Dangerous Surrender

by Tory Richards

  “Didn’t expect for me to find you so fast, did you?” he taunted, closing the door with deliberate slowness, and then locking it. “You underestimated me again, sweetheart.”

  He only called me sweetheart when he was at his most angry. I shook my head with disbelief, and probably a little shock. “Get out, Greg.” I purposely stood my ground because I had nowhere else to go, and I was done showing him how much he frightened me. “I mean it. You and I are over.”

  “Really? Ten years together, over just like that?” He snapped his fingers, and took a step closer. “I had a feeling you were going to run again, Gwendolyn, and I knew it would be during my business trip to Texas. So you know what I did?” I didn’t like the smile that came over his face, or the way his gaze moved over me. “I asked my friend Cal, the one who did my security system in the house, what would be the easiest way of tracking someone?”

  I flinched at the way Greg had said, ‘my friend’, because that was the way it had always been in our relationship. My friends, my house, my money, my, my, my! He’d kept me as a possession, something he invested in, and owned. I hadn’t been allowed to work, to have my own friends, or money. Nothing. That’s why I’d sold the car before leaving Florida.

  “He told me GPS tracking. Put one in the car, which I did. But I also put one in the outside pocket of your suitcase, which I knew you never used, and one buried in the bottom of your purse.”

  I shook my head in denial; it couldn’t have been that easy! My gaze flew to where my purse was on the nightstand closest to me. I reached for it, ignoring his laugh. I dumped my bag out onto the bed, staring down at the contents until my eyes landed on something I’d never seen before. I picked it up, my gaze returning to Greg, watching him move to my suitcase where he pulled out an identical device from the outside pocket.

  My heart sank.

  “I also slipped a couple in some of the clothes I thought you might take, a sweater pocket, your boots.” His laugh sounded hollow, and false. “I even thought about making you drink one of the trackers down, but I didn’t want to be too obvious.

  Ohmygod, I hadn’t stood a chance! His confession of the levels he would have sunk stunned me. For the first time I was really beginning to think that Greg’s mind wasn’t right. I mean, who did that kind of crap? How could I have not seen this side of him in the beginning?

  “Why?” I asked him. “Why can’t you just let me go?”

  “Because we love each other, sweetheart.” Sweetheart, again. He took a step forward, and I took one back. I knew what was coming. “We belong together, and this time when I get you home I’m going to put a ring on your finger, make it official.”

  Oh hell no! Not as long as I had breath left in my body.

  “No, Greg. I don’t love you, and haven’t for a long time. I’m not going back with you.” I was proud of myself for not giving in to him, praying he didn’t hear how my voice shook. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from taking a step back every time he moved forward. Once Greg got his hands on me, he would hurt me. I considered running and locking myself in the bathroom, but I knew that would only make him angrier. Besides, the door would never hold him.

  “Yes, you are coming back with me, or I’ll report to the police that you stole, and sold my car.”

  “Blackmail?” I hissed, and then calmed myself down. In the back of my mind I was thinking that I needed to keep him talking until Bowie showed up. “You left me no choice, Greg; I need the money to start over. You made sure I had nothing. I was practically a prisoner−”

  “Prisoner?” he scowled. “I gave you everything, Gwendolyn, a large home, nice jewelry, expensive clothes. I took care of you.”

  “No, Greg.” I shook my head. “The house was yours, and any jewelry, you made sure to keep it locked up in the safe so I didn’t have access to it. You controlled every aspect of my life until I couldn’t breathe.” Damn, I heard the emotion quivering in my voice, felt my eyes tear up. I wasn’t going to let him break me down again! “No more!” I choked out, meaning it. “You can have it all, just leave me alone.”

  I could see by his expression that he was clenching his jaw, and the unsympathetic look in his blue eyes made them appear like dark sapphires. His lips were pressed so tight that they had disappeared. He was about to explode because I wasn’t making things easy for him, I wasn’t seeing it his way. His way was the only way as far as Greg was concerned. As we stood there staring at each other I began to feel afraid. I didn’t know him anymore, and then it occurred to me that he was on something.

