Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) (11 page)

Agent Reynolds paced as he
spoke to the room full of men that he was briefing. “We have a woman who is being subjected to hell on earth and you guys are taking your time getting her out of there. This was not the agreement. Though I’m pleased that her sorry ass manager has been jailed for kidnapping her the first time, I’m not pleased that she has been held hostage for the last 48 hours by a band of terrorists. Make the fucking trade off and get the girl out of there!”

“We’re working on it.” One of the agents boldly spoke up.

“Then work faster before the poor girl is traumatized—or worse yet killed.”

Agents only shook their heads to signify agreement. Right now nobody wanted to cross their pissed off boss.

Lady

My body was racked with chills as I laid in a fetal position on the floor. I heard the door open and didn’t have the strength to even turn and investigate who was entering. I couldn’t remember ever being so sick. My body felt like it was experiencing the worst flu that I had ever been subjected to.

I couldn’t imagine having the flu in this climate. I could only guess that the mixture of sweltering heat in the day and brisk cool temperatures in the evening had caused me to get sick. Throw in the fact that my body was dehydrated and I hadn’t been eating and it was the perfect storm.

I could hear a man setting up a camera and I folded my
arms around my knees in an attempt to hide my nude body.

I chuckled as I thought
about how much the paparazzi were going to love this. Not that I cared—but if I survived this kidnapping I was going to be an even bigger star. And that was just the thing that I didn’t want to happen. It didn’t matter anymore because my life and times where no longer in my hands—they were in the hands of my captor.

Akmal had gained the things that he coveted most: me and control over me. It didn’t matter that he now possessed me, it didn’t
matter that he had gained control, it didn’t matter that I was his slave, what mattered was that I would never relinquish my heart to him. I knew that as sick as it was—that I had bonded with a monster. I could lie to myself from now until forever but it didn’t change that fact. Something about the obsession that Akmal held towards me pulled me into his web. I have never believed in falling in love but I have always believed in obsession. Whether I liked it or not, I likened love and obsession as being one in the same. In his own fucked up way—Akmal loved me…

Akmal

I held her trembling body in my arms against my bare chest with a blanket over her
. I didn’t need for her to hate me right now, because I hated myself enough for the both of us.

I had only agreed to this because I had believed that she would be safer if I were here to watch her. Now the reality set in that she could die believing that I had betrayed her. I didn’t see how she could ever forgive me for doing this and I knew that I would never forgive myself.

Where were those agents that were supposed to be tracking her every move? This was going into a 72 hour kidnapping and it wasn’t supposed to last 24 hours. I would give them one more day and if they weren’t here by then, I would do what I did best—I would take control of the situation.

She had no access to a Dr.
here and I’d be damned if I was going to let her die of pneumonia. I smoothed her hair as another fit of coughing hit her weakened body. Every cough that escaped her now blue tinted lips racked my body with pain. I literally felt like someone was squeezing my heart from my chest. It was true—I was nothing more than a monster and I destroyed everything that I touched. I would never forgive myself if I ended up being the demise of the only woman that I had ever loved. My hair fell down around my face as I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m so sorry Leila—so very sorry…

Gunshots rang out through the air and I squeezed behind the iron bed and waited. I held Leila in my arms as if our lives depended on it—and they did.

We would be safer here waiting until there was a body count. I knew what most people don’
t know, that a high percentage of kidnap victims die in the rescue attempt. We had come too far and been through too much to die now. I at least had to have the opportunity to explain to her why I had done this. I looked up as the door flew open revealing Agent Reynolds and felt a wave of relief. “We have to get moving—she is so sick.”

He grabbed me and ushered us into a waiting ambulance—let the agents deal with the fallout of this mess, I had only one thing on my mind and that was getting this girl to safety.

“You have to talk to him. He did what he had to. If you believe that he will ever release you, you are so very mistaken. You don’t know my brother like I do, he is crazy.”

I leaned against the pillows that she had placed behind my back and eyed her. “I’m very aware of how crazy that your brother is.”

“Leila, what you aren’t aware of is the power that he has to go along with that crazy streak of his. I have never seen him this obsessed with a woman before. He is never going to let you go.”

“You can’t just take people and keep them Farah.” I rolled my eyes at the audacity of such a claim.

“You aren’t in America, our men play by a set of different rules.”

“Farah this conversation is over, please just bring me some tea and let me rest.”

I looked up to see Akmal whispering something to Farah as she left.

He made his way over stretching his long suited legs out and clasping his hands behind his neck as he spoke. “She’s right you know? I have no intentions of releasing you.”
He smirked as he spoke again. “She is also right about me being crazy.”

“You have no authority over me Akmal.”

“It amuses me that you believe that Leila. You have no idea the amount of authority that I have over you.”

I reached out taking my tea from Farah and took a drink
. “I don’t understand you Akmal. You have a harem of women and yet you insist on the one woman that you can’t have.”

“I can assure you that I have never been faced with that dilemma.”

I finished off the tea and set the cup on the nightstand. “You can go now Akmal—I’m going to rest now.”

“You won’t be resting Leila, but you will be riding my cock.”

I immediately felt a heat surge in my loins. “You bastard!”

“Guilty as charged, my lady.”

