by Stone, Piper
“Now, come for me. Come,” he demanded as he placed his wide-open mouth on my pussy.
There was no holding back, no way I could stop the wave from cresting. “Oh... Yes!” The orgasm struck me hard, electricity soaring. There was no other sound from my throat, only ragged purrs as he finger fucked my ass, licking up every drop of cream.
Within seconds I was shattered again, another orgasm driving me into a blissful state of nirvana. Gasping for air, stars floated in front of my eyes. I had no idea how long the climax lasted, but I slumped against the mirror, blinking several times.
Ruger brushed his lips to my stomach, rubbing them back and forth before moving to a standing position and gathering me into his arms. “What do you think now, sweet Carina? Am I still a monster?”
The answer wasn’t an easy one. If he was a monster, what did that make me? “I’ll ask...you...again?” My question was breathless. “Who are you?”
“A man who knows you far too well.” His answer struck me in an odd fashion, as if he’d known me all his life.
I struggled to figure out who he was, and not just the cop he’d as much as admitted being. He was more, someone I’d known before.
He kissed my lips, growling as he blew across my cheek.
What could I say? This was nothing but a riddle, a game that I had no understanding of, but there was no denying our intense connection.
Then he gently pushed me to the ground. “Suck me, Carina. Show me just how hungry you truly are.”
I squeezed his testicles, using just enough pressure that his legs trembled. Twisting my other hand around his cock, I allowed the friction to create another wave of desire wafting between us.
And driving him crazy.
He exhaled and yanked the pin from my hair, immediately wrapping his fingers around my long strands. “You don’t know how much I want your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Purring, I eased his cock toward my lips, rubbing the tip around in zigzags and circles. I was still shaking, trying to put this into some perspective. I had to be sick inside.
Or was I simply a damn good actress?
Or was he everything that I’d ever craved.
I darted out my tongue, sliding the tip ever so slowly around his cockhead, savoring the taste. Staring up at him, I could see his eyes becoming unfocused, the desire burning within him even stronger. I swirled my tongue around and around before dragging the tip down the underside and all the while I pumped the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels so damn good,” he managed, breathless.
“Mmm...” I licked up and down then rolled my tongue across first one ball then the other, finally taking his testicle into my mouth.
Ruger jutted his hips forward as he placed his other hand on my head. “That’s it. Yes.”
Closing my eyes, I fell into a rhythm, licking and sucking, taking my time. After all, this was nothing more than a fantasy. After dragging my tongue back up the length of his shaft, I sucked on the tip until I knew he was losing control. I took an inch at a time into my mouth, relaxing my throat.
Within seconds, he took full control, sliding his cock in and out, the tip hitting the back of my throat. “So hot. God, your mouth is so hot.”
I kept my eyes locked on him, dropping my hands to my sides and surrendering to his control. I no longer allowed the shame to crawl through me, eating me alive. I would never tell anyone this had occurred, sharing something so intimate and dark, but I would remember.
As long as I was alive.
A single trickle of fear slithered into my system, a reminder of why and how I’d gotten here in the first place. He was my enemy, a man who should be locked away. What if circumstances were different? What if he was still a cop, upholding the right side of the law? Would this be as hot, as sinful?
He face fucked me hard and fast, moving in and out in rapid succession. He was a crazed man, his entire body straining. Everything about this was wrong, but I no longer cared. I wanted his cum trickling down my throat, licking up every last drop.
But he had other things in mind.
Ruger slipped his arms under mine, pulling me into a standing position and turning me around to face the mirror. He crushed his hips against my bruised ass, grinding back and forth. “Do you want me to fuck you, Carina? This time, it’s your choice.” His tone was deep, almost unrecognizable and his eyes... Dear God, his eyes were intoxicating.
As he nipped my ear, his eyes never leaving me, I gazed at his reflection. He could do anything he wanted to me and there would be nothing I could do. This alone told me that he wasn’t a horrible man, just a cop involved in a dangerous situation. “Ruger, I...” Why was the admittance so damn difficult?
“Your choice, but only this time.”
The promise made was one of three men prepared to devour every inch of me, taking me over and over again in every hole.
Fucking me.
Using me.
Owning me.
The words were powerful in my mind, swirling back and forth. I’d made a promise to myself to gain their trust, to learn of their intentions. This was something else entirely. Then the words slipped easily from my mouth.
“Fuck me. Just fuck me, Ruger.”
He breathed into my ear, sliding his tongue along my neck. “Then this is just the beginning.”
I felt his hand against my bottom, caressing, his rugged fingers kneading my skin. Within seconds he smacked first one then the other ass cheek, rubbing again.
“Oh...” I moaned even though there was no pain, just the incredible feeling of warmth encapsulating my body.
“You thrive on discipline,” he breathed, smacking me four more times.
The force was just enough to shove me onto my toes. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he slid his other hand down to fondle my nipple. My grip on the counter was firm, my nails digging in.
“You crave a firm hand, a man who refuses to allow you to get away with your disobedience.” A slight smile crossing his face, he spanked me again. And again.
