Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance)

by Terry Towers

  As he continued to stroke me, I heard a soft buzzing sound and then pressure pushing against the tight ring of muscle protecting my back entrance. My hands clenched as I forced myself to relax as the buzzing toy was gently pressed into my backside.

  I cried out as he gave it another push, and it went all the way into me. Just as he finished pushing it in, his finger’s torture bought me to the brink. I gasped and cried out a second time as my body tensed and then gave way to a pleasurable release.

  But he wasn’t done – not by a long shot.

  “Oh fuck, you come so hard.”

  He delivered another slap onto my bottom, but this time the sting only managed to amplify the pleasure of the vibrating dildo in my ass.

  “My turn.” He aligned himself to the entrance of my core, and in one fast, hard motion, slammed into me, his balls slapping against my pussy.

  I gasped, my body shaking, my hands pulling at the chains binding me. With his throbbing member in my pussy and the toy in my ass, I’d never felt so deliciously full. This was amazing. Incredible.

  Ohmygod!

  He stayed in me, not moving as I bucked and rotated against him.

  Please move, please thrust. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! I thought, biting at my tongue to keep from crying out again. My body continued to tremble. He’d barely done anything, and I was preparing to come again. If only he’d move in me!

  “Settle down.” Kyle ran his hands along my backside, then gripped me, and pulled me as tight as possible to him. “I’m not letting you come again, not yet.”

  “Cruel bastard,” I growled, glaring at him over my shoulder.

  He grinned and chuckled, but I could see the strain that waiting was having on him as well. His jaw clenched, and I’d never seen such feral hunger in his eyes before now.

  After a minute, an excruciating minute, the trembling started to dull and my breathing slowly to nearly normal. Then he began to thrust, not soft and sweet. No. No. He began ramming into me, slamming my chest deep into the mattress with each forceful, almost violent thrust.

  I was going insane, being tore out of my mind as the pleasure wasn’t just small waves, it was massive tidal waves crashing over me again and again.

  “Kyle, Kyle!” I pulled at my cuffs. Damn these restraints!

  “Yes, baby.” Kyle’s hands slid up my back, one hand grabbing my shoulder, pulling me in as he thrust against me, and the other wrapping around my hair and giving it a yank. I yelped.

  It was too much; it was all too much. The knot in my stomach was about to break. Close, close, so close.

  His dick throbbed within me, preparing for release, and that sent me over the edge. I cried out as my pussy clenched around his dick, and then with a gush of my fluids, I came over it.

  “Oh fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned as he came with me, his cock pulsing and releasing deep within me. The feel of him coming in me sent me spiralling again. All tension slipped from my body. I was totally and completely spent, but so completely satisfied. My knees gave out under me, and I flattened spread eagle on the bed, Kyle landing on top of me.

  “Kyle?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “You’re crushing me.”

  He chuckled and slowly got up, pulling himself out of me. A stream of his seed came dripping from me and onto the mattress. “Happy?” he asked rolling off of me.

  “Mmm-huh.” I closed my eyes and curled into a little ball, cuddling into him. It had been an extremely taxing couple of days. Being here and locked in that room had brought on nightmares, which made me wonder after the breakthrough I had earlier today, which images were nightmares and which were actual reality.

  No wonder I was so fucked in the head. But I was surprisingly good with that.

  * TT *

  Kyle

  “What the fuck!”

  I laughed. “Yes, honey.” I’d been waiting for her to wake up for the past few hours. She really must have been exhausted. Of course, she had been locked in a room after being kidnapped.

  There was a violent rattling of the handcuffs I’d used to chain her to the bed. I had stuff to do this morning and wasn’t stupid enough to leave her unchained without my being in the immediate area to keep an eye on her.

  “Why am I chained up?” More rattling. “Get in here and let me out of these cuffs, now!”

  “Getting kinda demanding considering you’re the person handcuffed to the bed.” I got up from my place at the counter separating the kitchen from the living room, where I’d been going through some emails and other random things, and made my way into the bedroom.

