Break Me (Taken Series Book 2)

by Cannavina, Whitney

  Everything happened so fast at the house that I didn't get to process my feelings or thoughts. Damon slipped through my door startling me. I wasn't expecting Damon to be here and as much as it pleased me to see him, it also scared the shit out of me knowing he was here. He would be killed if he was caught, but for some reason I know he isn't here alone. If Damon is here, that means Forrest is here somewhere. If Forrest is here then they are going to try to help me escape.

  "Damon, you can't be here. If Jeremy finds you, he will kill you."

  He smirks at me and I groan. "Hey sis. It would be nice if you said how much you missed me." I smile despite my fear.

  "God I missed your humor. Now leave. Before he catches you, please." I plead with him. It would kill me if I were the reason he was hurt or worse, killed.

  "But sis, I am here to rescue you. Normally it's the prince who saves his princess but your knight in shining armor is busy right now so you get me." He spreads his arms wide as if I should be ecstatic he is here but I am in fear of what Jeremy will do to them.

  "NO! Oh, god no. You need to go get him, Damon. Jeremy knows. He is going to kill him. You need to get him and get out of here before you both are caught. Please Damon. Please get out of here."

  "Too late now sis. Besides, the feds will be here soon and I am supposed to get you out of here before they crash through those front doors and storm the place. Forrest doesn't want you to possibly get hurt. Besides, I have a feeling Forrest will be just fine."

  I chew my lip and wring my hands unsure of what to do. As much as I want them to leave, I want just as much to be rescued.

  "We need to hurry though so just stop thinking so much and stay behind me." I blow out a nervous breath and nod my head. I'll just give them both hell when this is all said and done. Damon grabs my hand and squeezes before winking at me causing me to roll my eyes.

  "I need some theme music. I feel like Batman. Give me the Batman theme song before we head out." I chuckle quietly before humming the batman song.

  "Stay behind me, if you see any movement or hear something, tug the bottom of my shirt. Don't make a noise just in case we missed someone when we came in."

  "Ok." I whisper.

  "Let's jet." Damon's stupid saying has me smiling even in the worst situations. God I missed him. I missed my family so much it hurts.

  We sneak out into the hall and head to the stairs. Damon has his gun ready for whatever as he looks around for any danger. Motioning with his head in the direction of the door, I nod even though he isn't looking at me, and we slowly creep down with our backs to the wall. My heart his hammering, palms are sweaty, and my hope is soaring the closer we get to our escape. We are so close. Freedom is just a few feet away. I can see into the office and my heart stops for a moment before racing at the sight of Forrest. I can't hear what he is saying and it doesn't matter. Just the sight of him is like receiving water after walking the barren desert in the hot son for days.

  I drink him in for the brief moment and feel relief at the sight of this strong, beautiful man that seems to have defied even death just to rescue me. My heart soars with overwhelming love for Forrest. How I ever thought my feelings for Jeremy were real, I have no clue. Seeing Forrest again, I know that those feelings are pure and the love I thought I had for Jeremy was just a lie. I didn't love Jeremy, I just accepted my fate and imagined my feelings to help me cope. Loving Forrest, now that is true and pure love and I will never again mistake it for something else.

  Just when I think we are going to make it I'm shoved roughly to the ground at the same time the pop of a gun goes off before another quickly follows. I wait for the pain to come but feel nothing as I look around for the source of the shots. A guard lays earthly still at the bottom of the steps and already a pool of blood has started to form where he lay. I look over towards where I was pushed and find Damon lying on the cold floor barely moving. I can see his chest moving up and down slowly and nothing else. I crawl over not noticing the puddle before my hand lands in it. When I look down it is not just a puddle, but a pool of blood coming from Damon. I look quickly for the source and put my hand to the spot I see the blood leaking from.

  "Damon. Wake up Damon. You're going to be ok." His eyes flutter open slowly and I can see him trying to mask the pain in his eyes.

