Read Target (An erotic romantic novella) Online
Authors: Rosie L
“Sarah don’t,” Rick begged, tugging urgently at the rope.
“You said Rick killed my parents and my sister
, but he didn’t.”
“Oh honey you just figured that out,” he replied, stepping up to her. “The hit was on you both; your step-father wants you both out of the way, but maybe
we will fuck you first, make him watch and then kill you both,” he said, striking out and groping her breast. The other man behind him laughed and Rick’s fists tightened angrily, as he muttered under his breath.
“Fuck
- you - arsehole,” she said, slowly and quietly, as she lifted the gun, and shot him in the head. As he dropped, the man behind him stared horrified.
“And fuck you too,” she said, pointing the gun and shooting him between eyes.
“Jesus fucking Christ Sarah!” Rick yelled, shaking the chair as he pulled at the rope. She turned to him and smiled, god she felt good; throwing the gun to one side, she walked back over to him and knelt down.
“So do you still love me?” she asked. Rick gazed at her.
“Love you, you’ve got to be joking,” he replied. Sarah frowned.
“I fucking adore you, will you marry me?” he asked, giving her a wide grin. She bit her lower lip and threw herself at him, kissing him hard and urgently.
“Sarah please untie me,” he asked, as they broke from the kiss. Grabbing a knife off the wall, she cut the rope. Now free from his restraints he stood up and glanced at the two dead bodies, before looking at her.
“I had to make it look real Rick, I knew they were there,” she said.
“And there was I thinking you were a gentle angel,” he said. She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders and shook her head.
“No more like a naughty devil,” she replied and he laughed, holding his arms open to her. She fell into them, and
he hugged her tight.
“And yes Rick, I will marry you,” she whispered. Rick took a deep breath,
as his hands pulled to her hair and he kissed her passionately.
“Rick, I am so fucking turned on right now, I do
not know what is wrong with me,” she gasped, as he broke their kiss. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth urgently. His hands moved down her back, and cupping her bottom, he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him and Rick carried her, stepping over the two dead bodies towards his bed. He threw her on top, and she squealed with delight as he jumped on top of her and held her arms down above her head.
“You fucking bitch,
you tied me up,” he said, forcing her legs apart with his knees. She grinned at him.
“Fuck you,” she said, licking her lips.
“No my darling I am going to fuck you, hard,” he replied, lifting an eyebrow at her. He mounted her, pushing his cock in her soft, throbbing pussy, he penetrated her so deep that she screamed, and writhed against him as he held her down firm. Her legs now wrapped around his back she squeezed her thighs tight against him as he pounded her hard and furiously.
“Rick,” she screamed in delight has her body shook and quivered in delight.
“Sarah, I love you,” he moaned, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking at her breasts.
“I love you Rick,” she groaned, her eyes rolling, her thighs clamping tight as she came. As she released, Rick intensified the thrust, the bed shook back and forth in rhythm with him. Sarah cried, as a wave of
orgasmic pleasure coursed through her entire body as he came inside her.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned, falling onto her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly to her. She would never ever let him go.
“I cannot believe sex could ever be so good,” she said, nibbling his ear.
“I can’t believe I’ve done it three times in the last two hours,” Rick said stunned. “I always thought that was physically impossible.” She laughed, and he smiled at her, kissing her neck.
“Sarah, what the hell, you just shot two men and now we’ve had sex with them still lying down there, bleeding all over my fucking floor.” She giggled.
“I know, I expect it will hit me la
ter,” she replied.
“God I love you,” he said, swooping her hair from her face, and looking at her.
“I love you,” she replied, her eyes wide at him.
“We had better get dressed and clear away these bodies he knows where we are now, so we really should move.”
“Rick, let me help you, kill him,” she asked. He ran the back of his knuckles down her soft cheek.
“No Sarah, I will do it.”
“No Rick, please; he killed my parents too and tried to kill my sister and me.” He gazed into her eyes. “Let me help you, he tricked me too, he almost made me kill you and I hate him for that, and for what he did to me and my sister …” she hesitated, turning her head away from him.
“Sarah, what did he do?” he asked gently, stroking her cheek.
“Rick, I ran away when I was eighteen because he used to beat me and then one night he tried to rape me, I was strong enough to fight him off, but I didn’t want him to do that to Skye, she was only fifteen, she would not have been able to stop him.” Rick’s eyes flared with anger.
“
Hell Sarah, I am so sorry.” She smiled.
“It’s okay, I didn’t need the money, and we were managing fine until
- until the plane crash. I just fell apart when I thought I had lost her. She is all I have.” He shook his head.
“No Sarah, you have me now, and I will never hurt you, never leave you,” he promised. She kissed him.
“I don’t suppose there is a bathroom in here?” she asked, she was soaked from their sex.
“Of course, a man cave has to have all the little luxuries,” he said, with a smile. Jumping off the bed, she gathered her clothes. Reaching into a cupboard, he pulled out a pair of camouflage trousers and pulled them on.
“This way,” he said, leading her to another door. She smiled.
“I’ll get rid of these two,” he said, pointing to the two dead men as he put on his t-shirt.
“Thank you,” she said with a grateful smile.
“Rick, What I don’t understand why he wants me dead now. He took everything we had.”
“Not everything Sarah.
I discovered that your father put a lot of money into bonds for you and your sister, they mature next month.” She looked at him.
“How much are they worth?” she asked.
“Around six and a half million,” he said. Her heart stopped.
