Captive to the Dark (26 page)

The street light in the distance flickered and went off. A few seconds later, it came back on. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the black BMW a few spots away. The light did it again, making the area dark. Chills raced down my body reminding me of some horror movie. If anyone came rushing at me, I was going to stab them with my stiletto. Perhaps I should take them off and just ruin the stockings. My head shook as I realized I was overreacting. I could see into the distance and not a single person was in view.

I opened the driver’s side door expecting to be greeted with an interior glow. My knees eased into the seat and I shut the door, immediately locking it. As I reached up to mess with the switch, a hand clasped over my nose and mouth and I was pulled into the back seat so fast I couldn’t even process what was happening. A hard body rested beneath me and I jerked against the hold he had over me.

“Slave.” Suction pulled at my neck from his mouth and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. My body instantly melted into his. The dress was pulled up to my hips exposing the black lace panties. With one hard jerk, the delicate material tore at one side. Slade didn’t hesitate to do the other. Cool air brushed against my bare pussy as he pulled the panties off and pushed them into his pocket. “I’m going to fuck you right here in Jordan’s car and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

I made a sound, not even sure what it meant. All I knew was that I wanted this. Wanted everything he had to give, even if it stretched the bounds of sanity. I pushed my nose more into his hand, cutting off my breath completely. I wanted to prove that this was real, even if it took me to the edge of unconsciousness to become obvious.

“You said I owned you. No taking that back.” He unfastened his pants and I couldn’t help but move at the impatience I felt. His cock was made to be in me. I needed him to fill me with every inch that he could. The sooner, the better.

The interior blurred and I blinked past the black dots. Wildness to survive made my arms twitch, but I fought the anxiety. The hold on my face loosened immediately and I gasped for air against his still present hand. It hovered just over my skin. The urge to show gratitude had me kissing Slade’s palm. At his movement underneath me, my legs spread wide.

“Oh yeah.” The fingers on his other hand traced over my slit so lightly I could barely feel them. It drove me to buck against him. “You fucking want me. You’re so wet at what we’re doing.” The strong smell of Scotch invaded my senses at his heavy exhale.

“Slad—

His hand pressed against my mouth, cutting me off. “Not a fucking word. You’re not going to ruin this by saying something we both know will be a lie. Mouth shut and give me what I know we both want.”

With a pull at his slacks, his cock sprang free. The tip eased into my opening and I screamed against his hand as he plunged deep inside of me. My pussy clenched to his thickness greedily and I rotated my hips with every ounce of impatience I felt. Slade didn’t disappoint. His fast, brutal thrusts left me fighting for air.

“Fuck, slave. I’ve missed my pussy. You better not be giving what’s mine to anyone else.”

My head shook while he held tightly to my mouth. If anything, I wanted him to know I belonged to no one but him. He probably didn’t believe me, but it was imperative I set the record straight the best I could.

Slade’s palm cupped the back of my knee and he increased the speed even more. “Come on, Mary. Come all over my cock. I feel you tightening.”

It amazed me how my master knew my body so well. The orgasm was tightening my stomach. It was right on the edge of release and building with every thrust. His touch had my leg keeping the position as he went back to my pussy. The pads of Slade’s fingers settled over the top of my slit, directly over my clit. In slow circles, he had my crying out with spasms.

“As much as I would love to fuck you real good, that’s going to have to be for another time. Right now, I’m going to fill you up with my cum. It’s going to be running all down your legs by the time you make it back into the hospital.”

My eyes widened at his words and he pushed in hard. His hot seed pumped into me and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to the bliss I felt at having him coating my insides. I wanted it there forever. To smell his essence all over me. The sound of his moan made me twist my chest around to grasp the back of his neck. I pulled down hard and he moved his hand so I could connect with his mouth. Scotch was strong against my taste buds. I drank him in, mentally drunk at the opportunity to kiss him.