  “I have to pee!”

  Leaning one shoulder against the door jamb, I casually crossed one ankle over the other and allowed my eyes a minute to drink in the sight of her. She looked radiant. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair had the just been fucked look, and seeing her handcuffed like that on my bed gave me an instant hand-on.

  But I wouldn’t act on it just yet.

  “You son of a bitch! Stop grinning and get over here and uncuff me. I have to go, now!”

  Her chastising me only made me grin even more. “Say please.”

  She shot me one of the dirties looks I’d ever received, and believe me, I’d received a lot of looks could kill glares in my day. “Fine. Please.”

  “Hmmm, I could have done without the condescension in your tone, but - ” I shrugged, walking over to her and digging the keys out of my jeans pocket as I walked, “ - Considering the circumstances, I suppose I’ll let it pass this once.”

  As soon as the cuff around her wrist was undone, she leapt from the bed, pushing me as she ran past. I followed her out of the bedroom and waited for her at the spot at the counter where I’d previously been sitting.

  “What was the big idea, cuffing me?” she asked, glaring at me as she rubbed the wrist that had been cuffed.

  “Because I don’t trust you’ll not take off or kill me while I’m not expecting it.”

  “Boy, do we have a great relationship,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

  I cocked a brow at her, my smile returning to my lips. “We’re in a relationship? Like boyfriend – girlfriend?”

  Her eyes narrowed at me. “We stopped being in that type of relationship when you drugged me and threw me in a trunk, if we ever were to begin with. We’re nothing more than two people with the same goal helping each other out.”

  “What? So you’ll fuck me but won’t call me your boyfriend?” I was just fucking around with her, but at the same time I was curious as to where her mind was. I honestly hadn’t figured out my own mind on the present situation. I chuckled to myself. It’s really pretty hard for a couple to get past kidnapping. But then again, we weren’t exactly normal people, so I didn’t think the normal people rules applied to us.

  Chapter 19

  Rebecca

  “We have to get over this lack of trust issue, Kyle,” I yelled out from the bedroom, giving my cuffed wrist a jiggle. This was day three of me falling to sleep after fucking him in his bed to wake up the next morning with him gone and me shackled with a vicious need to pee.

  I waited a moment. Usually there was a smart assed remark from him. But not today. I cocked my head to the side and listened more intently. It was eerily quiet.

  “Kyle?” I yelled out a little louder.

  I waited.

  Still nothing.

  What if he left me here and had taken off? What if he was gone for hours or days? All of a sudden, the need to pee became almost unbearable! Sitting up on the bed, I looked around me. I had to find a way out of the cuffs, because there was no way in hell I would sit here in my own urine.

  I had thought things were progressing between us. Yes, it wasn’t exactly a normal relationship, but there was something developing between us. Now that the masks were down and the truth was coming out, I would have thought this cuffing me game would be over with. I’d told him I’d help him for fucks sake!

  If I’d let him go through with his plan, well
, that was an entirely different story. But I did want to face and confront Tanner and my sister. And if anyone could track them down, I suspected it would be Kyle.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glint of silver. Turning my head, I saw the keys to the cuffs on the night side table, just within reaching distance. Hmmm. Reaching over, I caught the set of three keys with my fingertips and pulled them to me. Once I had them grasped in my hand, I quickly undid my secured cuff and pulled my wrist free.

  Hmmm.

  Getting up from the bed, I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself. Where in the hell was he? Finishing up in the bathroom, I made my way into the kitchen. This was so weird. The least he could have done was left a note.

  Making my way back into the bedroom, I began rummaging through his drawers, first grabbing a t-shirt and then a pair of gym pants. Grabbing the drawstring of the pants, I pulled it as tight as I could to keep them from falling down over my hips.

  Moving back into the living room, I made my way outside. His car was gone. Did the fucker leave me stranded at his cabin? The nerve!

