Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance)

by Terry Towers

  “Yes. I was thinking and we’ve been playing these roles and it feels like a date and tomorrow it all goes back to the way it was. And I… Oh God, this is hard, so hard. I was doing everything in my power to keep from rambling and to keep from backing out. “It’s just, I wanted my first time to be special and since this is my night, I just thought that…”

  God, could I be any more humiliated? I wasn’t supposed to be asking a man for sex. I’d never been brought up to be that type of girl, but considering the circumstances, considering Tanner would be taking my virginity, why not have it be on my terms? At that moment and in this situation it made sense.

  “You thought…” he prompted.

  “I thought that maybe you could humour me and pretend you actually cared, so it feels real.” I raked a hand though my hair, my hand shaking. God, I was so scared and humiliated. I couldn’t do this. This was foolish. The intense need to go to my little room and be left alone became too much. I bolted from the sofa but only got two steps before Tanner’s strong arms slipped around my waist and twirled me around to face him. I couldn’t bear to look up into his eyes, so I buried my face into his chest, refusing to lift my gaze.

  “Look at me.” His voice was gentle but there was a hint of authority in it, challenging me to disobey.

  Swallowing down the lump that had formed in my throat, I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Please, let me go back to my room.”

  “No, I’m sorry, you’re not going anywhere.”

  I fought against his unyielding hold to no avail. “This is my night and I want to go back to my room!”

  “You’re trying to run from me and what you really want, and that’s not acceptable.” His tone challenged me to deny him.

  I stopped struggling and remained silent, glaring up at him, not sure what to do or say. It was easier to be angry then allow him to see the vulnerability I was feeling.

  Sliding a hand to the back of my head, Tanner held my head still as his lips captured mine. Instead of the forceful, almost violent way he normally kissed me, he held himself back, his lips teasing mine, coaxing me to settle in his arms and invite him in.

  Tears filled my eyes as I forced the tension from my body and slid my arms around his neck. So many emotions rushed through me. I hated him and wanted him. I wanted to run and I wanted him to never let me go. As his tongue slipped between my parted lips, teasing mine, I’d never felt so torn, anguished, yet elated in my life.

  He pulled his lips from mine and scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. I yelped, but didn’t struggle. Instead I cuddled tight to him as he turned off the television and began walking towards the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

  A smile spread across his lips, so soft and seductive that it made my stomach flutter. “I’m doing as you asked, playing my role.”

  Tanner

  Her request came out of nowhere and I have to say it took me aback. The last thing I would have expected from her was for her to ask me to fuck her, at least not like this. Beg me after I’d teased and tormented her until she couldn’t think straight, sure. But she had the option of anything and she wanted me to pretend to do what? Love her? Be the boyfriend of her dreams? Pretend this wasn’t what it was?

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked. I looked down at her, cuddled tight to me. She looked so damned innocent my cock jerked alive at the prospect of finally claiming her.

  “Doing what?”

  “Agreeing to this.”

  “Would you rather I didn’t?” I flashed another smile at her and was graced with a smile in return and a slight flush. We reached the bed and I gently laid her on it. I could play the role she wanted me to; hell it might even be fun. It would beat the shit out of that fucking chick flick she’d been making me endure.

  Leaving her on the bed, I straightened. “So to go along with this whole fantasy scene you’ve envisioned, is there music?” Okay, I was humouring her, maybe teasing a little bit for my own entertainment. But this was also a bit of a milestone for me as well. Letting a woman have control over me and my actions was way out of my comfort zone, but it had an exciting element, as I waited to see what she’d want. I was betting she’d want the sweet missionary style, looking deep into my eyes and bear to me your soul shit. I was somewhat anxious to see if I was right.

  She chewed at her lower lip. While I was joking, she seemed to be legitimately considering it and I have to say it was cute. But God I hoped she didn’t overthink this thing to death. “Okay. I’d like that.” Laughing, I gave my head a shake and went over to the satellite radio, selecting a channel that boasted that it played all the hit love songs from the past and today.

