SLADE: Captive to the Dark

by Alaska Angelini

  “In.” He let go and nudged me, but my feet planted.

  “What’s your first name?”

  I was lifted and placed under the water like a child. The act made me latch onto his arm and pull as hard as I could so he’d get wet in the process. It’d serve him right for being such a brute. When I saw the look in his eyes, I quickly discovered it’d had the opposite effect of what I’d intended. A smile came to his face and he stepped inside, shoes and all.

  “Is this what you wanted? All you had to do was ask.” Hands gripped my thighs and he lifted, pinning me against the cold tile wall. I opened my mouth to suck in air and he took advantage, plunging his tongue inside to sweep against mine. The kiss was crushing, yet gentle. The perfect pressure to get my blood flowing to dangerous levels. “Say it.” His palm cupped the bruised side of my face and he pushed his full lips into mine again. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Let me down.” I wiggled, pissed that he just wouldn’t give up.

  Water poured over us while he pushed into me harder. The thick length of his cock was level with my pussy and I subconsciously moved against it. How would it feel to have him deep within me? In the one place I’d never let anyone go before? I knew it’d hurt the first time, and I was more than okay with that. But then what? My gift would be gone. Forever. I’d cherished it for so long. Why him? Well, I knew why. Not only did he affect me like no other man had, but it was wrong, so therefore, right.

  “What’s your name? Tell me.”

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “No. I can’t do that.”

  A growl came from him. “Why not?

  “Because we both know it’s not true.” What he’d told my father came back and I suddenly realized how stupid it’d been to want him. After the thirty days, if he didn’t get his sister back, I was being sold into the life of a sex slave. How had I blocked that part out? “Let me go.” Earnestly, I began to fight. The name of my kidnapper was suddenly not important anymore. Escape was.

  “Calm down.” My arms were pinned behind me, crushed against my ass and the tile. “Tell me. What were you thinking?”

  The steam made it hard to breathe. My breasts rose and fell as I tried to read him. Would he do it? Would he really unleash me to the evil men who paid to torture and maim women?

  “Talk to me, dammit.” His fingers wrapped into my long bangs and he held my face level with his.

  “You’re going to sell me if you don’t get what you want.”

  The air electrified around us as I waited for his response. It took forever, but he eased me to the ground and began taking off his clothes. The shirt stuck to him as he pulled it over his head. My eyes immediately went to his side. A large pink and white stargazer lily stood out against his tanned skin. I’d never seen a flower on a man before. It threw me off for a moment. Then, I remembered his sister. Lily.

  “I may be an asshole, but I’m not completely heartless. You won’t be sold to the traffickers, but you won’t be going home either.”

  “What?” I watched his shirt drop, his jeans and shoes following. The size of his cock, not even hard, had my eyes widening. I looked away fast before my attention got stuck there. “I said you were mine, and I wasn’t lying. If I don’t get my sister back, you’ll never leave. You’ll be my captive until I decide otherwise. But don’t bet on that happening. I won’t give your father the satisfaction of knowing you’re free. And don’t think he’ll come after you. The evidence I have would put us both behind bars for a very long time. He won’t risk it. Not even for you.”

  “You sound so sure of yourself. He wouldn’t let me stay kidnapped. He just wouldn’t. Word will get out that I’m missing eventually, and it would ruin his political career. He cares more about that than anything else.”

  Water poured over his head and he reached up, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re already presumed dead to the outside world, Mary. It’s all over the news. Boating accident. They’ve been searching the water for your body for days. We both know they’re not going to find one. No one will ever know. Your father is pretty much covering his tracks in case he can’t pull through with our deal. If they find Lily, your story will likely be you surfaced in some small town, amnesia from hitting your head. If not, you’ll remain with me and stay my personal slave.”

  My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor. I wasn’t going to be sold, but I wouldn’t be free either. I’d be his. For real. And not in a good way. Just a constant reminder of the sister he wanted to find. Proof of his hate for Victor.