  Going back inside, I went into the bedroom and began searching through the room. I had my mobile phone with me when I went to his place, so maybe he brought it with him?

  It wasn’t in the bedroom, although had I thought about it I would have remembered I’d already ransacked that room a few days earlier looking for the keys to the car. But I wasn’t about to give up. Not like there was anything else to do in this godforsaken place. I was in the process of looking through the kitchen when I heard a car drive up, the crackle of the gravel sounding as it slowed and came to a stop.

  Standing in the center of the living room, I planted my balled fists on my hips and waited for him to come inside. After a moment, the car door opened, closed, and his footsteps sounded coming up the stairs. A moment later, he appeared in the doorway with a garbage bag and a couple of grocery bags in hand.

  His smile faded when he looked up and saw me. “Okay, what’s the problem now?”

  “Where were you?”

  A grin spread across his lips, and he walked into the cabin, leaving the door wide open. “I’m sorry, did we get married over the past few days and I not know about it?”

  “No. No, we didn’t. That would be an in your dreams scenario.”

  He laughed as he set the bags on the breakfast counter. “Nope, no wedding bells for me baby.”

  “That’s sad.”

  “How is it sad?” he asked coming up to me and folding his arms over his chest.

  “Because it is. Never having someone to rely on or be there when you need them. Or have someone who loves you unconditionally.”

  Kyle laughed, a hearty belly laugh. “There’s no such thing as unconditional love. You know that. You also know humans, while animals in general, are not naturally monogamous. That is a concept made up through time in our civilization.”

  What he said was true, and it made sense. There was a part of me which whole-heartedly agreed, but there was also a part, deep-down, which had a secret fear of being old and alone. Now I was at the prime of my life, and people were easy to come by, but those things changed. I saw it with my mother. She was miserable now that my father was gone. Sure, she was a different sort of person than I was, but at the same time, the general principal applied.

  “That still doesn’t mean it doesn’t suit certain purposes.”

  “Okay, I’ll give in on that.” He shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll put value on intimate relationships. Just not something I’m after at the moment.”

  I chewed at my lower lip and looked down at the floor, at my bare toes to be exact. The ruby red polish was beginning to chip. I needed a pedicure when I got out of here. Truth was, I didn’t like his answer. Why I would even give a shit if he was relationship material was beyond me, but this man was temporarily in my life whether I liked it or not.

  “What’s that look for?”

  My head perked up to see him looking at me intently as if trying to get into my head and read my thoughts. It made me uneasy, even though I knew it wasn’t a ridiculous notion. Since he was extremely observant, if I didn’t keep my guard up, he’d get a whiff of the fact that despite everything, I was still into him. Worse yet, I thought I might be falling for him. I’d have thought it could be a case of Stockholm’s, but that was hardly true.

  “What look?”

  “Like disappointment or something?”

  I huffed. “Like I said before, the quicker I’m out of this situation and away from you, the better.”

  “Really?” He shifted his attention back to the grocery bags, unloading the contents. It looked like a few carry out containers, a bottle of white wine, and candles.

  “What’s all this?” I crinkled my nose up at him as I walked over to the counter.

  “Dinner for tonight.” He looked up and caught my gaze, hitting me with a wide sexy smile, the kind that made my heart beat just a little bit faster, but after everything he’d done, it shouldn’t. I wanted to hate him. He was here to capture my sister and her boyfriend. Anyone else, given the circumstances, would hate him.

  I laughed and cocked a brow at him. “Oh, I see, a nice candle light dinner, like sort of couple in love on a weekend getaway, huh?”

  His grin widened. “Something like that. Maybe I’m trying to make up for the whole kidnapping thing.”

  “Oh, I think you need to be a little bit better than - ” I opened one of the white carry-out containers. “ – Ohhh lobster. Hmmm. Pulling out the big guns, huh?”

  “I have a bit to make up for. Plus, I have a plan. I’m trying to butter you up.”

