Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (17 page)

“No.”

“No?” She pretended to be surprised, if it were anyone else they may have bought her performance, but I knew better.

“No.”

She stood. “In that case, we’re at a standstill, and I guess I’ll be on my way. Don’t suppose you’re going to give me a lift back to the dorms – you know – since you were the one that forced me here against my will?”

I stood as well, preparing to chase after her if she decided to make a run for it. “What I mean is you’re going to be staying here with me until I figure this whole situation out.”

“I have classes tomorrow morning. If you’re not going to kill me, then I’m leaving.” She turned from the table and began making her way into the bedroom.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m finding the keys to your car, and once I’m out of here, if I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you.” She didn’t turn to face me but disappeared into the bedroom. I began hearing the sound of dresser drawers opening and closing.

“You’re never going to find the keys, Rebecca.” I had them safely hidden so her escape wouldn’t be an easy one in case she managed to get the better of me during one of our altercations.

Walking over to the bedroom, I leaned a shoulder against the door jamb and watched her ransack my room. After ten minutes of frantic searching, she spun to face me. She was fuming.

I laughed.

“They’re not in here, are they?”

“Nope,” I took an immense amount of pleasure telling her.

“I’m not going to find them, am I?”

“Not in this lifetime.”

Shaking her head, she stretched her arms out to the sides. “Then get it over with.” She wasn’t being a defeatist; she was being sarcastic. I could tell by the challenging look she shot me as she said it.

Then an idea hit me, an idea that was so crazy it just might work… If Emily was the goodie goodie I thought she was, then if she knew her sister was in trouble, trouble that only she could get little sister out of, she’d play the martyr and come out of hiding.

“No. I’m not done with you yet. We’re skipping to plan C.”

“What’s plan C? Better yet, what was epic fail plans A and B?”

Humouring her, I counted them off on my fingers. “Plan A was charm you.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes at me. “Worked like a charm.”

“Funny, I had my tongue between your legs, and you were begging me to fuck you on the second date.”

“I hadn’t been laid in a while, and admittedly, I was desperate.”

“I had you begging me not even an hour ago.”

“I needed some stress relief.”

What a sarcastic bitch. I fucking loved it.

Ignoring her, I continued, “Plan B was to kidnap you, torture the information out of you, and then bury you in the back of the cabin.”

She cocked a brow at me, crossing her arms over her chest. “Charming.”

 
“Plan C is simply this… I’m going to use you as bait.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

All humour left my expression, and I pushed myself away from the door jamb and advanced on her. “You’re about to find out.”

Chapter 17

Rebecca

I took a step back as he advanced on me. Then another. I couldn’t read his expression. Maybe I’d pushed him too far. What in the hell did he have planned? I frantically looked around the room for a weapon – there was nothing but a bed behind me. Just as he lunged, I ducked under his arm and bolted from the room.

“Rebecca!” he roared after me as I sprinted across the room. Why he didn’t lock me up as soon as I got out of the shower I had no idea. He must have known I’d make a run for it.

I almost made it to the door when he slipped an arm around my waist and hoisted me up and into the air, my back being pinned against his hard wall of a chest.

“Let me go!” I clawed at his arm holding me. If I could bite the bastard I would.

But in a fucked up way, I didn’t want him to let me go.
 
I enjoyed the challenge he was presenting me. Pushing his buttons gave me a rush I’d never experienced before – and I didn’t want it to end.

“You wanted to know what plan C was,” he growled in my ear, “You’re going to find out first hand, love.”

“You’d better do your worst now, because I’m going to gut you in your sleep,” I threatened.

“No, you won’t.”

He carried me to the sofa and flung me down on it, his body collapsing onto mine. Grabbing my hands in his, he pinned them over my head as I squirmed under him, attempting to buck him off.

I settled down, panting hard, realizing that attempting to fight him was futile. “Why won’t I?”

“Because you’re as infatuated with me as I am with you.”

I stared up into his eyes, not sure what to say to him, but he didn’t seem to be conning me. He seemed to be serious. My eyes narrowed at him as if squinting would unravel the whole mystery, and this entire situation would suddenly make sense. So much wasn’t making sense right now that it had my head spinning.

But my body was responding to him.

“You’re kidding yourself. Textbook delusion of grandeur that comes with being a psychopath.” I attempted to squirm under him, but all I managed to do was settle him between my legs, just two thin layers of material separating me from his hardening shaft.

And as much as I wanted to deny it, I did want him. As much as I told myself I hated every fiber of his being, that wasn’t entirely true either. He knew so much about me and accepted me for it. Hell, he embraced me because of it.

Men in my past bored me. This was hardly boring.

I closed my eyes and gave my head a shake. This was fucking insanity.

“What are you thinking?”

I opened my eyes, and my mouth opened, but words seemed to be lost on me.

“Rebecca?”

“What are your plans for me?”

He shifted on me, his cock grinding deeper between my legs, causing the cotton boxers to rub against my clit, which put my pussy on high alert, and my core tremble slightly with need.

“Right now,” he lowered his head to my neck and nipped lightly, “I’m going to flip you over and fuck you while you have a butt plug in your ass, and you’re going to come over my cock, over and over.”

I inhaled sharply as he nipped a little harder.

Clear head, I need a clear head
, I coached myself, but the feeling was overriding any thought. Escape seemed like an insane idea at the moment. Instead, all I wanted was to be closer to him, our bodies united and to bask in the pleasure he was offering.

“Then what?”

“Then we’ll figure out a way to lure Tanner out. You’ll get to avenge your father’s murder, and I’ll be done with this job.” Releasing my hands, he lifted his body from mine. I attempted to grab him and pull him back down, but he was too fast.