  Where is Bowie?

  Finally Greg took a deep breath, released it and said, “Well, I guess I’m going to have to convince you that we do belong together.”

  As soon as he began walking I turned, and did the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do, ran to the bathroom and locked myself inside. He swore when he reached the door, after turning the knob.

  “Open this fucking door, Gwendolyn!”

  In the next instant he kicked it. I screamed.

  “When are you going to realize that you’re mine until I say otherwise?”

  The next time Greg kicked the door it opened. I screamed when he reached for me. There was nothing in the tiny bathroom I could use as a weapon, and in spite of my pulling back Greg still managed to drag me into the bedroom. The hands around my upper arms were squeezing painfully.

  “Let me go!”

  “Okay,” he ground out from between his teeth.

  The next thing I knew he was flinging me onto the bed. I scrambled to the other side but before I could get off, Greg’s hand clenched in my hair, and I was hauled back and under him. He was a big man, I didn’t stand a chance, but it didn’t stop me from fighting him though. By the time he had me pinned against the bed we were both out of breath.

  “Greg−” He grabbed both my wrists, pinned them above my head, and then slapped me so hard that I was momentarily dizzy. “Greg, no!” What was he going to do?

  “Since my other ways of showing you who makes the decisions in this relationship haven’t worked in the past, maybe something more physical will get through to you.”

  I could feel him getting hard. Greg had never resorted to rape before. He usually dealt out his discipline in steps, slapping me around when all else failed. I tried to knee him in the groin but his thighs clamped down to keep me from moving.

  “Let me up, Greg.” I said the words between my teeth, growing more panicked by the second. Being held immovable against my will began to make me feel claustrophobic. “No matter what you do to me I’m not going back with you.”

  “So you’d rather go to jail for grand theft?”

  He began to grind his cock against me. “And you’ll go to prison for rape.”

  “Bitch!” He slapped me across the face again, and then his hand curled in the top of my boy shorts.

  I screamed, and turned my face when he tried to kiss me. “Greg, no, don’t do this! Please!” I hated the sound of my pleading. I hated Greg. With both my wrists trapped in his above my head, I felt him yank my shorts down. The next thing I felt was Greg’s hand at his zipper.

  “No!” I screamed as loud as I could.

  Seconds later the door to my room was kicked open, and slamming against the wall with enough force that it felt like the building shook. We both turned to see Bowie storm through the doorway like a wild, savage animal, his teeth bared. His rapier sharp gaze zeroed in on Greg, and what he was attempting, met my eyes briefly before swinging back to Greg. Greg let me go and started to back off the bed but he barely moved before Bowie’s hands grabbed him by the collar, and jerked him off me roughly.

  I dragged my shorts up, scrambled into a sitting position at the head of the bed, and watched Bowie pummel Greg with one punch after another, until he was slammed against the wall in a daze. His face was a bloody mess.

  As far as I could tell Greg hadn’t got in one punch. “Bowie, don’t kill him!” He wasn’t worth going to jail for, and I don’t want that on Bowie’s con
scious.

  Greg began to slide down the wall toward the floor but Bowie grabbed him by the front of his bloody shirt and started to pull him back to his feet. He drew back his fist and hit Greg in the face again.

  “Bowie!”

  He kept hitting Greg as if he didn’t hear me. As I watched blood splatter on the wall behind Greg, fear that he was already dead caused me to run to them. “Bowie!” I grabbed the hand that was continually smashing Greg in the face, and held it back with all my might. “Don’t kill him.” Our eyes met, the fierceness in Bowie’s should have sent me running but it didn’t. “Don’t kill him, please, he’s not worth it.”

  Bowie was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring like that of a wild stallion, and I could tell he was digesting the meaning behind my words. He let Greg fall to the floor. “He hurt you?” he rasped.

  “Not really,” I said, forcing a smile.

  “But he was going to.”

  “But you got here in time.”