  ***

  After I called for Forrest, everything else became a blur. Things moved frantically around me and time seemed to not exist. Arriving at the hospital, being checked over and waiting for my parents to arrive could have taken anywhere from twenty minutes to twenty hours. I was too out of it to really notice what was going on. The shock of the day, from Damon being shot, and from my escape hadn't settled yet. So much happened and I was still reeling from it all. Even Forrest's presence in the waiting room didn't seem to bring me out of my shock.

  I vaguely remember my parents arriving at the hospital and worrying over me. I know they cried as they held me and told me they missed me but it's all just a hazy memory. I don't remember exactly what they were saying to me, I barely registered when the police came to ask me questions, I can't even remember who helped me out of the room into the waiting room to wait to hear about Damon's condition. If I answered their questions, I can't remember.

  I only remember the moment the doctor came out to let us know what was happening with Damon. To hear the words that Damon would no longer be in our lives was like a vice squeezing my chest. I have never felt such pain. It hurt. I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and never come out knowing that if it weren't for me, he would still be alive. He jumped in front of a bullet for me. It was ridiculous but the blood on my hands, Damon's blood, was a metaphor. I had his death on my hands. I wished it were I instead of him that died. I deserve to be dead.

  We cried for what seemed like forever, my parents holding each other while Forrest held me close, so close that I can hear and feel every beat of his heart against my ear. It was soothing in a way. I used its strong and steady beat as a way to calm myself. I needed Forrest more than ever and whether he likes it or not, he needs me just as much. We are all we have and hearing him blame himself for this mess pisses me off but I let it slide for now. We need to have a talk just not right now. Right now we need each other.

  Later, when we finally make it home, Forrest guides me to the bathroom without a word. I have no idea where my parents are, probably still at the hospital taking care of the paperwork most likely. Forrest doesn't utter a word and it's a relief knowing we don't need words to comfort each other. Helping me to undress, he takes extra care with me as if I am a china doll that will break at the slightest touch. Even though I am not as breakable as he may think, he must know that I need this.

  Without my notice, he had turned on the shower and already the bathroom was heating up with the steam from the cascading hot water. Stripping himself down, he throws all of our clothing into the trash before helping me step into the steaming shower with him. Holding me close under the hot spray, I feel myself start to relax. My tense muscles start to loosen and the comfort of Forrest has me silently crying. The tears fall from my eyes but I don't make a sound. I watch as Forrest squeezes the liquid soap onto the sponge and with careful movements, begins to rub the dirt, blood, and pain from my skin. I know he can see the scars that line my body as he tenses over each one but he must know not to talk about them right now. Instead, he continues to clean me from head to toe carefully before washing himself.

  I watch the last of Damon's blood washed from our bodies go down the drain with care. That is the last piece of Damon I have even if it is a sick way of looking at it. Forrest plugs the bath and switches the water off from the showerhead to pour out of the faucet to fill the tub. Carefully he lowers me down to a sitting position before sliding in behind me and pulling me close between his legs.

  We sit quietly as the bath fills up but the silence is comforting in a way. I don't want to talk about what happened today or even about the past few months that I have been held captive. As much as I know he
wants to question me about my time, and how much I want to question him about his, right now this time is for us. We need each other and all the unanswered questions can wait.

  By the time the water is done, I am tired of waiting. I need Forrest in every way. I need him to love me, comfort me, and help stop the constant noise in my head that doesn't seem to want to shut off. I know he probably just wants to hold me close but I need to be connected to him in every way.

  Forrest looks so unsure, like a lost puppy afraid to get too close. The pain I see in his eyes that he can't hide lets me know that he hurts more than he is letting on. I knew this already, but my big strong man is just that, big and strong. But sometimes no matter how strong you are, there are some things you need help with to over come. There are too many reasons he is in pain right now but if we can at least help each other forget, for just a little while at least, then maybe it will help make it just a little bit easier.