Kyle stood towering over me, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up and over his head. Fuck, his body was incredible, and it left me amazed each time I looked at it.

He walked over to the fireplace and reached up the chimney stack. After a minute, he pulled his hand back, and in his fingertips, were the car keys. Approaching me, he dangled them in front of my eyes, grabbed my hand, and turned it palm up. He dropped the keys in my palm and closed my hand around them.

I frowned, looking down at my closed hand and then back up at him. “I don’t get it.”

“I’m going to the bedroom. You can either follow me, and we become partners in this, or you can leave. I won’t chase you down.”

He really threw me for a loop, and I eyed him with suspicion.

Without waiting for a response, he walked away and disappeared into the bedroom. I sat up on the sofa and opened my hand. The keys shone in my palm. Lifting my head from the keys, I looked over to the door. I wasn’t really sure what kind of game he was playing, but it had me pretty fucking confused.

Would he wait until I opened the door and got partway to the car and then come charging out of the house after me, or would he let me go? I stood and made my way to the door. This could be my last chance of escape.

But I had to see if he was bluffing or not.

Hell, maybe this was all of his big plan. I would get back to school, and one day, BAM, I’m in a horrible accident. Maybe that is how he planned on flushing them out. But that didn’t make sense, because he could easily set something up with me here right now. It would be a helluva lot easier.

With my hand on the door knob, I looked back over my shoulder to the doorway of the bedroom. Going back to him would be the craziest thing I could ever do. The man was a psychopath. Hell, I was a psychopath. Two psychopaths did not a relationship make. This new revelation about myself hadn’t even fully sank in, even though deep down I’d known the truth all along.

But no man had ever made me feel like him. He excited me. He challenged me. I’d be hard-pressed to find someone I was this sexually attracted to.

You have no future together
, a voice in the back of my mind mocked. But deep down, knowing now what I knew about myself I seriously doubted I’d be able to have a future with anyone that society considered normal. I’d continue to date and dump men because they bored me to death and didn’t challenge me. Perhaps what I needed was someone as fucked up as me.

I dropped my hand from the door handle and started towards the bedroom. I was almost to the doorway when I stopped again. I looked back over my shoulder at the door.

Fuck this!

I’m free!

I spun around again and headed towards freedom.

~*~ TT ~*~

Kyle

Flopping myself onto the bed, I laced my fingers behind my head and waited.

If she tried to leave, I’d go after her. She wasn’t going anywhere, not until I allowed it. She was going to be the bait whether she wanted to be or not. Regardless of what I was feeling for her, I had a job to do. That being said, I’d prefer it to be of her own free will because I did want to pursue this… whatever it was with her, and I needed more time.

The front door opened, and I heard her footsteps going down the stairs.

I waited to her the car door open. It didn’t.

I smiled. She was coming back, I knew it.

Five minutes passed, and she didn’t appear in the doorway. A shot of alarm hit me. What if she took off on foot? Shit, maybe she found a weapon and wanted to finish things with me in a very final way? My heart rate accelerated slightly.

I was about to sit up on the bed and go out in search for her when she appeared – unarmed. Unarmed was the big bonus, though it was no matter, it would just mean we’d play the cat and mouse game a little longer. Though if I were to be completely honest, I’m not all too sure who was the cat and who was the mouse between the two of us. It tended to sway back and forth, but that was what made it so exhilarating.

My heart accelerated for an entirely different reason. I’d never been with someone like her before. Sure, I’d hung out with people like us on a regular basis, you couldn’t be in my line of work and not, but none of them ever caught my interest like her.

Not allowing her the privilege of seeing I’d been somewhat concerned, I put the cocky smile on my face I knew she both loved and hated. “Have a problem with starting the car?” Had she tried to start it, she would have discovered it was missing spark plugs – they were also hidden in the house. I wasn’t about to give her keys to a working vehicle when I had no intention of her going anywhere, yet.

She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, wrapping her arms around her torso. “I decided to stay.”

“That so?”

“I want to know your plan and maybe I’ll help you.”

I cocked a brow up at her. I’d kidnapped her in order to either find out their location or draw them out, but now she was coming to me, to help me catch them. This was truly golden. I marked up a mental win.

“Now why would you do that? Why would you want me finding your sister, your flesh and blood? That’s a little cold if you ask me.”

“I have my reasons.”

I cocked my finger at her. “Come here.”

She hesitated, then began moving towards me, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head. She tossed it on the floor. Damn, her breasts were insane, just large enough to be a handful and give a little bounce with each step.

“I think you promised me something if I stayed…”

This woman was insatiable. I fucking loved it. I could easily fuck a half dozen times a day and be raring for more. I was a pleasure whore – sue me. Pushing the front of my flannel pants down, I pulled out my semi-erect dick and gave it a few strokes, and it immediately jerked to its full potential.

“Go into the closet, there’s a metal chest. I want you to pull it out and open it up.” I continued to gently stroke myself as I watched her remove my boxers and then do as told. When she bent over to pull the chest out, she gave me a full view of her pussy. It was pink, plump, and ready for me to drill. A pebble of cum welled up at the tip, and I wiped it away.

“I want you to grab the handcuffs and anal plug and come over here.”

It took her a minute, but she found what I wanted and came over to the bed. Climbing onto the bed, she straddled my waist and dangled the handcuffs in front of me, a grin spreading across her lips, her amusement carrying straight through to her eyes. “Do you want me to cuff you before I stove this,” she waved the ass plug in front of my eyes, “up your ass first?”