Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

Chapter Six

Kathryn

I could feel his cock hard against the fabric of my panties as I sat in his lap. The fabric of his pants and my panties were the only things keeping him from me. I should savor it, I knew that, but I wanted more. I ground against it, teasing him before I turned. I kissed him again and again, losing myself in him entirely.  Removing his pants was easy, and I liked how vulnerable it made him. His boxer briefs tight against his caged cock, his shirt unable to mask the mass of musculature under it.

He was truly a wonder. I’d never seen a man that was so well defined. He was such a large, barrel-chested man, I knew that he must work hard to look that big. That menacing.

Part of me wondered how many men he’d killed with those arms, but I willed the thought aside.

“Kathryn-” he started, but I shut him up with a kiss. We both knew this was dangerous. We both knew this could have disastrous consequences, but it was our choice. Our rebellion.

And I wanted it.

The stars shone down on us, and I looked around. The chaise was gorgeous, wide and thick. Like a bed out under the stairs.

Janson grabbed me and rolled with me so that he was on top of me, my body powerless under him. I loved the way it made me feel. Like all the walls I put up and all the hard ass shit I did meant nothing to him. I was delicate compared to him. He was so much stronger than me.

“What is it that you want?” he asked, kissing my chin, the length of my jaw leading to my neck where he flicked his tongue over my flesh. Fuck. He was so powerful that it was hard to resist.

“All of you,” I admitted.

“Kat, what do you really want?” he asked. Janson’s eyes bore through me. It was a question I wasn’t prepared for.

“I want to be free.” My breaths came out raw. It was the truth. I’d been running for so long that I forgot why I was running. I forgot what was important to me. Janson reminded me of everything I was and everything I wanted to be. He was the one thing that kept my eyes focused on what I truly wanted.

Freedom from this life. But I wanted to be with him. I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t going to be able to turn off my feelings. I was glad I was feeling something.

I’d spent so long being numb to everything.

He was dangerous, a murderous monster. One of them. But the only time I felt human was when I was with him. It was a sickness. I knew it.

But I loved it.

“Freedom is what I’m after, too, Kathryn. It’s been so long since I felt anything. Your skin, your hair, your touch, it’s so intoxicating.” He maneuvered himself down my body.

Janson made quick work of my bra, leaving my top bare before him.

I didn’t dare tell him that he was the first, the first to see me like this. Or what he’d taken the first time was my first time. He was the only man who’d even laid his hands on me.

His hands slipped over my generous breasts, and he looked them over like he was trying to decide which one he wanted to focus on.

“Good god, you are gorgeous, Kat.” He grabbed my nipple and rolled his finger over it, giving it a small pinch. “It should be sinful to look at you, but god damn if I can help it.”

It was forbidden, we both knew it, and we knew it added to the allure. I sucked in a breath as his mouth came down over my rosy peak, his tongue rolling up against it. Suddenly he chuckled and mumbled.

“If I’d known just how bad you wanted it, I would’ve made you work harder.” He sucked on me hard enough that my back arched and I let out a low moan.

Fuck.

“Why do you have to be so cruel?” I asked. I was teasing, but the dark tint in his eyes told a different story. Even under the moonlight he looked menacing.

“It’s my nature, Kathryn.” He kissed the side of my breast, then bit it.

I shivered.

Janson took his time kissing down my torso until he was at the lip of my panties. He ran his hands over my body, grabbing the elastic band of them and pulling them down to reveal all of me.

I sucked in breath after breath, trying to get my wits about me. I was lost to his will, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t anxious. No man had ever seen me naked, let alone touched me before him. At least not like this.

“You are a damn goddess, do you know that?” He slipped his finger between my legs and slid it along the folds. I was soaking wet, the slickness making it easy for him to feel all of me.

“Oh, baby girl, you do want me.” He flicked my clit, just a little bit. Just enough to send me into a deeper stage of need.

I nodded and let out a small mew. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it.

“Oh, honey.” He grinned at me.

He slid his finger into me, and I erupted into another moan before he started moving his finger in a come hither motion.

It was almost too much.

“Are you sure you want a man like me to put even a finger on you?”

“A man like you?”

“A monster like me.”

“You are not a monster.” Maybe he was, I didn’t know. I couldn’t even think about that now. All I could think about was him down there teasing me.

He bent down and put his mouth on me, his hot lips on my wet pussy. So much sensation all at once and all of it was so overwhelming. I squirmed and bucked against him, but I didn’t fight him.

My eyes widened in shock, but after a moment it was like I never wanted him to stop. He started slow, licking softly, the warmth of his mouth meeting my own heat. His juices mingling with mine as he bore down on me and started lapping at me, hitting my clit over and over, his finger working in and out of my slit.

