactly five minutes to think about it, Congressman Sedgwick.”
Chapter Fifteen
Rayne stared at the screen, her fists tightly balled, wanting to punch someone or reach out to the brave young lady she’d grown to love.