  A smell similar to his cologne drifted through the enclosed space, but I didn’t look up to see him washing. I stared, ahead, in a daze. Escape. It was the only option I had. To do that, I needed him to trust me. I needed out of the ropes and out of his room. That also meant I’d have to comply with his orders. Break my hold by giving him what he wanted. Ownership. It was only a word, but to me it was more. Just lie. It’s the key to your freedom. Tell him whatever he wants and play along. You’ll be out of here in no time.

  Trust. To gain his, I’d have to open myself up. I could do it. After all, I knew how to dissociate myself. I’d been doing it for years. There were no tears when I talked about the rape to my therapist. Just numbness and the flowing of words. I’d do that with everything concerning this man.

  I looked up. Drops of water splashed my face causing me to squint. He was watching. Waiting to see how I’d react. “He’ll find her,” I assured. “I won’t be here for long. As for Victor’s reaction to the situation, I’m not surprised on the route he took. He always was great at hiding secrets and making things go his way. This will just be another one.”

  “You said, Victor. You call him that?”

  I shrugged and stood. “I do now.”

  “Never before?”

  I stood and moved around him to get in the water. “No. But he’s not my father regardless of how this turns out. The moment he admitted to the sex trafficking, he lost me. After all, he’s no better than the man that raped me when I was thirteen. He’s allowing girls and women to get hurt. I won’t be a part of it.”

  “Raped? I never came across that while I was researching you.” His face darkened as he looked at me. I ignored him while I reached for the bottle of soap and began lathering my hair.

  “Nor will you. I told you, my father is great at burying secrets. The man that hurt me, he was,” I held up my hands doing the quotation mark sign, “taken care of. Whatever that means. I never saw him again and was told to forget it ever happened.”

  The room grew silent and I could tell he was lost in thought. Slowly, his head shook. “He took your innocence from you and your father told you to forget about it?”

  “No.”

  Confusion filled his face.

  “I still have my virginity. He didn’t rape me there.”

  “Oh.” He seem to take in my words. “You’re still a virgin? But Jordan. You were about to let him fuck you. I can’t believe you almost gave your virginity to that piece of shit.”

  The soap ran down my chest and I saw him lower his gaze to my breasts. He tightened his jaw and met my stare.

  “No.” I made sure the shampoo was out and stepped forward. “I was going to let him hurt me because I like the pain. It helps release something in me. Then, I was going to let him fuck my ass. As for my virginity, that is mine.” I slowed down, stressing my words. “All mine. No one else’s. I choose who I give it to, and I made it perfectly clear to him that he wouldn’t be that person.”

  The tension building in me grew by the second. I wanted him to know he couldn’t have my gift unless I chose him. For some reason, I didn’t see him trying to rape me. My captor could have taken me against my will the very first night, or any other since I’d been here. He hadn’t. The threats probably should have scared me, but for some reason I couldn’t see him going that far.

  “Your virginity is safe, for now. Your ass is not. I’m moving back in my room tonight and you’re goin
g to do as you’re told. All we have is time. I don’t care how long it takes. You will be mine, in all ways, eventually.”

  I lathered my body with soap, trying to make sense of his words. “You act like I’m not leaving in a few weeks. I told you he’d find your sister, and he will.”

  “You have more confidence than I do.” The shower door opened and he got out, grabbing a towel. I took my time, dreading the ropes that I knew would soon follow. Surprise grew after ten minutes went by and he didn’t rush me. My thoughts were all too consuming, and I let them continue while I turned off the water and pulled back the door. There was no fighting this if I wanted to get free. I dried off and followed him into the room, still in a daze. The ropes were in his hands. It was time.

  The moment we reached the edge of the bed I lowered to my knees and bowed my head. I knew how a slave should act. Or, at least, I thought I did. My wrists came together and I raised my hands over my head. Giving myself to him to do as he wished.

  “Look at me.” The demand was soft spoken. My eyes rose, but didn’t hold his stare. “No. You will not play that role without your admission. Say it.”