  He glanced down at Greg, and then back at me as if just realizing something for the first time. “Your ex?” I nodded. “Looked like he was trying to rape you,” he sneered.

  “It would have been the first time. I think he realized that I meant what I said about not going back with him.” I frowned, noticing the fresh bruises on his Bowie’s face. I put my hand against his cheek. “What happened?”

  “Business.” Was all he said, and then Bowie surprised me by lowering his head and kissing me.

  I thought it would be brief but as his mouth became rougher. As the kiss deepened, I brought my arms up around his neck. Thank God he’d come when he had.

  “I’ll call the sheriff, he can deal with your ex,” he said when our lips parted. “Since you won’t let me kill him.”

  I laughed softly at his misplaced humor. “Thank you, for saving me from a fate worse than death.”

  His expression turned serious again. “Make no mistakes about it, babe, if he had gotten into your pants I would have fucking killed him.”

  I believed him.

  Chapter 8

  Gwen

  I couldn’t explain the relief I felt when it was all over with, and Greg was in the ambulance on his way to the hospital, with Sheriff Crawford following. Once he was cleaned up, and his wounds attended to, the sheriff was going to make sure that Greg knew his options. Leave Four Corners and never come back, or face assault charges. Giving me up would leave a bitter taste in Greg’s mouth, but I knew he wouldn’t choose jail either. He was too conceited for that.

  God, was it really over? It didn’t seem possible, and I had Bowie to thank for that. If he hadn’t shown up when he had Greg would have raped me, and then forced me to go back with him. For the first time in a long time I could breathe easy. I had the means to start over somewhere, and get on with my life. Maybe meet someone, and start a family. For some reason Bowie came to mind, and I found myself laughing. He was the last man I pictured as a family man. But there was definitely something about him that tempted me to find out.

  I think I’d decided to stay in Four Corners. I listened to the shower for a minute. Once the sheriff had left, Bowie had insisted I pack my stuff and come up to his room. I hadn’t minded his take charge attitude. With Greg it had been all about controlling me, getting off on making me do what he wanted me to do, feeling powerful. It was different with Bowie. He was the epitome of an alpha male. Tough, fearless, protective, and all packaged up in one hard, sexy body. I got the distinct impression that when he took charge it was still my decision to make whether I was going to do it or not.

  He was showering now, and I couldn’t help picturing him beneath the spray of water as it ran over his hard, defined muscles. Was I sick for wanting him so soon after Greg tried to force himself on me? I went to the bathroom, watching his shadow through the semi-clear shower curtain. The tub was barely big enough for him but I didn’t care. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled the curtain back.

  He looked over his shoulder, and I watched as a wicked grin shaped his sensuous mouth into something that I wanted to chew on. Then he swung around completely. I couldn’t stop my gaze from drinking him in, all of him. By the time I made the return trip back to his eyes I’d reached a hundred on the scale of one to ten on how horny I was. I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the hard cock bobbing between Bowie’s solid thighs.

  “You were expecting me?” I couldn’t help asking.

  He curled an arm around my waist, hauled me into the tub, and against his slick body. “Let’s just say I like to be ready at all times,” he teased.

  My chuckle was cut off when Bowie lowered his head and kissed me. At the same time I wrapped my hand around his cock, moving it gently up and down until I remembered he liked it rough. I tightened my grip, his deep groan my reward. His kiss turned demanding and we were suddenly devouring each other’s mouths. Lust-filled sounds echoed off the tile walls, proof our desire was mounting rapidly.

  Words seemed unnecessary, we let our mouths, hands and body lead the way to discovery, and a desperate need to conquer the lust in our blood. I was on fire inside. Bowie’s kiss was just that powerful, and then he deserted my mouth to kiss and bite his way down the side of my neck until I came undone.

  “Oh, fuck Bowie,” I tilted my neck so he had better access. “I want you inside me.” I tugged on the hard, hot muscle in my hand as if I could will him inside me. I was so turned on that I knew I was wet and ready for his penetration. “Bowie−” I squeezed him tighter.

