Chapter8
He kissed me like a punishment. Smashing his lips against mine as his body pressed against me. Once his body was holding mine up, his hand moved from my neck to cup my jaw, allowing his mouth to move softer against mine, coaxing me to kiss him back. Urging me to come out and play with him...
"Do you want me to be your captor, Kitten? Or do you want me to be your poison?"
I didn't know what the hell he meant by that, but my blood was boiling. There was some spark between us that was perverted and wrong, but somehow burned so bright.
My fists gripped his t-shirt, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer. Right now, I was too busy fighting with myself to bother with him.
That gave Borya time to take over, sliding himself between my hips to press his erection fully between my thighs.
“What are we doing?” I breathed as he reached down to cup between my legs.
I thrust myself against him wantonly. Something between us was going off the rails. I had no idea what was happening with me.
Finally, he pulled back. Not far. Just enough so his lips were no longer touching me and his dark eyes were boring into mine. “There’s no stopping this, Kitten. What’s between you and me is something else. You feel it, don’t you?” The heel of his palm pressed into my clit. I rubbed against him like some wild creature.
A moment later, he was gone from my gaze. The jeans I just put on were being tugged down my legs.
“Borya, stop.”
My underwear was torn off my legs, and the next moment, his head was between my thighs as he lifted a leg over his shoulder. “No. I thought about this all night. You don’t say no to this.”
Any thought of fighting him flew from my mind at the first swipe of his tongue along my pussy.
I’d only ever been with one guy before, and it was over and done with so fast, it barely counts. And that selfish bastard never considered going down on me.
But this kidnapper was eating me out like I was a fucking dessert, sucking on my clit as he slid two thick fingers in my soaking wet pussy. His beard scratched against the delicate skin of my inner thighs. The friction made me wiggle against him, which only made his grip on me firmer as he continued his devouring.
No one had ever made me feel like this. I couldn’t remember why I should be fighting it. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as Borya worked my body with his fingers, tongue and then teeth, bringing an orgasm on me so fast and hard that I had to hold onto Borya’s shoulders or I would’ve fallen sideways.
As the aftershocks were rolling through me, I kept my eyes closed, too embarrassed to face what I had done.
Or rather what I hadn’t done. I hadn’t fought. I hadn’t put up resistance. I’d gotten a taste of pleasure and gave in. His confusing treatment of me finally got me to give in.
I kept waiting for him to lift me and spread my legs wide as he impaled me and took what he wanted. Or maybe he’d push me down and make me suck his cock. He’d gotten me off, now it was only fair that he got his.
But there were only the sounds of his panting breaths, the pressure and release of his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. I might have my eyes closed, but he was still invading all my senses. “What was that?” I finally asked. On a basic level, I knew what it was.
But it brought me right back to what I had just been yelling at him about. What was he doing with me? Was I his hostage? Was I something else? What did he plan to do with me and why was he toying with me this way?
“That was a glitch in my self-control.”
His going down on me was a glitch? I wanted to be insulted, but then he pressed his lips against mine, delivering a soft and gentle kiss. I sucked in a breath as I tasted myself on his lips, but he didn’t push it any further, backing off as quickly as he’d swooped in.
“Get dressed. As soon as the coast is clear, we’re leaving.” Then he turned away like nothing happened and walked to the back room, leaving me scrambling to pull on my underwear and pants.
That was it? He wasn’t even going to try to finish? Now I was even more confused than before! And screw him for making me have a sex talk with my kidnapper.
As soon as my jeans were buttoned, I scrambled after Borya, already looking for something I could boink him over the head with. “That’s enough. I’m not playing these games with you anymore. You let me out of here right now and stop fucking with me!” I immediately regretted my word choice, but it was too late to take it back now, so I planted my hands on my hips and stood there indignantly, hoping all the shakes from the intense climax had worked their way out of my system.
Borya was collecting a bunch of items from the bathroom and putting them into a bag. He didn’t even look over his shoulder at me. “All right, Kitten. You win.”
“How dare you! I…. I win? What does that mean?” Had I misheard him?
“I fucked up when I thought Alek was in danger from your friend. And maybe having you as leverage would protect me from Alek’s wrath, but your presence has proved too complicating.”
Too complicating? Now I wasn’t a good enough hostage because I was too complicating? I wasn’t stupid enough to argue with him, but how dare he make this my fault. If anyone was making this complicated, it was his tongue!
“As soon as the cameras show it’s all clear, I’m going to get us both out of here. I’ll let Alek know where you are, and I’ll take off.”
I shook my head. None of that made me feel any better. “Wait. I thought those crazy guys were after your brother, and you were trying to protect him.”
“‘Crazy guys’ is an understatement. Black Thorn is an organized crime group that spans multiple continents. They have no remorse or guilt when it comes to lining their wallets. They’ll absorb anything and everything in their way when it comes to increasing their own power.”
“I think ‘crazy guys’ still kind of covers it. What are they going to do to you?”
He stopped filling his bag and rose to his full height, abruptly reminding me why I shouldn’t be worrying about his safety and should really be focusing on my own.
“If they find me, they might kill me quickly. Or they will try to reprogram me, which is a thousand times worse.”
“Reprogramming? What the hell is that? Is that a fancy way of saying torture?”
“Everything is torture where Black Thorn is concerned.”
“They’re a torture heavy group. That’s great to know.”
“All the more reason to get you out of the picture. I’m going to drop you off at your apartment and let Alek take care of you.”
Let Alek take care of me? Gross. I didn’t even know the guy. And even if he would take care of me, it didn’t mean he would help with Layla. How much had Daisy told him about me? About my other responsibilities? “Alek isn’t going to bother with someone like me. Just drop me off at the apartment and I’ll take it from there.”
He rolled his neck, the cracks and pops echoing through the storage room. “You want me to abandon you when guys like the Black Thorn are sniffing around?”
“Shockingly, I managed to avoid them the first nineteen years of my life. I’ll manage to avoid them for the rest.”
“You’re going with Alek or you’re staying with me. Those are your only options.”
“You are impossible!”
“I’m not your friend, Kitten.” He stepped forward. “I’m not your boyfriend.” He moved closer. “I’m not even your acquaintance. I’m still your keeper and until I let you go, you’re still my little captive and you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do.” He reached up, running a finger through a lock of my hair. It took everything to stop from pulling back. The gentle touch was a threat in every way shape and form.
“You should be grateful I’m not having you strip and bend over to spread your ass open for me right now. My cock is still hard, and I can still taste your cunt on my tongue.”
My mouth hung open, but no words came out. It was ironic, because I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me, yet all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air.
More upset with myself than him at the moment, I twisted around and paced back to the beds where I sat and waited. He was just saying those things to get a rise out of me. The problem was that it had worked. I was supposed to be the fighter. How had Borya rendered me useless so quickly?
He was going to let me go. So what if he called Alek? I’d wiggle out of this, get to Layla and his world would be out of my hands. If Daisy wanted someone like Alek to be her protector, that was her choice. I might not agree with it, but what could I do? Looking at the screen, Alek was still sitting next to the bed, keeping watch over Daisy while she slept. Dude was crazy but at least he seemed to care about her. I loved Daisy as much as I loved my own sister, but I had never watched her sleeping to make sure she was safe.
What did this mean for me? Was there even a place for me in Miami? I came here with Daisy. We were going to make our life together. I was helping her get through school, both working to afford an apartment and every spare penny I made was going to support Layla.