Hostage

by Stone, Piper

  “Not without bullets,” he said, laughing. “Go ahead and try.”

  Pointing the gun in the direction of his voice, I did just that. The hard clicking sound brought tears to my eyes. My arms slowly dropped, defeated. “What do you want?”

  “You really didn’t think I’d allow you to have access to a weapon?”

  “Fuck you!” I jerked to the right, only to be stopped short by a massive hand wrapping all the way around my forearm. The attacker exerted little energy as he held me in place, his hot breath trickling across my cheek. I could swear I recognized the husky voice, craggy as if the man had smoked one too many cigarettes but sexy enough to create a jolt of electricity. I raked my brain, trying to remember everyone I’d encountered in the last few weeks. No one came to mind.

  Seconds later, the gun was gently removed from my hand and the blinding light turned off.

  Darkness.

  “You and I will soon know each other very well, Carina. I suggest you get used to that fact. Then...” He allowed the word to linger. “Then you’re going to learn about rules, very strict rules. But first things first.”

  “What... What do you want?” Blinking, my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight splashing in through the open blinds. I could just make out his silhouette, his hulking figure standing well over six inches taller than me. Even in the limited light, I was able to distinguish his massive muscles. The man was huge, outweighing me by a solid one hundred pounds. I was no match for his brawn and completely vulnerable to anything he desired.

  Anything.

  “Obedience. First and foremost. We’re going to begin that process immediately. Now, stay completely still while I begin. Any movement will result in harsh punishment.”

  Who did the asshole think he was?

  The second he released his hold, taking a few steps away, I bolted for the door. Run. Run! If I could just make it into the hallway, then maybe I’d have a chance. I could do this. I could. I... He made no sound as he grabbed my wrist, yanking until I was thrown against his chest.

  “That wasn’t very nice, Carina. That’s going to cost you.” He let out a slow and very sadistic growl as he rubbed his hand down my back.

  Tremors tickled the insides of my thighs, thoughts of carnal and disgusting acts filtering into my brain.

  “I’ll scream,” I breathed.

  “Hmmm... Two of your neighbors won’t be home from work for hours and the third is out of town on a well-deserved vacation given his extensive hours working for a true asshole. No one is going to hear you.”

  The bastard had stalked me. I should have expected no less from Santana. Where in the hell did I know this asshole from? Shivering, I slammed my hands against his chest. He was rock hard all over and my efforts did nothing but piss him off. A series of tingles shifted down my legs, leaving me lightheaded. “Please let me go.”

  “That I can’t do.” He dragged me behind him as he walked further into the living room, turning on the lamp by the couch.

  Wincing, I blinked several times, shoving away the useless tears while attempting to memorize every detail about the fucker.

  I was struck by his incredible physique, rugged in a dark and dangerous manner that screamed of absolute authority. I was right about his well-toned body, carved out of precious stone. He wasn’t the same kind of goon who trailed behind Santana like a lapdog. This man was much more threatening, his tight jeans and leather jacket depicting something more savage in nature. There was a sensual nature to his looks: short cropped blond hair, aristocratic features with a chiseled jaw covered in a three-day stubble, and a hint of tattoos creeping out from the thin collar of his shirt, but his eyes were his most mesmerizing feature. They were light blue, framed by long eyelashes. He was gorgeous.

  “I know you,” I huffed, almost recollecting from where.

  The smile curling on his lips was more sensual in nature. “You have a very good memory, but that doesn’t matter.”

  “How long have you been following me? Why? What the hell is this?”

  “You have no control here. I suggest you accept that very important fact.” He allowed those sexy eyes to follow a trail all the way down to my painted toes then back to my face. “Undress.”

  “What? What did you say?” I was stunned, utterly shaken to the core.

  “When I give you an order, you are going to follow it without question.”

  I swallowed several times and for some crazy reason, I obeyed him, shaking the entire time as I unfastened my skirt. I had no doubt he was going to do something horrible, maybe cutting me into little pieces, a gift for Santana.