  “Good?” I asked, turning back to her.

  The hesitation that was in her eyes was beginning to fade. “Yes. Thank you.”

  Walking towards the bed, I pulled the sweater up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. I didn’t miss the fact that her breath hitched or the way her dark eyes widened as they drank in every inch of me. “So, my sweet little church girl, if you’re having second thoughts or want to back out, I suggest you do it now.”

  Chapter 18

  Emily

  My entire body was trembling, both from anticipation and pure, sheer fright. This was it. No waiting for marriage, no saving myself for the man who would be my husband. I was going to give myself to the man who’d abducted me and on a whim could sell me without thinking twice. But he was giving me control. Sure it might just be an illusion – ultimately he was still the master and I his slave, as he seemed to like to refer to me – but I needed to buy into this fantasy for tonight. After the weeks that I’d endured and the uncertain future, I needed the fantasy of this night.

  Getting to my knees I crawled over to the edge of the bed and tentatively touched his bare abdominals. The muscle was hard and so defined, like those you’d see in one of those magazines. “Will you tell me about these?” I fingered the raised skin where the scar was along his left side was.

  “There’s not much to tell. I got stabbed.” I looked up at him and he gave me a wink. “But don’t worry, you’ve made your mark to go along with the collection on my arm and chest.” My eyes drifted to his arm and then his chest. The bandages were still present, covering the wounds, but they were healing nicely with no infection.

  “I’m sorry…”

  He gave his head a shake. “We’ve discussed this. It’s just a scar. You don’t live my life without wearing the history.” Seeing my disappointment and upset, he let out low groan. “Fine. That particular scar is one of my oldest. The man I killed, the man who killed my parents, managed to grab a knife and slice my side. Nothing serious.”

  It looked serious. Over ten years old and it was still a prominent mark on his body.

  Sliding a hand to the back of my head, he forced me to look back up at him. “Now, you asked me to fuck you. I’m here. I’m ready and I’m allowing you control. Unless you’ve changed your mind, let’s focus on that and not on my past.”

  “You’re right.” It was true, I was dwelling. There was so much I wanted to know about him. I was learning, but certainly not at a pace I was happy with. Problem was, I was so nervous I had no idea where to begin. Closing my eyes, I pressed my cheek into his hand, calming my frazzled nerves and attempting to clear my mind of everything but the physical urges for him.

  “Changed your mind, sweetness?”

  “No.” Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. There was hunger in his eyes as he looked down at me; his body tensing. As my eyes lowered to his groin, I couldn’t miss the large bulge beneath his pants waiting to be freed. Something stirred within me as a heat and soft throbbing forming between my legs. “Kiss me.”

  Placing a knee on the bed next to me he leaned down to me, his lips covering mine. Slipping my hands up his chest, I laced my fingers behind his neck and pulled him tighter, parting my lips and inviting him in. Despite the tension in his body he held himself back, even though I knew what he really was
longing to do was tear every stitch of clothing from our bodies and take relief in me. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight I wondered why he was doing this for me, when we both knew he didn’t have to.

  His hands slid down to the back of my dress, undoing the zipper and slowly tugging it down. The bodice came loose and then began to fall. Pulling his lips from mine, Tanner slid the spaghetti straps down my shoulders and pushed the top of the dress down. With a flick of his wrist, my lace strapless bra fell away, leaving my chest bare for him.

  Without thinking, my hands immediately attempted to cover myself. It was, of course, a futile effort. “Don’t.” He grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, pushing me down to the bed, his body covering mine. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine.” His lips kissed their way down the side of my neck, the kisses so light and delicate it was hard to believe Tanner was the one placing them. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, giving him easier access to my neck, basking in the shivers that were flowing through me. Each kiss was a tease, slowly feeding the fire building within me for him. “What did I tell you when you first got here?” he asked as his lips reached my shoulder.