The weight of his cock rested in me and I knew I had to go before Jordan came looking for me. I launched myself forward and threw the door open. Slade didn’t try to come after me. I pulled the dress down, realizing the keys still rested in my hand. How I’d managed that was beyond me. I shut the door and tried my best to run back to the hospital as fast as I could. Wetness coated the inside of my thighs and I didn’t slow down until I approached the entrance. Jordan burst around the corner and we came face to face. The sliding glass doors opened and I shrugged.

“Sorry, I looked everywhere. I couldn’t find it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Your hair’s a mess.” The way he peered behind me into the parking lot had my heart racing. Would he see Slade get out of his car? I walked past him. I needed to get to a restroom, quick.

“I hit my head trying to get in. There was this car that was in the parking lot that made me suspicious. It drove off though. Guess I was just overreacting.”

“Hmm.” Jordan followed me in. Relief had my body going limp. My legs were shaking so badly, I could hardly walk.

The restroom was off to the side and I didn’t wait. I walked in quickly, locking the door behind me. The reflection showed a woman with eyes the size of a deer’s looking at an oncoming car. Curls hung past my shoulder where they’d come loose from the pins. I was in complete disarray and there was no way Jordan didn’t know something had happened. Tears came to my eyes. Would this postpone me having my freedom? There was only one way to find out. I had to face Jordan. 

Chapter 19

Slade

The engine to my Aston Martin revved as I hauled ass back to the penthouse. A smile was permanently etched to my face. She still fucking wanted me. At least sexually. Hey, it was a start. And the kiss. It spoke volumes. My Mary. Mine. I’d get her back. And it wouldn’t take me kidnapping her again to accomplish that. No, she’d come to me on her own.

Music blasted around me and I couldn’t stop the happiness I felt for the first time since she’d left. The way my slave looked at me as she’d helped Jordan to the car repeated in my head. Desire. Fear. Shock. All of it had played out on her face.

Truthfully, the last thing I had expected was for her to come back to the car. The only reason I had been there was so I could smell her perfume. Maybe see if I could find something that would be useful. Which I did. But her rushing back out had given me mixed signals. Was she fleeing? No. I quickly realized that wasn’t it. Then she got in and I knew I had to have her while the opportunity presented itself. Fucking perfection in the moment. There were so many things I had wanted to do to her.

I took out her panties and held them up. Her smell had my mouth watering. My slave was the one for me. No doubt. Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade. Fuck, I should have tasted her substance while I was there. My teeth could have sunk through her flesh so easily, but the last thing I wanted was her getting in trouble with a closet cutter. Fuck no. No one was going scar that skin but me.

The traffic slowed as I neared my penthouse. I stuffed the panties back into my pocket and fought traffic until I was pulling into the underground garage. The ride up the elevator was a blur. Marcio stood as I stepped out into the entry way before my door.

“Mr. Roberts.” His eyes narrowed while he studied me. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing anything. I strode through the door and paused as I saw Lily in the kitchen.

“Hey, Brother. I was just making some popcorn. You want some?”

The fact that she was easing back into routine had me coming to her side. “Sure. I’ll eat some with you. We watching a movie? What’s the plan?”

She smiled and shrugged. “If you want. I know you, though. You hate television.”

“Hey, I’m down. Let me just change real quick.”

I walked into my room, shutting the door. Again, I took the panties out. “Mary. Mary.” A laugh came from my mouth as I stuffed them under my pillow. “Soon, you’ll be mine. It’s going to be hard for you to resist me if I’m always around. And you can bank on that.”

The fact that I was talking to myself was a clear indication that the Scotch still had me loose. Not that I’d drank any in the last few hours. The dark suit fell to the ground and I kicked it out of the way, settling for a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms and a white V-neck T-shirt. Blue just like the color of Mary’s dress.

Lily was sitting on the couch clicking through the flat screen by the time I walked back in. Lazily, I collapsed next to her, propping my legs up on the coffee table. The popcorn was still warm as I reached in and took a handful.

“So, talk to me. How have you been today?”

She shrugged. “Good. I’ve been reading a lot.”

“Ah, from the device thing.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it’s called a Kindle. You bought it for me for Christmas last year. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. Anyway, I can order books at the click of a button. It’s pretty cool.”