  But only after he had his way with me.

  “Someone will find me. I’m an important woman,” I said with an air of confidence.

  “No one is coming for you. The jury certainly won’t be able to come to an agreement, not when their very lives are being threatened. You have no real friends, Carina, the only family a father you disowned years ago. There’s just you and I at this moment.” The velvety soft tone, if meant to be comforting, simply fueled my anger. What didn’t the creep know about me?

  Oh, God. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t...

  My fingers were completely useless, so stiff I slapped my hands at the outer edges of my skirt, trying desperately to wiggle the material past my hips. When the material had pooled around my feet on the floor, all I could do was stare at it.

  “Finish,” he commanded. “I will not ask you again.”

  I managed to slip my fingers under the elastic of my panties, humiliated that some dangerous asshole of a man was allowed to see me naked.

  “Better. You can follow orders.” He sat down in the middle of the couch, jerking me over his lap.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “Giving you exactly what you need.”

  As his large palm slapped against my backside, I fell into a complete state of shock. The man was spanking me.

  Shame. Humiliation. I was thrown into a world I didn’t understand.

  “Don’t. That hurts. Please stop. Please.”

  “You haven’t learned your lesson.” He continued peppering my bottom with hard, almost brutal smacks, one coming after the other.

  I squealed but he certainly didn’t seem bothered by the agonizing sound. Only when I flailed, throwing out my hand did he react, yanking my arm into an awkward and very painful position in the center of my back.

  “You won’t...get away...with this,” I exclaimed, ashamed I sounded more like a little girl than a professional woman.

  But in this stranger’s hands, I was merely putty, his dominance overwhelming in every manner.

  “Sweetheart, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” He smacked harder and faster, his huge palm curved to fit the roundness of my bottom.

  “Some fucking asshole hired by Santana Dioletti.” I sputtered. When he hesitated, I wiggled, almost able to get out of his grasp.

  But he was having none of it, jerking me back into position and spanking my inner thighs. I was pitched into a moment of blackness, trying desperately to fight him, but he was far too strong.

  “This is just the beginning,” he growled.

  Beginning of what? I panted, wiggling until I was able to feel the thickness of his cock grinding against my stomach. The asshole was aroused. Oh, God. Oh, God. The heat pulsing from my bruised ass was terrifying in every manner, but the realization my pussy was wet, throbbing from the intense pain was mortifying. There was no way I could be turned on by this fucker. None.

  But I was.

  “Stop. Stop!” I would do almost anything to make him stop, the pain was so intense. “Please, sir. Please. I’ll be good. I will.”

  After two additional brutal smacks, he exhaled and rubbed my aching bottom. “I think you’ve learned your lesson for now.” The was no gentleness as he fisted my hair, dragging me into a sitting position on my knees, his cold eyes staring into mine.

  “What are you going to
do?” I hated the whine in my voice, the little girl sound that indicated I’d fallen into his trap, ready to submit to his every command.

  He kept his firm grip as he moved to a standing position. “Now, I fuck you.”

  Chapter Two

  Carina

  “Now, I fuck you.”

  The words reverberated into my mind. So possessive. So demanding. The brutal stranger believed that he had every right to treat me like some wayward whore. There was no getting away, no way to fight his incredible strength. As he dragged me into my own bedroom, marching me in a stringent military fashion, I tried not to imagine where this would lead.

  Imprisonment.

  Punishment.

  Death.

  I couldn’t think this way. I needed a clear head in order to figure out how to get away from this horrible freak. When he dumped me onto the middle of my bed, I swung around, able to look him in the eyes if only for a few seconds. I recoiled after he glared, trying to catch my breath. There was no soul to the man. There was also no sense of urgency.

  Reacting, I scrambled off the bed, only to be yanked and tossed. The clang of the headboard slapping against the wall reverberated into the room, shadowing the ragged beating of my heart.

