I’m next.
I glance over my shoulder, looking for an exit but there aren’t any. My chin starts trembling as the seconds tick away slower than normal.
There’s an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I stare at the door, dreading the second that it’s going to open.
When it finally does my legs buckle. I reach out and place my palm on the cold cement wall, trying to focus on my breathing so I don’t pass out.
The first girl hurries out of the room, looking wide eyed and panicked. She looks like a soldier returning from the battlefield who saw more than she expected to see.
It makes me feel even worse.
The door slides closed and I close my eyes, wishing that I was anywhere but here. I wish for my man to come and save me.
He’s not real but he comes to me during my dark hours when I close my eyes. He came to me in that horrible moment when my father died. I was falling into the abyss and he’s the one who grabbed me, and pulled me out. He held me to his chest and rocked me, telling me everything was going to be okay.
I never saw his face but I could feel his loving presence, wrapping around me and filling me with warmth.
He came to me when the bank took my house and I walked with my backpack full of clothes from friend’s house to friend’s house, begging them to let me stay on their couch. He was there for me then, holding my hand as I stumbled down the sidewalk in shoes that I outgrew months ago, encouraging me, telling me that he was coming for me and that when he did, everything was going to be okay.
He comes for me in my times of need and my heart nearly breaks when he leaves me all alone now.
I need him more than ever but he doesn’t come.
I’m truly on my own.
The door slides open again, and before I can run away, a strong hand grips my arm and throws me forward. “No crying,” the woman barks.
I hold back a scream as I end up in the middle of the round room with the harsh bright lights beating down on me. The only exit slides closed behind me, and I feel my face turn pale.
My heart is racing in my chest. My stomach is rock hard.
I gulp down terrified breaths as I slowly look around at the dark glass panels that make up the walls. There are eight of them, shaped like an octagon.
They can see me but I can’t see them. All I see is a hazy reflection of a scared little girl who looks like me.
It’s then that I feel a familiar presence. It’s like a wave of warm air coming at me from one of the panels. I turn to it and stare in shock as I recognize him. He’s here with me. My man.
Every second in here feels like a tick, tick, tick like I’m standing next to a bomb about to go off.
But somehow, with my man’s presence here with me, I feel strangely okay.
The buzzer rings when the bids are finished and the door behind me slides open.
But…no…
He never came to save me. The presence is there but he does nothing when I need him the most.
My stomach hardens once again as I turn to the door, feeling dizzy and more alone than ever. I clutch my stomach, trying not to cry as I take a step forward.
And then, he comes.
The window behind me shatters as a chair flies through it and skids to a stop at my feet.
He bursts through the broken window and rushes up to me as I stare at him with my heart drumming in my chest.
He’s stunning.
His body towers over me. He’s thick with muscle under his tightly tailored suit that screams of wealth and power. The intense look in his dark eyes makes my muscles quiver.
I knew he would come for me. This is fate unfolding before my eyes.
“I’m taking you.”
His voice is firm. Dominant. Full of power and control.
It’s exactly what I need to hear. I’ve been waiting months for him to come to me and say those words.
I’ve been waiting for him to save me.
He’s waiting for an answer but I’m lost in his intense dark eyes.
I nod. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
God, have I been waiting.
He lunges forward and grabs me with strong, confident arms, tossing me over his round shoulder easily. A small moan falls from my lips when I feel his big masculine hand grip the back of my naked thigh to hold me in place.
Lust and arousal courses through me at being stolen like this. The swirling warmth settles between my legs making me wet under his hard touch.
Someone starts banging on one of the windows from the other side and he doesn’t wait around to find out who it is. Without another word he sprints out the door, carrying me over his shoulder with him.
Carrying me to safety.
Carrying me to where I belong.
With him.
3
Max
We explode out of the main doors of the building into the cool night sky, and I get a burst of energy when I see my rented limo waiting for me across the street. It’s wedged between a dozen or so other limos but I recognize mine immediately because my driver installed golden rims on it.
I’m holding onto Jessica tight as she bounces on my shoulder with every pump of my sprinting legs. I dart my head around, looking for more security but the street is empty.
For a building full of a billionaires, the security is pretty light. I only ran into two security guards on the way out and they were amateur at best. I took them both out easily, knocking them out cold with my fists.
I head for the limo, hoping that the driver is in there and not getting a bite to eat or taking a piss somewhere. The driver’s seat is empty.
“Fuck!” I shout, kicking a dent into the door. The fucker better have left the keys inside or he’s a dead man.
I take a breath of relief when I look in and see them resting on the dash.
“I’m getting you out of here,” I say as I run around the car and open the passenger side door. Jessica’s skirt runs up high on her milky thighs as I lower her to her feet and the sight of her white cotton panties is enough to make me moan out loud.