  I spread my legs to go on either side of his hips and slide my hands around his neck to glide through his long hair. He looks different now. Harder, angrier, more like a killer. His hair has grown out to his shoulders, he now sports a grizzly looking beard and mustache, and his muscles have grown from big to massive. I've never seen anyone look so large and scary. But knowing he is my Forrest, he's not so scary to me. He may look different on the outside to most, but when I look into his eyes, I know he is the same man on the inside. There is no mistaking that he has broken bit by bit from the things that had occurred, and that he his harder, darker, and more killer than man now, but with me, he will always be the same man.

  "I love the new look. It fits you." I whisper. I give him a small smile to help ease some of his strain.

  "Hmm. I guess I'll have to keep it then." He still doesn't smile so I decide to help him forget his pain the only way I know how. The only way that I think will help even just a little bit.

  Forrest's hands slowly glide over my back up and down while his eyes never leave mine. I grind against his length letting him know what I want and slowly the pain in his eyes turns to desire. Desire for me. I was afraid that he wouldn't want me even though he has been attentive but now I know he does. I grind against him again and a quiet moan escapes my lips before I can suppress it. His hands stop their ministrations and grab tightly to my hips. Before I can second-guess if this is really something we should be doing, I lift myself before sliding down his rigid cock.

  The memory of my time spent with Jeremy instantly vanishes from the pure pleasure Forrest gives me. We moan in unison as I slide, fully encasing his hard cock to the hilt. God how I missed this, missed him. One night was never enough. I lost him before we ever really started but not again. I will never lose him again. This right here, right now, him deep inside of me, touching me in the deepest parts of my body and soul, is home.

  I don't move right away, wanting to just stay in this blissful moment in time of our coming together after being apart for far too long but my body begs me to move, to find my release and his. I stare deep into Forrest's eyes as he does mine while I slowly start to move in circles, before grinding, lifting up, and sliding torturously and slowly back down and repeating this over and over. The build is slow but not any less powerful. We moan quietly, our grips never wavering from each other and our gazes locked during the entire process. We want to see as we both come apart. Every emotion, feeling, and pleasure plays out before us. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, our bodies crash over in a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure causing us to both cry out. Not once, even as our orgasms overtook us did we break our connection. It was perfect in every way and already, even as my body is exhausted, my pussy clenches greedily for more as I grind down again.

  Forrest's light chuckle surprises me and I can't help but smile at the beautiful sound. "You gotta give me a few minutes before I can go again, baby girl." God, how I missed his voice and hearing the words 'baby girl' fall from his lips.

  "Let's get you dried off and in some clean clothes." Lifting me effortlessly off him, he pulls the plug and steps out with me grabbing a soft, light blue towel from the rack and wrapping it tightly around me before grabbing one for himself.

  When we step out and walk to my room across the way, I know the house is still empty besides us. Forrest closes the door behind me and locks it before leading me to the bed and having me lie down. "Fuck I missed you baby girl. You have no idea just how much. I was so fucking scared I had lost you. I just need to hold you." He pulls me close with his head in my hair while his breath skitters across my neck causing goose flesh to rise. I feel safe in his arms.

  I know how he feels. After thinking for so long that he was dead, seeing him now, in the flesh I can finally let go. And so I do. Even though we are both still wet, we drop the towels to the floor and slide under my covers holding each other skin to skin, not ever waning to let go.

  I cry for the loss of Damon, for the time I lost with my family and Forrest, and for everything they went through while I was captive. But most of all, I cry for Forrest because he nearly lost everything because of me. He nearly lost his life. From this day forward, I will never be that weak girl who couldn't protect herself. I need to be strong for me but mostly I need to be strong for Forrest.

  "I thought you were dead. I nearly died that day when I saw you on the floor after having been shot. But you're here. You're in my arms again, alive and strong."

  "Sierra, I will always come back to you. Always. Nothing can stop me. Not even death." I tremble at his words.

