by Stone, Piper
Something had changed.
“You don’t like the clothes?” Ruger asked.
“Does it really matter?” I dragged one of the dresses into my lap, brushing my fingers across the material. “Are we going out for fancy dinners? Won’t you have to collar and leash me just to make certain I don’t try and make a run for it? Or am I being dressed up like a doll just for your viewing pleasure?” I couldn’t take my eyes off Ruger, the way he studied me, his gaze sweeping up and down, the intense longing accentuating his chiseled face. Even the two or three day stubble covering his face seemed sexier, keeping my pussy wet and hot.
I forced myself to glance in another direction, controlling my breathing. Another laugh pushed past my lips. “I wish you’d just kill me if that’s what your intent is.”
“Our intent is not to kill you,” the Russian said almost casually.
“However, you do need to accept what’s happening to you,” the bounty hunter muttered.
“Accept. Of course. Sure. Why not?” I choked out the words.
“Clean this up. Put everything away,” Ruger instructed. “While I understand you have questions, and they will be answered, you are still required to follow our rules. Once you’ve changed into more appropriate attire, we’ll be waiting. We’ll talk then. There is no way you can escape, so don’t bother trying. And Carina. We will be watching.”
Rules. Rules. Rules. Fuck the rules!
The door was closed with a hard thud, only this time, there was no click of the lock. However, I was being reprimanded like a little girl.
And oddly enough, I obeyed his command, moving slowly in an effort to hang everything just so in the closet, placing the drawers in the correct location. The irony of accepting his direction kept me amused for several minutes.
When the chore was finished, I stood shivering, holding my arms. I felt dirty, more unclean than I had in such a long time. They would wait. I might be their prisoner, but they would learn I needed space.
I took my time running a bath, adding various bath beads and even bubbles. What the hell? I had plenty of time to waste. To kill. The word put a lump in my throat. After stripping out of my clothing, I stood in front of the mirror. I was a wreck, barely a version of the woman I’d been twenty-four hours before. I twisted my hips, gazing at my bottom. There were still several red marks from the belt, a warm blush that made me cringe. Somehow the stripes reminded me of battle scars.
I’d had plenty of those in my life, but none quite so personal. I eased my hand until I was able to caress my skin, biting back a moan. I was tender, but the touch did nothing but create another wave of heat between my legs. I was a lost girl. Two more days until anyone cared to see if I was missing.
I pinned my hair and for some crazy reason wanted to smash the glass. I was horrified at my reflection. I’d never felt so dirty in my life.
Simply stepping into the oversized tub was enough to drain the remainder of the energy I had. I slipped into the hot water, the sting against my bottom even more exasperating than before. I could still gather a scent of the man, Ruger. I could still taste his lips on mine. Issuing a hollow groan, I grabbed the washcloth and began scrubbing every inch of my skin in a brutal fashion.
I had to get rid of the stink, the wretchedness of feeling so filthy. I rubbed until every swipe of the terrycloth became harsh, even painful. After a few minutes, more frustration settled in. I slunk down in the tub, allowing the warmth and the bubbles to lull me into false sense of relaxation. So they wanted to talk. What kind of bullshit were they going to try and pawn off to me? I closed my eyes, hissing under my breath as I attempted to pretend I was anywhere else.
Only I felt a presence. His presence.
Jerking up, I covered my breasts, glaring at him with as much hatred as I could muster. My gaze fell to the gun strapped to his side and all I could think about was shooting him between the eyes.
He tilted his head, studying me. “I don’t blame you.”
“For what, asshole?”
“For wanting to kill me.”
I shivered, dragging one of my hands over my pussy. I could feel the bubbles sliding down my body, his eyes following with interest. You bet I will.
“What are you looking at?” I chided, slinking back into the water.
“I came to make certain you were all right,” Ruger said casually, but the velvet tone was enough to give me a series of shivers, even in the heated water.
“You mean you came to make certain I hadn’t escaped.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Maybe so. You are certainly capable of an attempt.” He remained where he was, his eyes never blinking.
“You’re right. I’m capable of many things.” I grabbed the washcloth again, pretending to continue bathing. When he didn’t move, I shot him another hateful look. “Are you planning on watching?”
Ruger grabbed a towel from the closet, opening the thick terry and holding it out as he closed the distance to the tub. “Time to talk.”
“I’m not finished getting rid of your vile stench.” I expected him to slap me, something. Maybe I preferred it that way, so I could continue loathing the bastard. But he simply gave me a beckoning nod. The arrogant prick.
“You are now.”
The commanding tone of his voice should have been irritating. Instead, I found myself obeying, moving to a standing position. How could he demand such control over me? The way his eyes roamed my body, devouring me in such a ravaging manner showered a wave of chills down my spine even as my pussy quivered from the excessive heat.
He allowed me to grip the towel, but he didn’t walk away. When he brushed the back of his fingers across my cheek, I bit back a whimper.
His exhale was scattered and he finally looked away. “I’ll wait in the other room.”
“You’re a cop.” I blurted out the words.
The smile on his face was as calculated as I’d seen before. “I’m many things, including evil.” Instead of walking away as promised, he wrapped the towel around me, using one hand to rub all the way down my back.