I didn’t last very long, and before I knew it I was shaking, my whole body overloaded with sensation. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I cried out, screaming and shaking until he was over me, holding me while I tried to catch my breath.

It was when he kissed my cheeks that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

“Has a man ever done that to you before?” he asked, looking into my eyes. He knew the answer before I ever told him. He knew the truth. I shook my head no. Never. He paused for a minute and then looked up at me.

“You are the first.”

“Was I your first?” he asked.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. It was all out there now.

He pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Come here.” He held me close, not letting me go.

“Janson, I want so much more,” I said as I looked up into his eyes.

“I have all that I want right now. Slow down, Kat. We have time.” He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, and I knew for the first time that I was looking into his soul. It wasn’t dark; it wasn’t monstrous.

It was everything I’d ever wanted.

“Just let me hold you. It doesn’t have to be about that, baby. It doesn’t have to be about anything but you and me right now. I want to fuck you so bad, but there will be plenty of other opportunities to make you mine." He grinned. "Like tomorrow morning. Right now I want us to take our time. I want it to be right.” He was so fucking perfect for me I couldn’t stand it. “You’re mine now.”

We laid like that. We didn’t talk. He just held me, his cock hard against my thigh until his breathing changed, slow deep breaths indicating that he was asleep, his boxers and shirt still on him. It was just us and the stars under that Baltimore sky. I didn’t want it to ever change. Janson was everything I needed, at least at that moment.

My body was too wracked to try and understand the implications of his words, so I nuzzled into him and let my own exhaustion wash over me.

To hell with my father, my brother, and the rest of the world. All I wanted to do was exist in his, at least for a little while.

Janson

Kat was mine.

I wasn’t sure if it was because I knew I was the first to have her, or if it was meant to happen all along, but a protective streak lit through me as I clutched Kathryn to my body. She was mine. She was going to be mine. I couldn't let her go. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

I would protect her no matter what. From anyone that would threaten her. I knew at that moment, looking up at those stars, that I would keep her safe for as long as possible. I couldn't promise forever, but a part of me wanted to.

A part of me I tried so hard to bury deep down inside.

I scooped her up as soon as she fell asleep and padded into my bedroom, laying her on my bed and tucking her in. She was so gorgeous when she was sleeping. So serene. It almost made me forget the anger that always bubbled up under my skin that called me to job after job. It almost made me want to leave that life behind.

Almost.

I could never leave that part of my soul behind, even if I wanted to. It was a part of me. The mob was a part of me. I knew that better than anyone else. I’d been trained to be the killer I was from the day I was born. I was an enforcer first, and then I rose higher and higher alongside Greyson. It was meant to be this way.

I was meant to be this person.

But I had to find a way to have her in my life, even with this knowledge. I had to figure out how we could all come to a good end.

And I had to make sure that my father and her father would never hurt her. I pressed through the pain in my back, the nerve damage that was a subtle reminder of all the times he used my back as an ashtray. I hated that man, and yet he had such a hold over me.

The pain boiled up in my brain as I turned and walked out of the room.

I needed to go to work. I needed a human punching bag.

I’d figure everything else out later.

Chapter Seven

Kathryn

I pulled the covers off my body and sat up, basking in the warm glow of the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Where Greyson’s apartment was modern, Janson’s was industrial. Brick wall with all the adornments of the old factory. Knobs that once turned water on and off were now hooks to hang things, old pipes set up as racks in the bedroom and bathroom for towels and clothing. It was gorgeous and so well thought out.

I wondered what he was doing wasting his time with the mob. This apartment complex was genius. I didn’t know much about that sort of thing, but even I wanted to live there. I grabbed a robe that was three sizes too big and wrapped it around myself. It smelled like Janson, and from the way it dragged on the floor past my feet, it had to have been his. I breathed it in and tried to remember all of last night, but I just kept remembering the way he held me. He didn’t force anything, and we’d already had sex. He was so much more… gentle than I expected.

So damn good.

I expected to see him in the kitchen, or the living room. Somewhere. But the space was completely empty except for a breakfast spread that had been laid out.

And a note.

Have a long day of work, some issues have come up. Had to slip out early. Breakfast was delivered, enjoy. See you tonight.

Janson

My fingers traced over his signature, the big “J” all the way to the little “n”. At least he left me a note. Breakfast. It was like I suddenly understood what he meant and I stood up, walking over to the display of food on the kitchen island. I was starving and I had no idea when they were going to ship me back to that decrepit little safe house. Breakfast and a bath. That was exactly what I needed. Bath first, I decided. I desperately wanted one of those first.

Before I walked over, I noticed a little black smartphone with a post-it attached. “This is yours, do not lose it. -J”

I scrolled through the contacts. There were just three. Janson, Greyson, and Joanna. The three people in this world who knew I existed back home.