“Six and a half million, holy shit,” she said,
and then she laughed. He stroked her hair and pulled her to his chest.
“And why you?” she asked. He sighed.
“I am worth around two hundred million, I suppose,” he replied casually.
“Get off,” she said, pulling back sharply. He nodded.
“Well we’re not going to have to worry about paying the gas bill, or having holidays,” she laughed.
“Sarah I own seventeen hotels
and my own jet, we can have as many holidays as we like.” She shook her head against him.
“Well, at least now
, you know I am not marrying you just for the money. I have my own,” she said firmly.
“It would
not have made any difference to me Sarah if you had been penny-less. I would still want you to marry me,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
“Where did you put the bodies?” she asked.
“In a very deep hole,” he replied. His land was full of potholes, and deep rocky crevices they would never be found.
“What do we do now?” she asked.
“We hunt him down and kill him. We have too, our lives will never be safe or free with him still alive.”
“What about Skye, you are sure he does not know where she is.”
“I am sure she is okay. I will make a couple of calls, grab some weapons and then we should head out of here. I have another safe house we can go too. You are sure you have no more bugs on you?” he asked.
“I am certain,” she replied, although her hand lifted to her other earning. “But just in case,” she pulled it out and stamped on it.
Grabbing his phone Rick dialled.
“Mark have you got anything for me?” Rick asked.
“Yes Sir, it seems your step-father is in trouble with the Eserbon brothers.”
“Shit,” Rick replied. “Go on,” he urged.
“He has gambling debts mounting over twenty seven million. He hit their casino’s hard a few months ago and lost badly. What do you want me to do?” he asked. Rick thought for a moment. The Eserbon brothers, shit.
“Okay, get me their number,” he said. Mark went quiet for a moment.
“What are you going to do Sir?” he asked.
“Use them as my back up,” he replied, hanging up. He
headed into his armoury. Gathering a few guns, and other things he thought he might need, he put them all into a holdall. All of a sudden, he heard her scream and his heart leapt into his throat.
“Sarah!” he yelled, shooting to the door, he stopped when he saw them. Ten men all armed, Sarah held captive in the middle, guns raised they fired at him.
“Rick!” she screamed. He slammed the iron door shut and drew across the bolts as the bullets pounded into the metal.
“Shit,” he muttered, they had hung around too long. Grabbing his holdall he made his way to the back of the room and opening a cabinet he reached inside, and pushed out the back. Grabbing a torch, he slipped inside. He glanced once more at the iron door, before closing the back of the cabinet and entering the tunnel. He heard a massive explosion and the tunnel shook. He st
umbled. They had blown it.
He
ran - he had to get Sarah back. Emerging further along from his underground bunker, he watched as they emerged from the smoking hideout, Sarah was sobbing, convinced that Rick was dead. The moon was high, casting out some light and Rick’s eyes scanned the men. Pulling an automatic rifle from the holdall, he loaded a clip, and attached an infra-red sight to it. Moving along each individual he stared through the sight, but his step-father was not there. He stopped on her, she was crying.
“Sarah,” he whispered his heart racing as he watched her. A man lifted a gun and pointed it at her. Rick heart leapt to his throat, they were not messing about; they were going to kill her.
The man cocked it, and Rick fired. The sound rang out, echoing in the stillness of the trees. Hitting the man in the side of his head, he dropped to the ground dead.
Sarah’s eyes widened.
“Rick,” she muttered, he was not dead, and her heart pounded as the adrenaline kicked in. As all the men’s eyes turned to his direction, Sarah ran the other way.
“Good girl,” he whispered
, watching her run as he quickly switched guns. Standing up he pointed the automatic at them.
“That is my fiancée you sons of bitches,” he yelled,
as he opened fire. He rattled through them, before diving quickly behind a tree, as they retaliated. He glanced to the clearing, none had followed Sarah she was safe. The remaining men hid themselves behind the trees. Rick switched back to the rifle. Looking through the sight, he pinned one man down, and he fired, hitting him right between the eyes. There were four left. He crouched down and rolled onto his belly, looking down at them from the slightly raised ridge.
“Come on show yourselves,” he muttered. A gunshot rang out, skimming passed
him, and he smiled. “There you are,” he whispered as his eyes settled on the shooter, and he fired. The man dropped from behind the tree, falling to the ground dead.
“Nice,” he whispered, looking back through the sight
. Another shot ricocheted off a nearby tree. Rick glanced at it, and then back towards the remaining men. He frowned; he could only see two, and then he heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him. He grimaced, and put the rifle down, raising his hands he looked behind him.
“Think you’re clever do you,” the man sneered, pointing his gun at him. Rick shook his head.
“No she is clever,” he said, with a smile and a nod of his head. The man turned to look behind him, and Sarah whacked him in the face with a branch, blood spurted from his mouth. Rick grabbed his pistol, and shot him in the head.
“Down Sarah,” he yelled as the two remaining men began firing at them. She dropped to the floor and crawled on her belly towards him.
She smiled.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he replied, his eyes wandering over her beautiful face. He gave her the pistol.
“Rather have the rifle,” she said, giving him a smile. He shrugged and swapped weapons. Crawling beside him, she glanced at him again.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispered.
“Me
, no not that easily,” he replied, aiming the pistol and firing. Sarah positioned the rifle, and looking through the sight, she waited.
As one of the men made a break for it, she fired, and hit him precisely in the back of the
head; the man pitched forward and fell face down on the ground dead.