The sound as his palm slapped against my bottom was like an incredible noise, a beautiful piece of music. I held my breath, spreading my legs even wider.
“And you need discipline on a regular basis.” Ruger kissed then bit my shoulder before repeating the move, peppering my ass, moving from one side to the other. He slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my mound.
“Yes.” Saying the word was oddly cathartic. I’d never been spanked before in my life. I’d never thought I could crave a dominating man in any manner, but Ruger was drawing every submissive side out of me. This was so crazy. This was so intense.
Suddenly, his fingers smacked my pussy lips hard and fast. I was in shock, the agony biting but quickly slipping into something euphoric. “Oh, God. Oh, God!”
“Such a bad girl.”
“Yes, sir. I am.”
Ruger spanked my pussy several times, the action unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I was so aroused, my nipples and breasts almost painful in their need.
“And I’ll give you everything you crave.” Ruger’s voice was nothing more than a velvety whisper floating across me.
“Please. Yes.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” His last words were strangled, his breathing more ragged than before. He smacked me several times then seconds later slid the entire length of his cock inside. “Yes!”
His exclamation matched my ragged moan. I dropped my head, taking several deep breaths as my pussy muscles strained to except his length, his wide girth. He was so large, filling me so completely.
He gripped my hips, his massive fingers digging into my tender skin. Just holding me. His cock firmly positioned inside. “So wet. God, you’re so tight.”
I could hear his ragged breathing, felt the way he throbbed inside of me. We fit too damn well together, this stranger I didn’t know, the man who’d dragged me from the comfort of my home. My muscles tightened around the thick invasi
on, holding him in place, even pulling his cock in deeper.
He breathed across my neck as he began to slide in and out, taking his time, pulling all the way out. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it harder?”
“God, yes.”
The tease was almost too much for me to take. Panting, I thrust my hips back until he was firmly seated inside, my entire body aching from the ravaging desire. I could make no sense of why this felt so damn good, but everything about this was right.
Sinful.
Perfect.
He began pumping in and out, moving in the most perfect orchestration. This rogue and dangerous man had a gentle side to him, as if he wanted nothing more than to provide extreme pleasure.
I closed my eyes, savoring the fantasy as he took me, skin slapping against skin, my heart racing from the beautiful intensity. I arched my back, accepting every hard thrust and wanting even more. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” The words kept slipping from my mouth, driving him to plunge even harder.
His actions became savage, a man taking the woman he’d been craving. I knew in my heart our connection had nothing to do with the kidnapping. While my mind was muddled, my emotions all over the place, my instinct was on point.
As it always was.
His brutal actions continued, the force driving me hard against the counter. The man was possessive in all things, his actions riddled with the kind of control I’d never experienced. I tried to keep watching, the reflection telling of utter passion, but I became lost in the bliss, wanting him to erupt inside of me. I wanted him to fill me with his seed.
He became the barbarian, the almost crazed monster filling me. Fucking me. I met every feral thrust with one of my own, our rhythm almost perfect. I could tell he was close to coming, but he was so controlled, waiting, holding back.
I squeezed, clenching until he threw his head back and roared. The sound was sweet, intense and filled the space.
As he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pumping harder and faster, I finally closed my eyes, falling into the fantasy once again. This man was...glorious.
“You. Need. More.” His words were almost inaudible.
“Yes.”
“You need everything.”
“Oh, yes.” I heard my answer and smiled, lolling my head. When he pulled all the way out, smacking his cock against my pussy, I issued a series of whimpers.
“Now, I fuck you in the ass.” He chuckled darkly as he slipped the tip of his cock between my cheeks.
I held my breath, trying to keep from crying out. Only twice had I been fucked in the ass and there hadn’t been a moment of enjoyment. But I wanted this.
I craved this.
No, I needed this.
He wrapped his hand around my hair, lowering his head until he could whisper into my ear, “Whatever happens, you’ll always belong to me.” He slid inside, taking his time at first then thrusting the entire length inside.
“Oh!” As he pulled me into a deep arc, the sensations moved from anguish to something I’d never experienced before—pure nirvana. I couldn’t breathe, could barely think as the rapture swelled deep within, driving me to the point of raw bliss.
He held me, pressing his lips against my neck then raking his teeth across my skin.
The combination was so incredible. The fire burning within me shifted into something else entirely, a wild fire prepared to consume every inch of my body. “God, fuck me.” Was this the same woman begging for a man to fuck her ass, to plunge deep and hard?
“With pleasure.” Ruger pulled out, keeping just the tip inside. He eased both hands to my breasts, caressing roughly, his huge hands molding me into something else entirely.
I was his for the taking.
I was his for the taming.
I almost laughed, the craziness of the experience so difficult for me to comprehend. I should hate him, loathe the monster fucking me like a wild animal. But I couldn’t. I simply fell into the rhythm as he began to pump in and out, taking his time as if savoring every second of what he was doing to me.