  Sliding onto the stool in front of the counter, I raked a hand through my hair. “Sounds like you’re not too confident in me going along with this. I already said I would, so it must be a really extreme plan.”

  His smile faded a smidge. “Yeah, well. Knowing what I know about your sister from what I’ve been told by you over the past few days and the intel my father gave me, I think it might take an extreme plan to get her and Tanner out of hiding, but it’s not impossible. It will just take a little convincing for you to go through with it.”

  I laughed. “I see. Well, by all means, hit me with it. What’s this extreme plan you’ve come up with?”

  His smile faded completely. His expression becoming a complete blank canvas. “I’m going to have to shoot you.”

  Chapter 20

  Rebecca

  I laughed. And when I say laughed, I laughed so fucking hard, I peed myself a little. “Shoot me, huh?” I wiped a stray tear from my eyes. “Oh god, you have to have the craziest sense of humor of anyone I’ve ever met.”

  Kyle’s stony expression broke, and he laughed with me. “Ya, I do know how to tell a good joke.”

  “Seriously, though.” After a minute, my laughter died down a bit, and I reached for one of the carry out containers, placing it in front of me, while he lit the two lavender scented candles. Even though it was morning, there weren’t many windows in the cabin, so it was just dim enough inside that the candles shone nicely.

  “Yup. So, I decided this should really be a nice meal, since you’ll be stuck on crap food for a while. I remembered you saying how much you loved lobster on one of our first dates.”

  “You remembered that?” I was impressed. Kyle might have been a lot of things, but he seemed to drink in everything I said. Of course, part of that may have been because he was waiting for me to give up something useful for him and his mission.

  I sighed. Damnit, I wished I wasn’t such a realist and could just pretend he remembered this stuff because he wanted to know more about me, and he actually cared.

  After dinner was set out, we began eating, but questions still rolled around in my mind. Finally, I asked one that had been nagging me. “So here’s a question for you.”

  “Shoot.”

  “What do you feel?”

  He stopped eating and looked hard at me, as if he were trying to figure out my angle
. It felt like an eternity before he replied. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean feelings.” I actually flushed a little, because I was sounding soft. “Like your emotions. What do you feel? Love, fear, embarrassment?”

  He smiled. “Well, ask yourself that same question, and then, you tell me. We are one in the same.”

  I’d given it a lot of thought since Kyle took me. Did I feel some things and not others because of how I was wired? Or was I more a product of my upbringing? Or maybe both. By definition, psychopaths were a product of genetics, but I didn’t exactly have a typical upbringing.

  “Okay,” he dropped his fork and smiled at me. “Have you ever been in love?”

  I shook my head.

  “So you’ve never felt that head over heels, can’t stand a moment without you feeling?”

  I laughed. “No, not exactly. And you?”

  He leaned back and stared at me. “I’ve felt infatuation and a desire to be with someone. I’ve felt possessiveness and the sense that something is mine.”

  “And who was the lucky lady?” I grinned.

  “You.”

  His answer struck me. My expression went blank, and I was rendered speechless. I honestly wasn’t sure what to think about his answer. It wasn’t exactly the proclamation of love you would expect from a man, but then again, he wasn’t normal, and this situation wasn’t normal.

  When I didn’t reply, he continued. “I would risk my life to save yours.”

  I knew he meant it. The mask he wore while around me the first couple of weeks had dropped, and it was like I could see into his soul and the truth in his words, which only made this so much harder and confusing.

  “As for other emotions.” He shrugged. “I get pissed. Frustrated. Bored. Really fucking bored, but being around you keeps me thinking.”

  “I’m glad I’m not boring…”

  “If you were, then chances are you’d already be buried in the backyard.”

  My eyes narrowed at him. “You know my knees start knocking when you turn on the charm like that.”

  “Would you rather I lied? I’m not foolish enough to think you wouldn’t be able to see through my lies if I were to tell you one. Honestly, it feels quite liberating to be with someone who understands who I am and can relate.”