  Damnit. My mouth parted but nothing would come out except a sound of desperation. Was this so hard? Say it, Mary. Tell him he owns you. It’s so easy. Just speak! Fuck, I couldn’t. How was I ever going to escape if I couldn’t obey? My eyes raked over his hard body, all muscle and definition. The V that was exposed from the towel hanging at his hips made my mouth water and it only angered me more. I jumped to my feet and snatched the rope. “I’ll do it my fucking self.”

  “There’s my girl.” His hand grasped my throat and slammed me onto the bed. The muscles constricted and I took a deep breath as best as I could. “You’re a fighter, Mary. I like that.” He tightened his hold and grabbed my arm, sliding me to the head of the bed. Pain bit into my thighs as he wedged my legs apart.

  Water dropped down from his dark hair, splattering on my cheek. He leaned in until he was only inches from my face. “Never tell someone your weakness. You made the biggest mistake of your life by telling me yours.” Fingers rubbed over my folds and I could feel myself growing wet at his touch. My hips jerked to the side, only bringing him closer to my opening.

  “When you give your enemy something to go after, they’ll take it without a second thought. If I wanted, I could strip your virginity from you. You hold on to that more than anything. Why shouldn’t I want it?” His eyes narrowed. “I do, you know. God, I want it.” The grip loosened and he slid his rough cheek against mine. “Soon, Mary Hagen, you’ll be mine in every way possible.”

  A moan slipped free and I moved my hips. Damn my treacherous body. I did want him despite my mind going against everything I’d decided since I was thirteen.

  “Fuck. Keep moving. You’re so wet for my cock.”

  A finger slid inside of me as deep as it would go before hitting my wall, and I gasped.

  “So you’re telling the truth.” Teeth pulled at my earlobe, tugging gently. “I thought maybe you were lying, but the thought was still hot. Feeling the proof for myself, I couldn’t want you more.” Another finger joined the first and my hands jerked to his biceps. Pleasure built deep within me until I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t release. My hips moved faster, wanting some unknown need I’d never felt before.

  Continuous sounds poured from my mouth. The grip on my throat disappeared and my captor grabbed my wrists while he lowered. My head flew up from the pillow. “What are you doing?”

  “No questions. Lie back before I snap those handcuffs on you.”

  That was the last thing I wanted. Cautiously, I lowered back down while he bit along my lower stomach, working his way down even more.

  “I’m going to lick and suck all over this pussy. Tell me you want it.”

  My head shot up. “You can’t do that.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “No? I think I can. You’re not going to seriously tell me you’ve never had a guy do that before.”

  Fear surged through me. I wasn’t sure why. “No one is allowed to touch me there. I don’t allow it.”

  “But you’ll let them fuck your ass? Hurt you?”

  “Yes.”

  A dark smile spread across his face and his teeth bit into my stomach again. “Tell me you want it.”

  My hips moved, sliding my pussy against his neck. Hot tingling surged through me at the rough, wet friction. “Do it.”

  The victory I was so sure would be on his face wasn’t. Just pure focus on what he wanted. Slade lowered, kissing his way to the top of my smooth folds. I’d always waxed. Couldn’t stand shaving and didn’t like having the thick curls. I’d never been more thankful in that moment. Embarrassment should have set in, but I was too hot to care at this point.

  Instinctively, my back arched the lower he went. “Wait. You have to tell me your name. Please. I can’t keep going if I don’t even know who you are.”

  Teeth sunk into my inner thigh. I screamed and jerked against the pain.

  “Say it. Tell me who owns you.”

  My head rose. “Your name, first. Then, I give you my word. I will say what you want to hear.”

  The gray of his eyes shone brightly while he studied me. “If you’re lying, I’m going to carve my name into your skin. I still might. You really want to know it?”

  Why had his words nearly brought me to orgasm? Why did I want him to stay true to his threat? I nodded. “Tell me.”

  “Slade. Slade Roberts.”

  The room spun and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching to clasp my hand over my mouth. Slade Roberts. The Slade Roberts. It wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be. “You’re the owner of Slade Industries. Rivals with the Brighton’s.”