  “Now, if you continue to disobey me, you will be punished severely,” he huffed and yanked me over onto my stomach. “On your hands and knees and stay that way.”

  “Fuck you!”

  The brutal smack against my ass forced another moan.

  “I think you need to be nicer to me, Carina,” he said, leering down, lording his prowess over me.

  “You’re out of your mind.”

  “I just might be, but I have absolute control over you. Get. On. Your. Knees. Now!”

  “Please, stop. I’m begging you. I have some money, if that’s what you want.” Hissing, I crawled into position, simply reacting to the command. Think. Think! The command of my mind wasn’t doing anything but highlighting the dire situation.

  “Money certainly isn’t what this is about.” I inhaled the stench of the man as he moved closer to the bed. “Now, we’re going to have a little fun, you and I.”

  “No. Fucking. Way.” I kicked out, my foot snapping against his hard body.

  Growling, he slapped his hand around my calf, holding my leg in mid-air as he issued a series of savage smacks against my backside, one crack coming after the other.

  “Stop. No!”

  After another husky chuckle, he raked the tip of his finger down the length of my spine. “I think you want this, Carina. In fact, I know you do.”

  His tone reeked of arrogance, pissing me off even more. “You’re a piece of shit!” It felt good to spit the words in his direction. His hand connected with my bottom before the words had even left my mouth, creating another intense wave of discomfort. Whimpering, I clung to the comforter, digging my nails in. I heard him, the sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being tugged, and I was shaken, petrified.

  He was going to make good on his promise.

  “Are you wet for me, Carina? The scent of your sex gives you away, the kind of burning desire that fuels your fantasies. You seemed to enjoy my attention before.”

  His attention. I wasn’t imagining anything. I’d met this creep before. Okay. Where did I know him from? His attention? Everything was muddled together. His face. His hands. His...

  Thoughts and images swirled in my mind until I snapped a vision into the forefront. Jesus. I wouldn’t mistake recognizing... The coffee shop. The Goddamn coffee shop. He’d been behind me, crowding my space then I’d turned around, accidentally tossing hot coffee all over his chest. His massive, chiseled and perfect chest. Swallowing, I was finally able to envision his face. He’d looked somewhat different then, a full beard and his glorious hair in a pony tail. But the eyes were the same.

  Sexy.

  Imploring.

  Seductive.

  “I’m so sorry. I feel terrible. Let me get your shirt cleaned for you,” I insisted, throwing out my hand and brushing my fingers across his chest. Every synapsis had come alive, my entire body tingling.

  “No need,” he said, grinning before yanking off his shirt from the back, peeling away the material and exposing the most glorious set of pecs I’d ever seen. So chiseled. So incredibly masculine. My mouth watered, a series of devilish images rushing into the forefront of my mind. I could lick his chest for hours, savoring the taste of him. Then I’d move to his thick, throbbing cock, sucking on just the tip until I opened my mouth wide, accepting every inch of his sweet glory.

  “I just...”

  He took a single finger, lifting my chin. “A woman as beautiful as you should never wear a frown.”

  Oh, my God. Oh. My. God.

  The memory like a sharp jab in the eye went straight into my brain. I sucked in my breath, reeling from the vision. This was insane.

  The mystery attacker laughed, so husky and reeking of such intense desire that my pussy quivered. “Hmmm... Your eyes are as telling as the day I met you.”

  “No. No!” My defiance seemed weak, ridiculous. He’d seen right through me. My burning desire. Needs that hadn’t been fulfilled in years, if ever. But not this way. Never this way.

  “Yes. I can tell you’re very wet. I must admit, I could inhale your lust filled scent all day,” he said, laughing in an even huskier tone, the words dripping with innuendos.

  “You’re wrong,” I snapped, scrambling to get out of his reach.

  He fisted my hair, yanking me back once again. “You’re quite the disobedient little thing, aren’t you? We’ll have to fix that.”

  “No!” I knew it was no use, his brutal strength far too powerful. I took several short breaths, trying to regain my drive.