Evil? “You are a cop or maybe an FBI agent. I’ve seen you in the court building.”
He surprised me when he unfastened his holster, taking his time. I shivered once again, watching him with interest. He was truly a handsome man, although I’d seen another flash in his eyes, so haunting in nature. He was damaged.
“Who are you, Ruger? What is really going on here? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
After positioning the holster on the counter, he slid a phone from his pocket, placing it beside his weapon.
I darted a glance at the phone. If I could get ahold of it, I could call for help.
His eyes followed me, a smirk curling on his lip. He moved closer, crowding my space. Very gently he pressed his palm against my cheek, using his thumb only as he rubbed up and down. The touch was so simple yet so powerful. “I’m a man determined to protect you, even though I doubt I’ll be able.”
“That seems odd coming from the very same man who abducted me.” I found myself nuzzling into his hand, enjoying the sweet caress, even as I thought about how to get the phone out of his possession. My nipples were hard little peaks, scraping against the towel in the most uncomfortable manner. I felt so small next to him, the rugged man towering over me by several inches.
He cupped the other side of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes as he lowered his head. “I had my reasons.”
“Are you going to tell me what they are?” His lips were now dangerously close to mine. Inhaling, the same exotic and very masculine scent assaulted my nostrils, filtering into my already overheated system.
“Eventually,” he whispered and pressed our lips together.
I pushed him hard, slapping my hands against his chest, able to break the connection. “Don’t! You need to leave or tell me who you are.”
“Who I am isn’t important.”
I had to know the truth. “You risked your career and your life to kidnap m
e with two men you’re not fond of. Although...” I thought about what I’d seen. “You knew the bounty hunter before. Didn’t you?”
He inhaled, holding his breath. “All your questions will be answered soon enough. Just know that... that I had my reasons. Ones that don’t concern you.”
“Then why, Ruger? Why?”
Sighing, he brushed the side of my face then his grip tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. “Because I’m not a good man, Carina. Make no mistake about that. Your attempts at psychoanalyzing me aren’t going to do you any damn good. Do you hear me? Drop it because it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“I don’t believe you. Call me crazy, but there’s so much more going on here. Trust me enough to tell me or leave me alone. I’ll stay in my room. I won’t bother you. Whether this is about ransom or something else, I won’t make any trouble.” I was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or the other.
“Is that what you really want, Carina? To be left alone? What we shared a few hours ago tells me otherwise.”
“You seduced me!” I snapped then sucked in my breath, struggling to get away but his grip was too firm.
“Did I? You didn’t seem to mind when you came on my fingers, your sweet juice covering every inch. I could tell you wanted more. You wanted me to fuck you. No, you expected that I would drive my cock deep inside. Isn’t that the truth?”
“No!” Groaning, a nervous laugh escaped my throat. “You don’t know me, Ruger just like I don’t have any idea about you. Or are we lying to each other?”
“Perhaps a little of both. So answer me. Do you really want me to leave you all alone?” He yanked me closer until our lips were almost touching.
God, I hated the fact I was so aroused, every cell more alive than they’d ever been. I was a fool to believe there would be any decent outcome to this.
“I...” I had no honest answer. Everything in my mind was swirling, reeling as my emotions ran all over the place. He was everything in a man I’d ever wanted, but not this way.
Or had I?
“Tell me!” He demanded.
“No. Yes. You’re a monster,” I managed, pushing hard against his chest but my pussy was so wet, my entire body covered in goose bumps.
“I’m exactly what you need,” he stated, taking several deep breaths.
Waiting.
Hungering.
I didn’t want him. I couldn’t want this.
But every portion of my body screamed for his touch. When he crushed his mouth over mine, yanking me closer to his body, the towel shifted. Without thinking, I slid my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers in his long hair. The kiss was more passionate than the one before, his tongue thrusting inside, dominating mine.
Every decent thought I’d had about men, and relationships was shattered. I was no longer the innocent girl, a woman upholding the law. I’d allowed a true beast to unlock the chains I’d had surrounding me my entire life. I was reckless in my desire, crazed with yearning, but nothing seemed to matter any longer but the touch of this man.
I knew I was quivering in his arms as he fisted my hair with one hand, raking his fingers down my naked back with the other. He caressed my ass, pulling me even closer until I could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock pressing against my belly. Suddenly, the wild fire erupted between us, the kiss becoming a roar of savage need.
I wanted Ruger with everything deep inside. I craved his hands roaming all over my naked body. The electricity soared, blinding me, my body ignited from his touch. Damn the consequences or the reasons I’d been locked away. Damn the harsh realities that would destroy this moment.
And damn the truth.
The moment of intimacy became even more crazed, manic as our tongues entwined. He was wild with desire, his savage sounds mixing with my moans, more electrified than ever.
When he broke the kiss, his hand still firmly wrapped around my hair, he issued a husky growl and nipped my lower lip. He moved his mouth down to my jaw, yanking back my head so he could lick and bite my neck.