The sounds were utterly animalistic and as I breathed, the steam built up in a firestorm of steam across the mirror, hiding my features. And still, I couldn’t take my eyes off my reflection—our reflection as he continued to fuck me. This wasn’t about making love, but the passion was raw and unbridled, perhaps catching us both off guard.
He picked up speed, slamming into me as he bent me further over the counter, his fingers moving to pinch my nipples. He plucked and twisted, bringing me another round of ecstasy.
How could I enjoy the pain? How could I hunger for even more?
The force pressed my face against the glass as he took me, pumping in rapid and crazed motions. Time seemed to stand still, this moment a brief capture of the people were truly were, or at least had become.
Savage.
Hungry.
Panting, my body reacted without thinking, meeting every hard thrust, slamming my hips against his beautiful and rugged body. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t feel alive, every cell pumping with blood, my heart thumping hard against my chest.
When his breathing changed, becoming more ragged, I clamped down, squeezing until I heard his crazed roar.
“Fuck!” His entire body began to shake, his control lost and within seconds, I could feel when he erupted deep inside.
The moment of pure satisfaction was extreme, pulling me into another zone. So sublime. So unpredicted. This was almost perfect. Just as quickly as the desire had become overwhelming, the utter shame of what had just occurred did as well. I was sick, shaking like a leaf. What in God’s name had I done?
Ruger slowly lowered his head as he covered my body with his. Our combined reflection was sensual, two people basking in the afterglow of passionate sex.
Only we didn’t know each other.
There would be no happy-ever-afters.
And I knew for certain, he’d sold his soul to protect something or someone much more precious.
Which meant that within a few days, I would be dead.
Chapter Seven
Ruger
The unknown player in this ridiculous game was Aleksandr. My distrust remained.
I’d left Carina alone, insisting she remain in her room. We both needed time, myself more than the woman I’d just...taken. A bitter taste remained in my mouth and not because of the luscious girl who fueled every fire, igniting my loins in every manner. Sadly, I was disgusted with myself. She needed to know the truth about who I was in order to have any trust in what would have to occur.
Breathtaking.
Beautiful.
Bold.
There weren’t enough words in the English language to describe her, or the way I felt about her. All I could think about at this point was protecting her, keeping her safe from the various monsters ready to thwart her life. Hissing, I could barely concentrate, my feelings raw and my nerves on edge.
An alternate plan would put all of us in danger, and it would only work if Aleks was exactly who he purported himself to be. I’d been very succinct about what I wanted inside the safehouse, including the use of a secure computer. I’d done something right in this sea of bullshit.
I moved into the small office, closing the door softly and locking it. At this point, I wanted complete privacy.
The laptop was located exactly where described by my contact, hidden in a cabinet inside the small closet. The powerful machine took no time to power up and within two minutes, I was logged into a special network. Searching for a KGB agent was difficult at best, their manners of hiding their operatives far better than anything within the United States. Trying to locate one that had served undercover was a near impossibility. However, my specialized training in the military had provided certain credentials, allowing me access to information less than one percent of members of the CIA or FBI were given.
Fifteen minutes later, I found what I was looking for. The KGB operative’s picture was
from several years ago, but there was no mistaking the man’s identity. Aleksandr Olatoff was actually Aleksandr Petrov, a highly decorated agent. The information within his file was substantial, although the last entry was the most interesting.
The date of his death.
Either Aleksandr was acting as an undercover operative or he’d gone rogue as thought. He could be a loose cannon and working for the Raven or had indeed been chasing the monster for five years. After a few additional minutes of searching, I was able to find a single news article on Aleks’ wife. She’d been gunned down in their home by an unknown assailant. At least I knew he was telling a partial truth.
What little I was able to find on the shadowy leader of the Trust also confirmed Alek’s story regarding the man known as the Raven. The cunning murderer had many monikers and had been reported to be behind some of the most significant assassinations and kidnappings throughout the world, but no one had ever laid eyes on him.
Just like members of the Trust remained hidden, their identities kept concealed at any cost.
The Raven had certainly never been on the Baton Rouge radar. Not officially anyway. There’d been scattered bits of information, quickly squelched. The rumors I’d heard came directly from within the Dioletti organization. A red flag remained.
What I did know is that there were also powerful factions in law enforcement within Baton Rouge and the surrounding area, as well as the corporate world who I considered dirty—Lucian Masters being head of the class. I’d been a fool to stay in my birth city. I was following the footsteps of my father—traitor.
I clenched my fist, abating the anger resurfacing. I had no time to deal with my own shit.
There were portions of this particular story that made no sense. Why go to all this trouble? Was Santana Dioletti that much of an enemy to the Raven? If he was then Santana had already made inroads to controlling more of the drug market. Even in prison, Santana would have no issue expanding his business.
One last search indicated no one had noticed Carina was missing. So far. I almost breathed a sigh of relief given we still had time to figure out what we were going to do, but that concept felt out of place. We couldn’t take her back to Louisiana or she’d likely be killed within the first twenty-four hours and all three of us would be arrested. There was no correct method of getting the hell out of this that I could envision. Disgusted, I shoved the computer back into its hiding spot and sat on the edge of the desk.