She climbs into the passenger’s seat and I hesitate for a second before closing the door. She looks so damn tempting sitting there with her cleavage in full view and her school girl skirt hiked up her legs. It’s painful to take my eyes off her.
Running footsteps slam onto the pavement behind me and I shake out of my daze, closing the door and sprinting back to the driver’s side. I jump in and start the engine, peeling away from the curb as the security guards arrive at the limo.
Jessica screams as one guy grabs her door and tries to open it. He gets his foot run over for the effort.
I grit my teeth as I look at him through the rearview mirror, sitting on his ass and screaming as he holds his injured foot. If I wasn’t in such a hurry to get this sweet girl to safety, I would throw it into reverse and give him a kiss on his lips with my bumper.
Jessica struggles to keep steady as she slides around on the long front seat as I speed through the dark streets, taking sharp turns and accelerating at a pace that limousines weren’t designed to go at.
“Put your seatbelt on,” I command when I finally slow down. I’m confident that there’s no one following me now. There’s no way they could have caught up and anyway, they have no idea which direction I went.
She does as I say and I loosen my death grip on the steering wheel now that she’s safe with me.
“Where’s the driver?” she asks, looking into the backseat.
Her voice sends warm shivers shooting through me with every word that she speaks.
“He’s not here,” I say with a shrug. I guess he’s walking home.
The threat to her is gone yet my heart is still pounding as hard as it was when we were being chased. There are so many feelings ripping through me and it feels like I’m being crushed by the weight of them. They don’t make sense. How can I be so obsessed with this girl who I don’t even know?
The answers will come soon enough
The need to claim her is raging through my veins, eating me alive with its primal demands.
I would stop the limo and take her now but I want to keep her forever and it won’t be safe until we’re in the air, flying out of the country.
I merge onto the empty highway and speed down the middle lane, heading for the airport. I have a private jet waiting for me. Waiting for us.
“Are you okay?” I ask, turning to look at her for the first time since our getaway started. She looks so small and delicate sitting there, looking like she’s getting swallowed by the large seat. The shine of the streetlights dance across her innocent face, making her look even more beautiful if that’s possible.
In that moment, I know I did the right thing. I’ll probably be a wanted man now, living on the run now that seven powerful billionaires saw me take what wasn’t mine.
There will be repercussions. For them. If they try and take this young girl away from me, they’ll see that she is mine and mine alone.
Her sweet pink lips curl up into the faintest of smiles and her cheeks sink in with the most adorable dimples ever made. They make my heart skip a beat and the sight is so pure and wholesome that I have a strong urge to pull the vehicle over and stare at her for hours.
Just get to the airport. Once you have her in the air you can stare at her for days. Years even.
“I’m okay now,” she says, nodding as she tucks a strand of her silky brown hair behind her ear. “Where are we going?”
“The airport.”
“Oh,” she says, clasping her hands in her lap. She looks nervous as her fingers fidget against those smooth legs of hers.
I want to ease all of her worries. I want her to never be scared or upset again. I want to rip all of the hurt and sorrow from her life and fill it with feelings of love, devotion, and lust.
“You’ll come with me on my plane and we’ll go somewhere safe until this blows over. Or until I can deal with it.”
She nods her head but doesn’t say a word. She’s a good girl. Beautiful. Obedient. She knows that she’s already mine and she’s not fighting it.
“What’s your name?” She looks up at me with the most innocent doe-like eyes and the sight makes my dick rage in my pants. I still can’t believe that she’s here with me. I still can’t believe that she’s mine.
“Max Banks.”
“Max Banks,” she repeats under her breath.
I hope you like the last name because it’s going to be yours soon.
“Thank you for saving me, Max Banks,” she says, smiling shyly at me.
Hearing my name on those luscious pink lips makes my nerve endings tingle. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful before.
Her sweet virgin smell is filling the front of the limo, making me even more desperate to get out of here. The scent is so pure yet clouded with lust and desire. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight.
The exit for the airport is up ahead and I switch lanes, stealing a peek at her gorgeous tits before exiting the highway.
I should take her straight to my private hangar and carry her into the plane even if I have to do it with her kicking and screaming, but I want her to want to come with me.
She looks around nervously as I slow to a stop, pulling over to the curb. It’s an industrial area with dark empty parking lots. “Are we here?”
My nerves are shaking through me. I don’t know why I can’t keep myself together around this girl. Every second is a struggle. My inner caveman is trying to burst free and claim her on the spot but that’s not how an angel like her deserves to be treated.
“I can take you out of here.”
Her eyes soften as she looks at me. Fuck, those eyes…they’re going to be the death of me.
“I can bring you somewhere safe. Where no one can ever hurt you again.”
Her smooth young skin flushes a gorgeous pink as she listens. It takes everything I have not to reach out and touch her. There will be time for that later but right now it’s important that she understands what I’m saying.
