Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance)

by Terry Towers

  So why would this kidnapper give me the name Lance Winters? My mind whirled with the possibilities. But it didn’t take a genius to know the answer. He knew him.

  Had this stranger, the man who had taken what was mine, worked with him? For him? Or were they enemies?

  But there was one thing even more grating to me than the fact that they might have my daughter and be planning on selling her into slavery. That bastard had taunted me with it. He’d come into MY CHURCH and taunted me as if I were some fool. As if I’d never clue in. He’d pay. I swear to God, I’d find the man who had the balls to insult me and take my time torturing him until his begging for mercy no longer amused me.

  Chapter 25

  Emily

  I was just going to make something simple tonight, a pizza with garlic bread. I also had to run down to the wine cellar and pick something out, although I had no idea the difference between the wines. Tanner didn’t seem to care, so neither did I. We seriously needed to get to a grocery store. I wondered if there’d be a day when I’d be allowed out to do those things. I really wished he trusted me enough to know I’d come back. Maybe one day…

  We’d made a deal and I had no intention of going back on that deal and I was starting to come to terms with the realization that it wasn’t just because we had a deal, but I was beginning to feel something for him. I shouldn’t be feeling affection towards him, it was insane, but it was there. With him being injured and his mood mellowing, I was finally being given rare glimpses of a person with a soul. I sighed. Or maybe it was just the drugs keeping him loopy and I was being a foolish little girl again, trying to convince myself there was a possibility of a fairy tale ending after all.

  I was just putting the twelve-inch pizza into the oven when I felt two strong arms wrapping around my waist and lips caressing the side of my neck. With a soft moan, I leaned back into him then turned my head and caught his lips with mine. His kiss was tender but brief. I was becoming accustomed to his tender kisses the past couple of days. He seemed to be trying, really trying. God, I hoped it didn’t end.

  “Pizza tonight, I see.”

  “Why are you up?” I spun in his arms and slipped my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers. He was bare-chested, with a pair of jogging pants sitting low on his hips. Most of his back was covered in bandages. It was a damned good thing he kept an excessive amount of first aid supplies on hand; I didn’t want to take a trip down the road that leads to the reasons why he had more medical supplies on hand then a small medical clinic – so I didn’t.

  He smiled, a sexy, easygoing smile. There wasn’t even a hint of the monster he could be in his dark eyes. Why couldn’t he be like this all the time? God, I prayed every night that some miracle would happen and he would be. “I’m not an invalid Emily.”

  “I’m just concerned. That’s all.”

  “Be careful what you say, Emily. You might start giving me the impression that you care.” His smile widened and he brushed his lips against mine again.

  It felt so good to be held tenderly by him and have him smile down at me as if we were a young couple in love. I could get used to it, which was why I pulled away from him. I needed to be hard, otherwise when things changed back to normal it would be ten times harder. “Please don’t do this.”

  His brow creased into a frown, but he pulled me back into his arms and brushed his lips along the side of my neck again, nipping at my earlobe. The warmth of his breath on my neck sent a shiver of desire through me. “Do what?” he whispered into my ear.

  “Tease me like that.”

  “I don’t understand.” I attempted to pull from him again, but he backed me up, pinning me against the counter. Even injured he could easily overpower me.

  “Be nice to me just to turn around tomorrow or the next day and be cruel. I’d rather you be cruel the whole time; at least then I know where I stand.”

  He remained silent for a moment, his eyes taking on a faraway look. For a moment I thought he’d gone off into a drug-induced trance or was having a hallucination. Whatever he’d been taking was strong and had on several occasions done both to him over the past few days. When his gaze refocused on me, his face remained expressionless. I hated that I couldn’t read him much of the time; it would sure make life easier if I could. Unfortunately, I only saw what he allowed me to see.

  “Emily, I’m trying,” he finally stated.

  Cocking my head to the side, I couldn’t hide the look of confusion on my face. “Excuse me?”