Four. A fourth person knew where I was. The man who’d been in the safe house. I struggled to remember his name. He wasn’t programmed into the phone.

After a long leisurely shower and then breakfast I looked around the room and let out a sigh. I was filled with energy. Bored.

I wanted a walk. I was wearing yesterday’s clothing but they were still pretty clean. I didn’t have any money, but I could at least get the layout of my surroundings.

Surely no one would notice me if I just slipped out of the condo and went for a stroll around Hamden. It was a cute little hipster hamlet, one that I’d always liked visiting. I wondered if that antique store was still there. I could look, couldn’t I?

So I opened the door and stuck my head out, only to see a body standing there by the door. Waiting.

Fuck. It was Michael.

That was his name. The fourth contact.

“I had a feeling you’d be popping out to say hi,” he said with a smile. “Trying to escape?” he asked.

“I just wanted a little walk,” I admitted. I wasn’t going to try to run anywhere, I knew how futile that would be. He stared me down like he was trying to decide if I was lying or not. I wasn’t, but my face got hot and I felt myself recoiling away. It was a bad idea. A bad idea.

“Why don’t I take you? I can say I watched you, that you didn’t try to make a break for it, and you can get your walk.”

“Really? You would do that?” I asked.

“Why not?” he said. He grinned at me and waited. “We could even buy you some clothing, on the company dime, of course.” He held up a credit card that had my brother’s company name on it.

Exactly what I was hoping for. I smiled wide and nodded. It was going to be interesting.

***

By the third store, both of our eyes were glazed over. I had two bags of clothing and I was starving. “Lunch?” I asked, hopeful.

“Why don’t we go back to the penthouse and I’ll make you something myself,” Michael said.

“You cook?” I asked.

“I make a mean grilled cheese,” he said as we turned back down towards Janson’s building.

“You know, you are a lot different than I imagined someone like you to be,” I said. I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.

“You mean I’m not a total dick just because I’m family muscle?” he asked. There wasn’t any anger in his voice. In fact, he seemed amused.

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging. “Everyone around my father has always been so angry. So stoic. I never got to see, well, the rest of it.”

“It’s probably a good thing. We do a lot you don’t want to know about.”

I nodded. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I’d always known it. But after what I saw last spring… I shook my head. I couldn’t even think about it. It was all just too much. “I bet there is.”

He followed me up the stairs of the industrial apartment complex and into the penthouse on the top floor. It didn’t take long for him to get set up in the kitchen with a griddle and a stack of ingredients.

“So, what kind of grilled cheese do you want? Classic, jalapeño or sweet?”

“Sweet?” I asked.

“Mascarpone, strawberries, and just a light drizzle of honey on a sweet brioche bread.”

“That one. I want that one.” I grinned.

“I thought you might say that.” He got to work. “It’s one of Janson’s favorites.”

“You cook for him?” I asked.

“I do, that was originally why I was hired. A second bodyguard and cook for Greyson and Janson.”

I’d always thought of Janson as Greyson’s bodyguard, but that wasn’t possible. He was the son of the second in command. He was important. They were part of the problem. They were all part of the family that was making me stay here. That was making me live this life.

They were both important. And it made me furious.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he stood there looking at me. I must’ve gone quiet.

“What?” I said. “Oh, yeah. Just tired.” It was a lie. I’d been thinking about Janson. And Greyson. And how angry I was. All of it.

“You look more than tired.” He had the sandwich on the griddle now.

“Well, I’m a prisoner here. I’m trapped. It doesn’t matter if it’s that dump or this nice place, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I want to play the violin. And I want to make my father pay.” The last part came out as an afterthought, but it was real. Every little bit of it. I was so angry I could scream.

“The violin I can’t take care of, but I understand your feelings about your father. In fact, if you are that angry, I have a proposition for you.” His voice dipped as he said that and my throat started to close.

What was he asking me?

“What?” I asked.

“Do you really want to see your father pay?” he asked again as he slid my sandwich towards me. “Or are you just fucking around?”

“What?” I swallowed, then grabbed my sandwich. “Yes. I wanna fucking make him pay.”

I took a bite of that sandwich. It was sweet and tart and creamy. Damn, he could cook.

“If that’s the case, there is someone who wants to do the same thing.” He slid a card across the table with a number on it. “Call him. He’ll arrange a place to meet. Don’t tell anyone else. I didn’t give this to you.”

He stood and smiled at me. “I know the way you feel about your father, I feel the same way. Being dragged into a world you don’t want to be in sucks. Don’t live that way. I’ve been living it for years.”

Years. That was my destiny. A fling with Janson wasn’t going to change that.

I nodded. I didn’t choose this life. I didn’t want to be in it. I was going to call that number.

Soon.