“I’ll provide you with whatever you desire. Forever. Money, clothes, trips, expensive dinners, diamonds. You ask for it and it’s yours.”
Her eyes light up at my words but her lips stay closed as I continue. “But it’s going to come at a cost. I want you. Not just your body, although I’ll take that too. I want you. To own you.”
She licks her lips as she sits there as still as a statue, staring at me with the sexiest eyes that I’ve ever seen.
I can feel the obsession already rooted deep inside of me. They’ll be no letting go of it. I’m fixated on her. Completely consumed by her eyes, her skin, her touch. I want to own her because she already owns me.
The tension mounts within me as each second slowly drags on in silence.
“You’ll be my girl,” I continue in a firm voice. I want her to know that I’m serious and mean every carefully chosen word. “No other man will be allowed to touch you. No other man will be allowed to look at you. You’ll exist for me. You’ll stay by my side and have my children. In exchange, I’ll protect you until the last breath is ripped out of my dying lungs. I’ll treat you like no other man can. I’ll give you everything that you need. I’ll love you completely with every cell in my body.”
My stomach flutters with butterflies as I wait for her answer. She’s coming with me either way but I need to know if it’s going to be walking by my side while holding my hand or kicking and screaming over my shoulder.
My heart stops as she leans across the seat, sending a whiff of her vanilla perfume wafting into my swirling head. She reaches out and smiles as she grabs my hand. “Where are we going?”
It’s the four happiest words of my life. I want to punch the ceiling in happiness. I want to rush out of the car and do a jig on the highway. I want to jump on top of her and claim her this instant.
Instead I just grit my teeth and hit the gas. The sooner I get her into my plane, the better.
Because then, she we won’t be able to change her mind.
And she’ll be mine forever.
4
Jessica
Max makes sure that I’m seated in his private jet okay before he races out to find the pilots. He called his assistant who was supposed to get them ready but the hangar was empty when we arrived.
I only realize how safe I felt with him beside me when he leaves and I’m alone once again.
“He’ll be back,” I whisper to myself as I take a deep breath.
The inside of the jet is pure luxury. Flat screen TVs, a bar, big comfy couches. The leather seat that I’m in is so comfy that it almost absorbs me into it like I’m sitting on a soft cloud.
I look out the window for a few minutes and smile as I see Max march back into the hangar with the pilots. He’s got one by the back of the collar, practically dragging him across the ground as the other one races ahead, fixing his tie as he races up the steps.
I always knew that he would come for me. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.
Now I have nothing to worry about. I’m under his protection and when he says that he won’t let anything bad happen to me, I believe him.
“Start the engines,” Max barks when he’s back in the plane with the pilots. “Now!”
The feeling of security returns when he walks back into the cabin. His eyes look tense and worried but then his face softens as he takes a breath of relief when he sees me still sitting here.
He looks different in the soft lighting of the plane. It may be the fact that he’s not smashing windows in a rage, but he looks even more handsome now then he did when I first saw him.
I start breathing heavier as I admire his hard body, dragging my eyes up to his face with his strong jaw covered in stubble and his dark, consuming eyes. I’d happily get lost in those eyes forever.
He sits down beside me with a huff as the engines rumble on, making the plane vibrate. I grip my armrest as my body goes rigid. I’ve never been on an airplane before and I’m not sure if all of this noise and shaking is normal or not.
“You scared, little girl?” he asks, rubbing his jaw as he looks over at me.
I nod as a little whimper escapes my throat.
“Come,” he says, patting his lap. “Let me take care of you and make you feel better.”
My cheeks get hot as I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up. He lets out a low groan as he looks down at my bare legs. I hated the plaid skirt at first, thinking it was way too short but I’m glad I’m wearing it now. I’m glad my man is liking it.
Warm shivers flow through me like waterfalls as he reaches for me. His strong hands make me breathless, especially when he pulls me down onto his lap.
I breathe in his musky scent as I enjoy the feeling of being so close to him. I feel so safe and sheltered in his arms like this. Like this is exactly where I was meant to be.
He holds me tight as the plane jerks back and starts rolling out of the hangar.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, looking up at me with eyes that peer straight into my soul.
I shake my head, tickling his face with loose strands of my brown hair. “Not anymore.”
How could I be nervous with him by my side, guarding me like this?
I should probably be in my seat during the takeoff with a seatbelt wrapped around my waist but I feel better in his arms. If I had to die like this, I would be dying happy.
The plane picks up speed and after a few tense minutes we’re flying above the clouds on the way out of the only city that I’ve ever been in.
Max’s rough hands slide up the outside of my thighs as he holds me even tighter. I inch closer to him, pressing my ass against the hard rod jutting out of his pants. He closes his eyes and groans with every bump the plane makes. With each bump, my ass presses into his hard cock for a quick blissful second.
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