The towel slipped away, falling in slow motion toward the floor. I was no longer shivering in his arms, the heat increasing to a wild fire. I slipped my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
Moaning, he cupped my breast, fingering my nipple in a brutal manner, his actions screaming of ownership.
I fumbled to get to his button and zipper, whimpering as his fingers pinched and twisted my nipple. The pain was extraordinary, sliding into every cell like a jolt of lightning.
He dropped his head, yanking me into a deep arch as he licked my skin, moving his mouth to my hardened bud. The second he took my nipple into his hot, wet mouth, I was forced to cling to him to keep from falling.
“Oh... I...” I muttered, my blood pressure soaring.
He sucked, taking the tender tissue between his lips and crawled his fingers down my stomach, brushing the tips just above my pussy.
Teasing me.
Tempting me.
I jerked at his shirt, maneuvering the material from his pants. I was able to slide my hand underneath, caressing his skin. He was hot to the touch, searing every nerve ending.
Groaning, he rubbed his lips across to my other breast, nipping and licking as he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit.
I was lost in the intense pleasure, fumbling to release his cock, but he had full control. I was putty in his hands, a woman lost in a single moment of ecstasy. Whoever he was and why he’d crossed the line of the law didn’t matter at this moment. I needed to feel him inside of me, thrusting his cock in hard and fast.
He sensed I was ready to succumb, releasing his hold and taking a step back. His eyes were nothing but blackened pools of lust, locked onto me as if ready for a feast. He peeled his skirt over his head, tossing the unwanted material then yanked off his boots.
My mouth watered at the sight of his broad chest and rippling muscles. He was chiseled like fine stone, with arms that were so powerful. Everything about him screamed danger in a beautiful surreal manner.
I inched closer, running my hands up and down his chest, my fingertips tingling from the light touch. The connection we shared was off the charts, my heart racing to the point echoes popped in my ears.
A slight smile crossed his voluptuous lips as he waited while I unfastened his pants, peeling away the edges. “Are you hungry for something, Carina?” he whispered.
My answer was simply to free his throbbing cock, sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. I shuddered and pushed down his pants with my other hand, longing to cup and squeeze his balls.
He struggled out of the tight confines, kicking them away and standing with his feet apart. Using just the tip of his finger, he lifted my chin, darting his eyes back and forth. “When I ask you a question, you need to answer.”
“Do I hunger for you? Yes. Why, I...” Swallowing, I suddenly felt embarrassed. There was no rhyme or reason to my answer. There was no sense in why I would crave him in any manner.
But my body had betrayed me.
I rolled his tight balls between my fingers, savoring the feel of them. Thick and swollen. As I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, he threw his head back and issued a series of guttural sounds.
So barbaric.
So enraptured.
“First, I take what I’ve been craving.” Ruger whisked me onto the counter, lifting and spreading my legs.
Gasping, my arms flew out, knocking over several bottles. I slapped my hands on the counter as he lowered his head, burying his face in my pussy. “Oh, God! Oh...” I was shocked at his vehemence, the way his thrust his tongue all the way inside. I was so wet, every part of me tingling.
His animalistic sounds floated into the room as he feasted, his fingers digging into my legs. He wasn’t going to let me go until he had his fill.
I couldn’t stop panting, blinking several times as the ecstasy overwhelmed me, driving into the very core of my entire being.
He licked all the w
ay up my pussy, swirling his tongue around my clit, biting down in a savage manner. He planted my feet on the counter, stretching me even wider then running his fingers on the insides of my thighs.
“Oh, my God.” I tossed my head back and forth, my toes curling as he licked and nipped. The second he slipped two fingers inside, I held my breath, slapping my hands against the mirror.
His actions became even more brutal, wiggling his head from side to side, covering his face with my juice. Two fingers became three then four, flexing open and pumping deep inside.
I stared down at him with hazy eyes, trying to think clearly, to concentrate in any manner, but I was simply on fire. His actions were so crazed even breathing was difficult. I inhaled, drinking in the wildly masculine scent of him, propelled into a moment of never neverland. “Oh, I... I’m going to.”
“Not yet. You don’t to come until I allow you,” he murmured, growling in his husky tone, sending another wave of shivers dancing down my spine. How could this man have so much control over me?
But he did.
And I craved more.
God help me, I did. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he pumped his fingers. Then the second he slipped his thumb between the cleft of my ass, I bristled. He was going to take every hole, violate me in every way. There was no doubt that he wanted me to belong to him. What would the others think? I could barely hold back the orgasm as he pushed his thumb inside my dark hole. The sensations were off the charts, sending me into the stratosphere.
He swirled his tongue, lapping my cream, thrusting in rapid fire motions, driving me to the very brink of madness.
“Please. God, please let me come.” My toes were curled, every muscle tense and my blood pressure sky high. I slapped and scratched at the glass, barely able to keep my legs in position. I was going to be forced to disobey him. Jesus.
He lifted his head, blowing a swath of hot air up and down my pussy. “I’m going to take you in every hole, my little Carina.”
“Yes. Yes. Just please let me come.” I blinked several times, attempting to focus and watching as he slipped two soaked fingers to my asshole. Moaning, I jerked up the second he slipped them inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. “Oh. Oh. Oh!”