  “What?”

  His lips left my skin and I could feel him staring at me. Opening my eyes, my gaze locked with his. “I told you, never ever cover yourself from my eyes. There’s no need for modesty around me.”

  “Yes…Tanner.”

  “Good.” Releasing my hands, he lowered his head and kissed the top of my breast, then circled my nipple until it had turned into a hardened peak. As he nipped at my tight nub I cried out, a rush of desire racing through me. “Now tell me how you want me to take you.” His lips moved to the second breast, repeating the process until both nipples were rock solid.

  “I ummm.” I had no idea.

  A smirk spread across his lips as he stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position. “If you won’t tell me what you want, then I’ll tell you what I want. Lie back and spread yourself for me.” A flash of the first day with him came to mind and I trembled. He didn’t seem to notice or care; I’ll assume the latter. “I want to watch you masturbate. No need to be shy; we’ll watch each other. I’ll never be able to take you gently if I don’t.”

  Slipping out of my dress and my panties, I lay back onto the pillows naked and parting my legs for him as he removed the remainder of his clothing and joined me, kneeling between my legs, towering over me. He gripped his thick, fully erect cock in his hand and stroked himself.

  I sat fascinated for a moment, my hand covering my mound as I watched him. His hand tightened on his shaft as the pace quickened and without even realizing I was doing it, my fingers spread my pussy lips and I began to gently stroke my clit, my strokes keeping in time with his. His eyes lowered from mine to my hand on my pussy.

  My pussy became wetter with each stroke of my clit and I was quickly becoming overcome with the need to be filled by him. My hand wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I instinctively knew his cock, the head dripping with pre-cum, would be. As the tension and need within me intensified, I couldn’t pull my eyes from his shaft. God help me, I wanted it, and I was at the point where I didn’t care how I got it as long as he took me! I took little satisfaction in the knowledge that he was feeling the same way; his strokes were becoming frenzied and he was slowly groaning, thrusting into his hand with each stroke.

  “Tanner, please!” I was coming so close. The tension within me was reaching nearly unbearable heights.

  “Please what?”

  “I need you, please.”

  “Tell me.” His voice had become a harsh growl, the strain evident in his expression.

  “I can’t wait any longer, fuck me.” I nearly sobbed the words. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think beyond my body’s need for him! I’d never imagined something like this would have turned me on so badly.

  The words had barely left my lips when he groaned and a stream of his cum rocketed from his dick, coating my chest and neck with his warm seed. He collapsed onto me, his lips claiming mine, and batted my hand away from my mound, taking over. As soon as his large, strong fingers stroked my clit I was sent spiraling over the edge, moaning against his mouth, my fingers digging into his backside as I bucked against his hand on my mound.

  “Am I so horrible, love?” The words were whispered into my ear and I shook my head, opening my eyes to look up into his.

  “No. It was good, God so good.” Although in all fairness I would have said anything at that moment as relief flooded me, but at the same time the feel of his hot, hard body and the feel of his seed spread across my chest and stomach reminded me that we were far from done and I was already beginning to feel a re-emergence of need for him.

  He nipped at my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth and then releasing it just as I reached up to kiss him. “Describe to me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” It was funny how that word was becoming easier and easier to say, especially when I needed him so desperately.

  He cupped my chin in his hand; the feel of his shaft was beginning to grow against my thigh. “Tell me how, say the words. Describe it to me.”

  “Why are you making this so hard?” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I attempted to pull him down to me, but he refused to comply.

  Smiling, he shook his head. “I’m not. I’m not making it hard. I’m offering to give you whatever you want. I’m just asking you describe what you want.”

  “You know.” My God, he was so infuriating.

  “Details, baby.” He slipped his nearly erect dick between my wet folds, slowly, taunting me. “I want to hear your virgin lips say all the dirty things you want done to you.”