  “Yes. You have no choice.”

  I was prepared for another savage volley as his hand spanked my aching bottom. When he kicked my legs wider with his knee, pushing my back until my face was only inches away from the bed, I trembled all over. Sickness and shame rustled through my entire being.

  He’d been so nice about my clumsiness, laughing that same goddamn sultry laugh of his. I’d been beside myself at the time. Now, I knew he’d set up the whole damn thing. Next time I had a chance to dump coffee on him, it would be in a very strategic place.

  I’d also been electrified from his touch, his full lips, fantasizing about kissing them for hours.

  My God. My God.

  He brushed his fingers down my back, leaning over and intoxicating me with his exotic breath of raw testosterone.

  “Your pretty pink pussy lips tell no lies.” He shifted a single finger along the seam of my pussy, taking his time.

  You can’t want this. You can’t be turned on. But the quiver in my pussy screamed of my body’s betrayal.

  He added a second then third finger, pushing past my swollen folds, dipping into the very core of me. “Very wet.”

  No. No. No! I couldn’t be wet. I couldn’t be... I dropped my head all the way, gulping for air as he swirled his finger around my clit. Everything about this was insane, surreal.

  “Your hunger is quite evident, Carina. Give in and spread those legs wide open for me.”

  My hesitation was met with another harsh slap, the force shoving me hard against my face. I bit back a series of whimpers, finally obeying. I stretched my legs as far open as they could go. The scent of my desire sickened me, bringing another round of tears to my eyes. I was obeying him as if he were my lover, not some hired gun given orders to break me down.

  He wrapped his hand around my long strands of hair, tugging on my head until my back was pulled into an arc. “Your sex is mine.” He thrust his fingers deep inside in a savage manner.

  “Oh...” Even as the barbarian continued, plunging harder and faster, I felt my pussy yielding to him, opening up as if wanting more. Ready to beg him for more. Even my nipples were fully erect, hard and aching.

  “Yes, just as I suspected. You’ve wanted a man to fuck you like the sweet little
whore you truly are.” He drove his fingers into me in invading strokes, taking all of me.

  I felt my pussy walls stretching as he added a fourth finger. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I tried to make sense of what was happening, why my body refused to shut down. I caught a glance at my reflection in the floor to ceiling window, horrified at the lust shimmering across my face.

  “That’s it, relax for me.” He wiggled his thumb between the crack of my ass, finding my dark hole.

  “No!” Tensing, I couldn’t stop the yelp slipping past my pursed lips and my back arched even more.

  “Trust me, every hole belongs to me. I’ll enjoy fucking your asshole over and over again. Soon, sweet Carina. Soon.” With the promise made, he pulled his hand away from my sex, smacking my already bruised bottom several additional times.

  I found my body reacting, pushing back in a treacherous manner. Shame rushed into every cell, the horror making me close my eyes. I couldn’t look at myself any longer, the embarrassment of my raging hunger far too atrocious to accept.

  For a stranger.

  For a killer.

  Swallowing, the moment I felt the tip of his cock push against my pussy lips, I tensed. “Don’t.”

  “You and I both know you want this. You also need this, Carina.” His grip on my hair tightened as he pressed his cocked past the outer folds, finding my wetness. The way he sighed, so damn satisfied added to the utter shame of the moment. He’d planned this. He’d learned everything about my life and my schedule in order to catch me in my most defenseless state.

  I gritted my teeth, preparing for the invasion. Preparing to lose my mind. I wanted to argue, to rip out his eyes and shove the barrel of my gun into his mouth. Sadly, my body bucked involuntarily, pushing his cock in deeper.

  “That’s it. Take my cock, every inch,” he whispered in a strangled fashion, his own unbridled lust rushing to the surface.

  He stretched me wide open as he entered, moving in a beseechingly slow manner. He wanted me to remember this, to accept that I yielded for him. My ears started to ring from the hard thumping of my heart, every breath stolen in order to keep from whimpering like a helpless girl.