  “Christ, baby, one more squeeze like that and I’m going to lose control like a fucking teenager.” His big body shuddered as if to back his comment up.

  I couldn’t resist. I didn’t care if he came all over me. The power I wielded gave me the confidence to drop to my knees. Without hesitation I took Bowie into my mouth, relishing in his feral growl. Right away I tongued the smooth, salty pre-cum from the huge slit at the head.

  “Fuck!” His hand clenched in my hair as he began to control my movements. “Keep sucking, baby.”

  I could tell when his speed picked up that he was getting ready to come. I sucked as hard as I could, the taste and scent of his sex stimulating me. I clenched my nails into his taut butt, willing him to lose control, and then something occurred to me. I’d never done it before but a wild urge to push Bowie over the top consumed me. I explored between his butt cheeks until locating his anus and then pushed the tip of my finger inside.

  “Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!”

  I could tell he hadn’t been expecting that. My scalp hurt where he was fisting my hair but it was a good hurt. He held me steady, his cock so deep that it was brushing the back of my throat, and filling my mouth with his liquid fire. I swallowed as fast as I could, moaning as Bowie pumped more and more of his seed into my mouth.

  He was barely done when he pulled out of my mouth, and forced me to my feet. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” His mouth slanted over mine, our tongues intermingling. I wondered if tasting himself on my tongue turned him on.

  He pushed me up against the wall, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once. The combination of his rough hands and rougher caresses left a trail of tingling sensation on my skin, and pushed every one of my senses to full alert. I was melting, while coming to life beneath his hands at the same time.

  I gasped for breath when Bowie pulled back. “Oh, God!” I trembled, dropping my hands on his shoulders when he dipped to take my nipple into his mouth. “That feels so good!” He moved on to my other one. I rolled my head against the tile.

  Bowie dipped between my legs, and then rose to his feet with me sitting on his shoulders. It happened so fast I let out a cry of fright, and clutched his head to keep from sliding off. Before I could ask what he was doing he had my back against the tile, his mouth locked on to my pussy, and my legs hanging down his back. Ohmygod!

  “That’s it, baby, put some cream on my tongue.”

  And did I. Bowie attacked my pussy vigorously, ramming his tongue
in and out in rapid succession. Looking down to see his face buried in my pussy was my undoing, that and his nose was bumping against my clit with his every movement. I climaxed hard, crying out as my body convulsed out of control. Bowie didn’t pull his face away when my body exploded around his tongue. Instead he wouldn’t let up, teasing me until I couldn’t take anymore and pushed him back.

  “I’ve… never come… that… hard,” I admitted in between gasps.

  “That was fucking good, baby,” Bowie growled, and I had the feeling he was talking about the taste of my cum on his tongue. He let me slide down his body, pausing long enough to kiss and nibble on my breasts. When my feet were on the ground again he bent to turn off the water. “My dick needs in you now.”

  I wasn’t surprised to see that he was just as long and hard as before, as though he hadn’t had an orgasm a few minutes ago. Bowie was virile. Good for me because I felt like I was discovering the joys of sex all over again, and rough sex at that. He was a generous lover, giving as good as receiving, something I hadn’t experienced in the last few years.

  My intent was to go to the bed once I stepped out of the tub but Bowie had other plans. He pushed me up against the vanity, bent me over with a rough hand at the back of my neck, and penetrated me from behind with one, well-aimed thrust. I cried out when he first rammed his huge cock into me but my body quickly adjusted to his length and girth.

  “Sweet Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” Bowie snarled, not wasting any time. His movements were designed to reach an orgasm as fast as possible. “Tell me you’re not leaving Four Corners, Gwen.”

  I pushed myself away from the counter enough to watch us in the mirror over the vanity. My boobs were shaking as Bowie fucked me like a man out of control. Our eyes met in the mirror. The expression on his rugged face jacked up my emotions. He looked wild, almost savage, his jaw was clenched and his nostrils flaring. It would be so easy to be afraid of him at this moment, but everything felt too damn good, and I didn’t want it to end.