  Darn, didn’t he know I was trying, trying so hard? Taking a deep breath in, I let go of the girl that I was in the past. “I want your cock fucking my pussy. I want you to make me come again. I want you to fuck me until I’m too tired to move.”

  The hunger in his eyes intensified, becoming feral. “That’s my girl.” I squealed as he grabbed me and flipped onto his back, taking me with him until I was straddling his waist, his cock, which had grown to its full potential, peeping out between my legs. “Now take what you want.”

  Giving him an uneasy smile, I ran my fingers over his chest, leaning down and placing a tentative kiss on his lips.

  “Take me in; go slow,” he instructed, grabbing my hips and lifting me just enough to settle the head of his cock at my entrance. “Now, take it.”

  Grabbing his shoulders for support, my gaze locked with his as I slowly lowered myself onto him. A gasp escaped my lips as his wide girth breached me, stretching me further then I’d even thought possible. He was so much wider than his fingers or the barrel of the gun I’d had in me, causing me to pause as a hint of pain raced through me.

  “Emily.” He didn’t push, though I knew he wanted to. He waited, watching me, his fingertips digging painfully into my hips. “Relax. Keep your eyes on me, love.”

  Drawing strength from him, I gripped tighter to his shoulders, leaving deep crescent marks in his skin as I slammed down onto him, crying out as he breached me, tearing through all barriers. Tanner groaned, a low and feral sound as he grabbed my waist and pulled my chest down to his, brushing his lips across my temple. “You all right?”

  “Yeeeeessss.” The word hissed through my teeth as I buried my head under his chin, holding on to him. But the pain was already beginning to fade as my body demanded more of him.

  “Oh fuck, Emily. Fuck, you… Damn you feel… Fuck, incredible.”

  “Tanner…” My lips sought his as I slowly began moving on him, pulling out until the head of his shaft was barely breaching my entrance and then slamming back down, taking him in to the hilt.

  His lips returned my passion as he began guiding me on him. After a minute I found just the perfect angle so he stroked the magic spot within me to send my heart, body and mind into a frenzy. Pulling my lips from his, I sat up on him, closing my
eyes and arching my back, bracing my weight by holding onto his thighs behind me, and began grinding against him. Each movement, each rotation of my hips sent me higher to pleasures I never knew existed, but would never be able to forget. Every worry, every concern, every conscious thought was gone; all that existed was the pleasure he was giving me.

  “Dammit, baby, your pussy is going to kill me.”

  As I drew closer, my movements became more frantic, raising from him and slamming back down, my breasts jiggling with the motion. I wanted to look down at him, but couldn’t. I was too wrapped up in the sensations, the beautiful waves of pleasure that kept crashing down on me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take a second more, Tanner grabbed my hips, pulling me tight onto his cock, and flipped me onto my back, settling between my legs and somehow managing to do it without pulling out.

  “My turn.” He grinned down at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat and I nearly lost myself as I gazed up into those dark eyes.

  I returned his smile, biting down on my lower lip as he slid one of my legs over his shoulder and began moving within me, plunging deeper than I’d ever felt him. God, how could a man so wicked make me feel so good, so special? “I wasn’t doing good enough?” It’s just a game for him, a voice in the back of my head chimed in. I ignored it. It felt real right now. It felt so damned real tears were forming in my eyes, and that was all that mattered to me.

  I started to close my eyes, but his lips ghosting across mine and his teeth nipping the side of my neck made me moan, pulling me back to him. “Stay with me. I want you looking at me when you come.”

  Reopening my eyes, I caught his stare and the melody playing in the background swept me into its sexy embrace. My hips moved with him, our bodies working together as if we’d been lovers for years. So much was said between us despite no words being spoken – I was his and wanted to be. God help me, as messed up as it sounds, I wanted to be.

  “I want you coming with me, sweetie.” He slipped a hand between us and began working my clit as he continued thrusting, causing a cry of pleasure to escape me.