  “I’m trying to find a way to be what you need. I’ve given it a lot of thought and I really want to try. I’ve spent years indulging in whatever urges I’ve had, but I’ve never actually had a connection with someone. I’m not even sure how to be in a real relationship, but I want to try. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, but I will give it my best effort.”

  How was I supposed to respond to that? Did I actually allow myself to hope he was being genuine? But he hadn’t given me any reason not to believe him. He may be a lot of things, but he’d always been good to his word. Aside from the night he’d abducted me, he’d never lied or misled me.

  “What if you can’t?” I couldn’t help but ask. Why am I testing it? I should let it be and hope whatever he had in mind stuck.

  “I’ve never failed at anything in my life. I don’t intend on failing now.”

  “But—”

  “We’ll find a way.” Sliding a hand to the back of my neck, Tanner grasped my neck and held me still as he lowered his lips to mine, claiming mine roughly as he pressed up against me. The ridge of his rapidly thickening erection pressed against my stomach and my body immediately responded, need flaring out within me.

  While I’d slept next to him each night, he’d been so drugged up that he hadn’t so much as hinted towards being with me in any way. I moaned, parting my lips to his insistent tongue as I ground my hips against him. I was rewarded by a low growl-like groan from him. Hearing a man like him groan for me made me feel powerful. There was a time when he’d first taken me that I hadn’t thought I’d ever feel powerful; I’d been trained to submit all of my life, so this made the feeling all the more exhilarating. It was ironic that the one man who was keeping me prisoner was the only one who made me feel empowered.

  “Three days without feeling you,” he whispered. “Way too long.”

  With reluctance, I pushed him back. “It’s going to have to be a bit longer. That pizza will be done any minute and we’re running low on supplies.”

  He groaned but allowed himself to be pushed back. “What are you talking about? There’s a freezer full of food in the wine cellar.”

  I crinkled up my nose at him and gave my head a shake, a flush colouring my cheeks.

  “What? Didn’t you check?”

  “I ummm.” I raked my hand through my hair, not sure how to respond as to why I hadn’t wanted to check. “I kinda thought that maybe I wouldn’t want to see…”

  His concern faded and he laughed. “You think I have a body in there? Or maybe someone chopped up?”

  “Well, you did kill that guy…” God, I was starting to feel stupid. Of course he didn’t have anyone in the freezer.

  “Flynn took the body to dispose of it.” His smile faded, but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. “Or are you accusing me of being a wannabe Jeffrey Dahmer? You thought maybe when I’d ask do you want Asian tonight that perhaps I had a little, dead Filipina woman in bits in the freezer?” He laughed harder, doubling over, but abruptly stopped and groaned.

  “Okay, it was stupid. I’m sorry.”

  Shaking off the discomfort, his gaze turned heated again. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me up onto the countertop, although I didn’t miss the wince he made as he did it. Again, I felt bad. I’d done that to him; his wounds were so much worse than mine were. I still couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to lose control like that and it wouldn’t quit bothering me.

  My eyes locked onto his and a tremor of need rocked through me. “The
only part of a woman I have any desire to eat, you’ve got covered by these damned jogging pants.” He fingered the waistband of my jogging pants – correction, his jogging pants – and I tensed. He looked back up at me, the amused twinkle back in his eyes. “And when exactly did I tell you that you could wear these?”

  Relaxing, I returned his smile, deciding it was safe to return his banter. I could seriously get used to this change in attitude of his, although it hadn’t been a sudden change. When I gave the events of the past week or so some thoght, there had been distinct differences in him. He no longer scolded me for using his name and it had been a while since I’d been called slave, in that snarly voice of his. Even before he’d made a conscious effort to change, he’d begun to change.

  “You didn’t.” I shrugged. “But it’s not like you could have stopped me.” On impulse I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed. Damn, he was easygoing right now. Had it not been for the fact his eyes peered into mine with full alertness I’d have thought he’d been getting into the happy pills.

  “Oh yes, remind me of how useless I’ve been these last few days.”