  “And, now you know. You see, they didn’t have a clue it was my sister they were taking, and they made a huge mistake by assuming I could never discover the truth of who was behind it. But I did. I’ve done everything I can to uncover where Lily is, but only they’ll be able to figure that out. For your sake, they better, because you won’t fare well in this life, little Mary.”

  Slade’s teeth sunk into my other thigh and I groaned as he broke through the skin on that side too. My hands were pulled down tighter, wedging beneath my ass. While his tongue licked over his marks, I felt the fog of desire wipe away all thoughts. Nothing existed except where his tongue was going next. I held my breath as he moved closer to where I was suddenly craving for him to be.

  Chapter 6

  Slade

  The warm tang of Mary’s blood took over my senses like the most addicting drug there ever was. I wanted more. To transfuse myself with her innocence and dilute my life of sin and debauchery. She may have dabbled in things with her past, but she and I weren’t even comparable. At almost thirty, I’d spent my life building up what I had. Spending almost every night with a different woman, doing as I pleased, whenever I wanted. It wasn’t until Lily disappeared that reality had crashed into me, hard.

  My sister. My responsibility. Gone. All because I was too busy to watch out for her. I’d taken care of Lily since we were young. The parents we had weren’t much of a mother and father. They traveled the world, expecting their hired help to take care of us. When they were killed, I was twenty. It was only natural for me to get guardianship over her. After all, I’d taken care of her up until that point anyway. College and responsibility over a ten year old was the most trying time of my life, but she and I had pulled through just fine.

  When I was hired by P&R, my first company, I went right to the top. It didn’t take me long at all to have a high rise office. My ideas were genius. They loved me, and I loved working there. But like everything in my life, I wanted more. Needed to control what I knew should have belonged to me. I used more than three quarters of my inheritance and bought the company, taking a gamble. It paid off, multiple times over. I bought more companies all over the world, merging them into Slade Industries. I was on top of the world…and then it crashed to the ground with one frantic phone
call from Samantha Andrews. Lily was missing.

  My hands pushed Mary’s thighs wider, locking my thoughts away. I wouldn’t think of Lily right now. There was time for that later. Now wasn’t it. Mary was my focus. She blew me away with her sudden openness. I hadn’t been expecting it and sure as hell didn’t know what to tell her concerning her issues. It pissed me off that someone could hurt a child, but her father said he’d taken care of it. No doubt he killed the man. I sure as fuck would have. And I’d taken plenty of lives in the last three months. Fucking scum traffickers. I’d kill them all if Governor Hagen didn’t pull through. Shit, I still might. It’d be fun. Like shooting fish in a barrel.

  “Slade.” Mary’s head rose and she looked down at me. The slow licks of my tongue traced her folds. I wasn’t ready to connect with her clit or push toward her slit. Mary’s juices took me over, and I couldn’t get over how fucking wet she was. I’d never seen anything like it. The darkness in me swirled and I couldn’t help but do things like bite her, or choke her. She drove me crazy to the point of madness. Her curves were perfect, her face…so damn innocent. Not like her sister at all. I would have fucking destroyed that stupid bitch had I gotten my hands on her. Jordan’s work wouldn’t have compared to what I wanted to do. She’d be dead by the time I was done. Taking my sister. Fuck!

  I closed my eyes against the anger and instead, sucked Mary’s clit into my mouth. She instantly fought to get her hands free, but I held them tighter. Slowly, I eased the suction until my mouth broke from her pussy. Sweetness coated my lips, begging I sample more of the essence of my slave. I’d had her blood. Now, I wanted her come. I wanted to take every drop she had to give. She was going to have the best orgasm of her life and it was going to belong to me.

  “Tell me who you belong to.” My tongue swept over her opening and she moaned, loudly. The flush that tinted her cheeks had me mesmerized. Out of all the photos I’d seen, over all the time I’d watched her, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did glowing from what I’d done. Me. It was all because of me. “Say it.”