Akmal

“I told you that we have ways of dealing with non-compliant females here in my country, when are you going to listen to me? When are going to realize that I am not a man of empty threats? I say what I mean and I mean what I say.”

I stood removing my suit and neatly laying over the back of the chair. I stroked my cock as I leaned down tweaking a nipple. “Mm, that little body of yours reacts so well to that aphrodisiac doesn’t it?”

“Fuck you Akmal.”

“Absolutely young lady. Now bend
your knees and spread your legs, I want to watch you finger fuck that pussy of yours.”

I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, “There it is—there is that come fuck me hard look. Suck your juices off of your fingers my little captive.”

“I, I’m not—oh fuck Akmal pleeeze.”

“No, I’m going to make you wait.” I made my way back over to my pants and grabbed her ring. “Do
you want my cock I asked taunting her by pumping it in and out with my fist?”

“Yes,”

“Shh, give me your finger. That’s it,” I stated slipping it on.

“See, you can be a good girl.”

She was groaning as she writhed like a snake on the bed, begging me to fuck her with her eyes. “You’re coming back to my bed tonight, right?”

“Fuck Akmal, anything, I’m horny, make it stop.”

“Shh, I’m in no hurry.”

I lowered my head between her legs lapping at her juices as I pushed two fingers slowly into her
. “Are you going to cum for me baby?” I taunted her. In no time she was bucking up towards my fingers. I pushed her legs back forcing her to take the full onslaught of a raging orgasm.

“I need to be fucked Akmal, I need it.”

I flipped her over on all fours and slammed into her. I knew that aphrodisiac was turning her into a slut just for me. She was right; she needed to be viciously fucked. I dug my nails into her hips, listening to her scream out my name.

It never got old with her. No matter how many times I fucked her, I wanted her again. I never got tired of her and I never would. I thanked God for the day that she was dropped into my life and I didn’t care how ruthless of a bastard that I had to be to keep her—I would do anything. I had no intentions of letting her out of my sight, much less letting her go.

I slowed my pace watching her claw at the sheets as I rotated my hips like a cork screw winding my way in and out of her. Over and over her body racked with orgasms that I gave her. She screamed my name, promising me the moon, and telling me that she would give me anything that I wanted. I listened to her lies and I knew that the only way that she would succumb to me would be if I made her—and make her I would…

Lady

I knew the next day that Akmal was gone for the day. Today would be the day that I sat
isfied my curiosity about who Akmal really was. He was a contradiction in terms—one day the villain and the next a hero. I was leaning towards him being some kind of spy. What else could it be for him to change roles at will?

I made my way up to the third floor and waited. I immediately knew what door led to the secretive office by the way that it looked. It looked more like a bank vault than an office door.

I ducked behind a corner and watched as Akmal’s assistant made his way to the door and punched a code in. I quickly grabbed my phone and turned the flash off starting the video app. I was blindly doing it and could only hope that I would capture the code that his large hands punched in. I waited him to leave and made my move.

I assume that lady luck was with me because I captured just what I needed—the code to get into that office and once and for all find out who my captor was. I was tired of this whole cloak and dagger scenario with Akmal.

Akmal

I chuckled as the red light on my wrist band alerted me that security had been compromised. I secured the office where no one could get in or out. It would be very interesting to watch the look on her face when she realized that she was trapped—priceless.

Sooner or
later she was going to realize that she couldn’t win against me. It sure was fun watching her try to convince herself that she could outwit me though. She was one of the most tenacious women that I had ever been subjected to. It was just one of the many reasons that I found her so alluring.

She could bet her sweet ass that she would be getting disciplined for this little act of defiance. She wasn’t just fucking with me—she was fucking with national security. She had just given me all of the leverage that I needed to legally hold her hostage. I smiled as I thought of the age old adage ‘give a person enough rope and they would hang themselves.’ Once again Leila had put herself at my mercy—Life was good…

Lady

I made my way over to Akmal’s desk, I already knew that I wouldn’t gain access to his computer due to pass word security but I could still dig through his paperwork and desk drawers.

I was shocked to see that he had a picture of me on his desk—one that I wasn’t aware that he had taken.

Stalker

I picked it up looking at it. It was a picture where I was outside and had lifted a flower up smelling it. You could tell that I wasn’t aware that it had been taken and it caught an air of innocence. I wondered if that was why he liked it.

The papers on his desk revealed what I had already guessed. Akmal was a military Intel officer. I felt some relief at knowing that he wasn’t a terrorist. At least I hadn’t de
veloped feelings for a monster—but who was I kidding—Akmal was a monster. Akmal was a very dangerous man and the fact that I never could get a ‘read’ on him only made him that much more of a threat. Provoking him wouldn’t be a good idea—so why did I constantly do it?

I heard the sound of a door closing and sealing and jumped beneath the desk. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I covered my mouth to avoid crying out in fear. I could see his Italian leather shoes
standing right in front of me.

Akmal

I ran my tongue over my teeth making a tutting noise due to my irritation with Leila. “I can smell your fear. You sneaky little bitch!” I viciously fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her out. I pulled her in towards my face, “You know that horse whipping that I have been threatening you with—you’re getting ready to get it.”