  Letting his good mood fuel my bravery, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to him, claiming his lips with my own. He stepped forward and gave in to my kiss. I halfway expected him to fist my hair and yank me back in anger like he’d done on previous occasions, but he didn’t. His tongue swept along my lower lip and then slid between my parted lips, dancing with mine. It felt so good, my fear and anxiety of him were quickly evaporating. Wrapping my legs around his waist, being careful to stay below the bandages. I pulled him tighter, the ridge of his hard cock pressing against my mound causing a throbbing to begin between my legs as my pussy grew warm with need.

  “The pizza,” I gasped as his lips left mine to work their way down my neck.

  Reaching past me, he turned off the oven. “There’s lots in the freezer.” Stepping back, he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the counter. “Come on. I’d carry you, but I doubt that would be pleasant for either of us.”

  “You’ve only had an omelet to eat today.” My protest was half-hearted at best as I followed him through the house towards the bedroom.

  “I’ll be fine. I’ve spent days, enduring countless erections waiting to fuck you again. I’m done waiting.”

  His words which might have offended me before meeting him, now had the opposite effect. My pussy clenched as the need between my legs ignited. Reaching the bedroom, he wasted no time leading me to the bed and stripping me bare.

  “Mmm. Much better.” He leaned in and just as he was about to kiss me, he jerked back. Grabbing my upper thighs, he pulled my legs out from under me and tossed me onto the bed. I squealed as I toppled backwards and bounced a couple of times on the soft mattress, then watched as he pulled down his jogging pants and kicked them to the side. Turning to the side, he opened the night-side table drawer and began rummaging through it.

  My eyes lowered to his shaft, already rock hard and ready for me. The need between my legs intensified. Spreading my legs wide and without even realizing what I was doing, I slid my hand between my legs, parting my moistening folds, and began to stroke my clit.

  “You’re going to end up making me come like a damned teenager, without even touching you, doing that.”

  My eyes lifted from his cock, to see him watching my hand as it worked my clit. I fought the urge to pull my hand away and close my legs. My gaze landed on the vibrator in one hand and tube of lube in the other. My hand stilled its teasing and my body tensed. “What are those for?”

  He didn’t answer, but gave me a wicked smile as he placed the items on the bed next to me. He crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs, and captured my left nipple in his mouth. He nipped just hard enough to cause me to yelp and then moan as a surge of pleasure flowed down my spine.

  “I think you know what they’re for,” he murmured, kissing his way to the other breast.

  I suspected I knew and it both thrilled and scared me.

  Chapter 26

  Emily

  His tongue swirled around the nipple until it turned into a rock hard nub, then he sucked it into his mouth, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I wanted to grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his back and pulling him down to me, but refrained, opting to fist the blanket under me instead.

  “Tanner. Ohhh,” I moaned as his lips released my nipple and he paused, glancing up and into my eyes. His hand slid down between us and palmed my mound. I instinctively bucked against his hand. “Please, Master.”

  “I do love how you beg me.” He brushed his lips along my jawbone as he slipped a couple of fingers into me. “I’m going to make you come harder then you’ve ever come before, my beautiful slave.”

  I trembled under him. Hearing him refer to me as slave with raw hunger turned me on worse than the most sweet of phrases. Slave was no longer my place with him, but simply a temporary role, part of this fantasy scenario. Reaching up, I caressed the side of his face, which had several days growth on it. It was just at the point where it gave him a sexy, dangerous edge, although he hardly needed a beard to give off a dangerous vibe.

  Tanner removed his fingers from me and ran his finger, coated with my juices, along my lower lip. I moaned and sucked his finger into my mouth, relishing the expression on his face as his eyes watched my lips. My pussy felt barren and my need level was increasing to the point where I was going nearly insane.

  “You’re so damned sexy, baby. You have no fucking idea.” Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach. Tanner positioned himself over me, his lips kissing the back of my neck and slowly kissing their way lower as his hands began caressing my ass.