  I don't know how long we lay there before he starts to kiss my neck. At first, they are light pecks. Slowly the pecks turn to nips while his tongue sooths quickly after. All along my neck and jaw, Forrest continues his kisses while his hands slowly explore my skin. His touch warms me causing my arousal to burn with need. I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache that's started but no amount of pressure will work. I need Forrest touching me where I ache with his hands, his mouth. Fuck. I need his cock inside of me. That is the only thing that will quiet the need within me.

  Sliding my hands down, I squeeze his ass and pull him close while I throw one leg around his waist. His cock rests hot and hard between us but I need more. I firmly grip him in my hand and slide my hand over the head feeling the first signs of arousal as the bead of pre-cum coats my palm. I continue to fist him tightly moving slowly up and down his cock causing his cock to jerk in my hand and his hips to rock back and forth wanting more.

  Rolling me onto my back, Forrest hovers over me but my hand never wavers from its hold. With his arm beside my head keeping his weight off me, he uses the other to remove my hand from his length before replacing it with his. He rubs the head between my slick folds coating him with my arousal. Teasing me, I am about to tell him to fuck me before finally, he does. Positioning his cock at my entrance, he slams into me hard and fast and groans deeply into my ear.

  We made love before but this, this is fucking at its finest. Every thrust of his hip causes me to slide further up my bed before finally he grips my hip to keep me in place. He is fighting to erase the pain as I had tried earlier.

  Thrust. Grind. Thrust. Grind.

  He is giving me pleasure. Pain. And a deep sense of completeness with each thrust. My orgasm explodes fast and hard not giving me the chance to warn Forrest I was going to cum. I screamed in pleasure louder than I ever thought possible as my vision spotted and my toes curl inward. It was the most exquisite feeling in the world as my pussy clenched around his pulsing hard length ripping his orgasm from him only moments later and milking every drop of his seed. His roar of pleasure bordered on pain it seems as he emptied himself deep into my womb.

  I have never thought I would have this again. This pure heaven with him in my arms. I want him to wash away every touch, every word, and every moment that happened while I was in Jeremy's clutches. I thought that if I ever got out alive, I wouldn't be able to stand the touch of a man, but with Forrest, I feel safe. Knowing he is the one touching me, holding me
, and loving me makes me feel almost whole.

  In time, I know I will never forget, but I will eventually move on and Forrest is the reason for that. He will help me through it one day at a time. But first, I have to tell him everything.

  Every scar and the meaning for it.

  Every painful memory that will eventually be just that. A memory.

  And the pregnancy. Both of them. He needs to know.

  Chapter 11

  Jeremy

  "Fuck." My frustration and anger are at an all time high. Never have I been this fucking pissed. Not even when that little fucking asshole took Sierra from me the first time had I ever felt the fury rippling through my body and pouring off me in waves.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck. God dammit. Fuck." The man who helped me escape is the one and only, Omar.

  When I was making my escape I didn't think I would get far seeing as the only way out was the front gate and I couldn't go far when I was bleeding out and without a car.

  Omar had decided to collect early, that dumb fuck. I guess waiting until the next morning was just too long of a wait for him. After seeing the commotion at the front gates he drove around and saw me attempting to run from the spot those little shits got in from. Calling me over since I hadn't seen him right away, I hurried into his car, and we drove off. The one man who I actually disliked because of his disposition was the one man who helped me when I needed it. I plan to make him a part of my business when this is all said and done.

  "Well, well, well. For once you are in a very precarious position." Or maybe I'll just shoot the annoying fucker. The smile gracing his lips is really starting fucking pissing me off more if that were even possible.

  "Fuck off Omar."

  "Now is that any way to talk to the man that helped you escape from being caught and arrested? You could be in a jail cell becoming someone's bitch right about now. You're pretty enough for it. Or that boy could have killed you. Instead, you are safe in my house and yet you talk to me with disrespect. Why, I have a mind to call the police and let them know exactly where you are at this moment." Glaring at him, he laughs.