“I remember buying it, I just wasn’t sure how it worked. Now, I do.”

The way she looked at me had me sitting up taller. I knew that look.

“You should try it sometime. Reading, that is. It’ll do you good.”

Read. I’d done plenty of that over the years. Mainly business books, hardcovers on finance, but never really for pleasure. “Maybe I will. What do you suggest? Anything in particular?”

“Oh. You wouldn’t want to read what I do. Just get yourself a Kindle and browse. See what catches your eye.”

If it would make my sister happy, I’d try it. “Fine. I will.” My head turned toward the door. “Marcio!” The door opened and he peeked in. “Have me a Kindle ordered. Lily thinks I should read.”

“You got it, boss.”

I turned to her, lifting one of my eyebrows. “See? Already done. Now, what are we watching?”

“Law and Order. SVU, I believe.”

Shit, I didn’t see this ending well. Not when I knew one of the crimes might possibly trigger some sort of flash back. “Give me that.” I pulled the remote from her. “There has to be something better on. Ah.” I smiled and looked at her. “Food. This is always good to stare at. We’ll be drooling before no time and then we can order out and have them bring us a feast. How does that sound?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Good, of course.” The smile faded and she leaned in, hooking her finger on the top of the V of my shirt and pulling down. A gasp exploded and I could have cursed myself. By this rate, Mary was going to be the last person to see her name on me. “What have you done?” Her stare rose up to meet mine, the horror taking over her features just like they did with Chris. I pulled my shirt up and leaned back.

“You don’t worry about me or what I do. Now, watch the TV and let’s find us some food.”

Silence settled around us and I knew the mood was ruined. A groan left my mouth and I turned to look at her. “I had to. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I may not understand, but I know you love her. You say her name in your sleep. I’ve heard you when I walk the house at night. Love makes people do crazy things, at least that’s the saying. I’m chalking it up to that and all the booze you drink. Speaking of which, you’ll find there’s no more in the house. I...got rid of it all.”

“What.” I flew forward. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Lily shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’ve been worried about you. The drinking is getting out of hand. It scares me.”

My eyes closed as I lowered my head and leaned forward, resting my forearms against my thighs. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? Do you know how many thousands of dollars you just got rid of?”

“No. But I know one thing. My brother’s not going to die from alcohol poisoning tonight. That makes me feel better.”

Shit. I hated that she was that worried about me. She was the one a mess and here I was, putting more stress on her. “You still should have talked to me about it.” On instinct, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. It’d become habit after all the times I’d screwed up. Still, I hadn’t learned. “No more drinking myself under the table. I’ll agree to that, but I’m getting more Scotch and if you get rid of it, I’m not going to be happy.”

“Fine.”

We both leaned back and focused on the show. Before I knew it, we were ordering and eating Italian. Laughing filled the room and I watched Lily. The old her was making an appearance, but I knew when the middle of the night came, she’d be back to the broken slave she’d been when I got her home. Still, the nightmares plagued her and I was helpless to get them to stop. There were so many questions I wanted to ask. I’d tried at the beginning, but she’d completely shut down. The therapist was quick to pull me aside after Lily’s last session to tell me to ease off. My sister would talk about it, if, and when, she was ready. For me, that wasn’t fast enough. If only I could help her. She was so skinny. So closed off half the time. Everything scared her and the only time she left the house was to go to her appointments. I hoped she would be able to get past this.

As we parted ways and I walked into the room, I let Mary take me over. How was she faring after our fast fuck? Was she able to hide our encounter from Jordan? I’d watched him stare at the car as he met her at the door. Did he know? The question ate at me. Although deep down I wished he did, the rational part feared for my slave. The thought that he’d hurt her made me sick. My animal went crazy at the possibility. It screamed for me to go get her, to bring her home and ravage her viciously for leaving in the first place. Not that I could blame her. I knew she’d panicked when I made the order for her things to be packed. My intentions had been everything she was afraid of. My sister might not have even been home had I made that rash decision and hid Mary so she couldn’t leave.