  I jerked away from him as his lips reached my lower back and his hands parted my ass cheeks. “Tanner. Master. I…”

  “You’re going to be a good girl and do as told,” he said, the lust thick in his voice as he pressed his thumb to my back entrance. “And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to be screaming for me, louder then you’ve ever screamed before.” We’d been slowly progressing with the sizes of anal plugs over the past couple of weeks, but none were the size of his cock and I couldn’t help the apprehension I felt.

  “I don’t think I’m ready…”

  He stroked the length of my slit, taking a moment to tease my clit until I cried out, my body demanding more. “You’re ready.”

  I heard the faint sound of the lube bottle being opened and then the coolness of the liquid as it slid between my ass cheeks. He took care to focus on lubing up my back entrance, testing and teasing. His thumb pressed into my ass and I groaned as the now familiar need rocketed through me and I pressed back against his thumb, plunging it deeper.

  When he removed his thumb, I whimpered, my hands fisting the blanket under me. The need flowing through me was so intense, I silently begged him to put me out of my misery, my apprehension over him fucking my ass slowly fading away. The vibrator began to hum and he pressed it to the entrance of my core. Crying out, I welcomed the toy, pressing back into it, until the vibrator was fully entrenched in my pussy, sending tremor upon tremor of pleasure through me.

  “Beg me for me, cock-slave.” Tanner took his time, fucking me with the toy until I couldn’t take any more.

  “Yes. Tanner, please.” I rocked against the toy, needing to come. I was so close it was becoming agony.

  “Tell me, say what you want.” He thrust him thumb into my ass and I screamed.

  “My ass, fuck my ass. God, Tanner, please!”

  He groaned, his thumb pulling from my ass to be replaced by his cock. Despite the pleasure I was feeling, it felt like every muscle in my body tensed as he gently pressed the head of his cock against the tight rim of muscle in my ass. “Relax. Just relax, baby.”

  Releasing my death-grip on the blanket, I forced myself to relax. I concentrated on the feel of the vibrator in my pussy. The sweet vibrations. I focused. But then he pressed into my ass
further, breaching my back entrance, and hot pain radiated through me.

  “Hold on.” His hand slipped between my legs and began working my clit. As soon as he rolled my clit between his fingertips I lost my mind as the pleasure became too much. I screamed out, bucking back against him, my entire body trembling as I came. As I bucked back, he thrust forward, slamming his cock into my ass. I barely noticed the pain in my ass as I indulged in the pleasure.

  “Yes, oh yes. Tanner. Ohhh.”

  “Oh fuck, baby. Your ass is incredible.” He groaned, loud and feral. It wasn’t until his hand left my clit and I began to recover from my orgasm that my mind began to refocus. I was so full; between the feeling of the vibrator in my pussy and him thrusting into my back entrance, I felt like I was going to tear apart, but at the same time, I was in the express lane for a second orgasm.

  I couldn’t move; I could barely breathe. The need and the desire were too intense. All I could do was cling to the blanket and enjoy the ride.

  Tanner

  I don’t think I’d ever felt anything so damned good. Breaching Emily for the first time had been amazing, but this. Oh sweet fuck! This was pleasure beyond imagining. Her ass was so damned tight and the vibrating toy in her pussy felt like heaven against my thrusting cock. And admittedly, there’s simply something about claiming a woman’s ass, the taboo nature of the act, that in itself…was mind-blowing.

  And Emily, my sweet, innocent church girl, the girl who wouldn’t even say the word pussy when I’d first taken her, was thrashing and moaning under me, begging me for more – harder, faster, deeper.

  More, more, more.

  Harder, deeper, faster. Holy fuck! I let my head fall back and I groaned, the sound so feral I could hardly believe it came from me.

  Dammit, I was barrelling towards an orgasm way too soon. When Emily hit her second orgasm I nearly lost it. I had to slow to a near stop, my fingers digging into her hips as I forced myself to calm down. I’d only been thrusting for five minutes and my back was beginning to pain me; I knew some of the stitches had ripped because I could feel the warm blood on my back.