#2
Zach moved back to the table and washed his hands in the basin he brought up when he set the whole scene with Arthur earlier today. It had felt oddly normal to plan a sex scene with the man. Like he was back at the club where he belonged, and no one would question why he would need to wash his hands in a barn.
Because he’d fucked her asshole with his finger before sliding the plug inside. It would be his cock before this whole thing was over. He would imprint himself on her.
He picked up one of the condoms he’d placed on the prep table because that was one thing he wouldn’t do to her. He wouldn’t leave her alone with a child. She would be a loving mom, but it wouldn’t be with a father who was dead or in prison. Like his parents had been.
Fuck. He wasn’t thinking about this now.
“Zach, I…”
She wouldn’t do this to him. She wouldn’t let him get to this point and then kill the play.
“Do I need to gag you? I don’t think I want to hear anything from you but yes. If you can’t do that, then maybe we should rethink.”
Her head tilted, and he saw the frown on her face.
“Touchy. I was going to ask where you got all the toys. I was curious, babe. I wasn’t stopping the play. I’m the daughter of a rival syndicate, and my cousin challenged you. The only way to make her see you’re the biggest mafia king around is to fuck me hard, to make me your little sex slave. But I’m also curious about the toys.”
She was going to kill him. He moved back between her legs. If she was his little sex slave, then he wasn’t going to waste more time.
“I kept a bug-out bag and some other important things in a storage locker in DC. Lacey helped get me back into the States after the Canadian debacle. I happened to have a kit there. I don’t know why, but I brought it with me. Now hush unless you’re going to say something super dirty. Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?”
Her pelvis tilted up slightly, the sexiest invitation he’d ever gotten.
“I think you want to make me pay for everything my cousin has done to your family. It won’t work. I’ll find a way out.”
She needed this. She needed this to be play. In some ways she wasn’t lying. Not about the find-a-way-out part. But if it made her feel better to make him the bad guy… Well, he was the bad guy. If it made her feel better to make him a mafia bad guy instead of the spy who broke her fucking heart, then he would do it. His cock ached being so close to her. He moved between her legs, one hand stroking down her back as he admired the pink shadows on her ass, proof of his discipline.
“There is no way out. I’m not giving you back. You won’t see your family again, Devi. You belong to me now, and you’ll find out I don’t let what belongs to me go. Ever.”
He lined his cock up to her pussy and pressed inside.
The groan that came from his chest felt like a pressure release valve turned on. So much tension, and it melted away now that he was inside her again. She was so fucking tight. He could feel the plug drag against him as he worked his way fully in.
She gasped and wriggled as she tried to get used to him. “Zach…”
He put a hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place.
“Don’t move. This is my time. You feel so fucking good.”
He pulled out slightly and then thrust slowly back in, letting the sensation soak into his veins. This was where he wanted to be all the time. Whatever he’d felt for any other woman it was nothing compared to her. Devi was both the trip and the destination, the person he wanted to be beside forever. Wanted to play with forever.
“Ty moya. Ne zabyvay, chto ty prinadlezhish mne.”
You are mine. Don’t forget you belong to me.
“Ya tvoya,”
she replied.
I am yours.
Forever. He wanted forever. He pressed in and pulled out, controlling her with one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her hip. He closed his eyes and saw her the way she’d been that first night. Like him, she’d felt the chemistry between them. The magic. She had looked at him like he was important. Like he was everything she ever wanted in a man.
He fucked her, relishing in every gasp and groan that came from her mouth. He wanted to make this last, but he couldn’t. She felt too good, too perfect. Like home.
He felt the moment she tightened around him, and he was a goner. He groaned and lost all control, fucking her with a mindless determination. The pleasure was a wave that took him to a place he never wanted to leave.
He fell over, his cheek against her back, his cock sliding out of her pussy.
Pure peace. It was what he felt when they were like this.
“Zach, I don’t want to stop playing. I think you should clean up your little sex toy and we should have dinner and pretend like you didn’t kidnap me. Lacey can’t know. She might try to save me.”
She was definitely going to be the death of him.
“I wouldn’t let her. I told you. You’re mine.”
He reached down and cupped a breast, loving how soft her skin was, how hard her nipple got.
“So I will pretend, dorogaya. But when we close that door tonight, you’ll be mine again.”
Unfortunately, she was right about the time. It was getting close to dinner, and Lacey would be looking for them. She’d sent him a text that something important had happened and they would need to talk.
Now that he thought about it, he was surprised she hadn’t looked for him already.
He kissed the nape of her neck and stood.
“Hey, anything interesting happen while you were in town?”
He moved to the trash can he set up for this occasion, pulling the condom off and tossing it aside. He would need to get them both in a shower before dinner, and he certainly wasn’t turning on the hose they used on The Fabulous Miss K. One day Lacey would tell him what the K stood for.
Devi seemed perfectly content to lay on the bench, her cheek turned so he could see one side of her pretty face. Her eyes were closed, and a silly grin was on her lips. He wanted to see that expression on her face every minute of the day.
“We bought a bunch of feed stuff and then I went to a bookstore and got some books on folklore. This creepy guy hit on me at the bar, but I went to the bathroom and that’s where I saw all the pictures.”
“Creepy guy?”
She sighed as though her fun time was truly over now that she’d heard his jealous tone. She managed to move her hands off the hook under the bench, but then she stopped and winced.
“If I move too much this plug is coming out.”
He chuckled and realized that he would have to get used to guys hitting on his girl. It wasn’t like she said some hot guy hit on her. He gently helped her up so she didn’t have to move too much.
“I would rather take it out in the shower. I’ve got a robe for you, sweetness. Have I told you how gorgeous you are? It doesn’t surprise me you got hit on.”
Her lips curled up as her head tilted, and her arms moved to his shoulders.
“You’re going to get in that tiny shower with me?”
He thought he was going to fit just fine. He dropped a kiss on her lips.
“Yes. But we need to make sure it’s kitten free. I swear they get more adventurous every day. And shouldn’t Lacey have worked her magic to keep the men away from you? I swear she’s a terrible bodyguard.”
“Oh, she had to pick something up, so I was alone.”
She frowned.
“Maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”
He unwound the rope around her wrists, inspecting them to make sure he hadn’t left marks.
“It’s a tiny town. I don’t suppose there’s too much trouble you could find, but I worry. I don’t like you being unprotected. I think we’re safe, but we can’t know who’s watching.”
“I was careful,”
she replied and moved to where the linen robe he’d brought for her hung on a peg. She stopped and frowned as she tied the robe around her body.
“Zach, how the hell do you expect me to keep this plug in on that ladder?”
He heard a snort. A feminine snort, if his ears weren’t lying.
Damn it. Lacey had come looking for him, and she was a freaking voyeur. Did everyone in his life have to be so damn comfortable with sex? He wasn’t going to point it out to Devi that they’d had an audience. How had she moved in so quietly? They needed motion detectors out here. Although Lacey pointed out there were a mega shit ton of animals who would set them off.
He pulled up his jeans and grabbed his T-shirt. Next time he would be naked with her. They would lay together skin to skin for hours, and nothing would stop him. He grabbed his cell.
“We’ll work it out. If I have to find a way to carry you down, I’ll do it. I gave you that plug. You are not to lose it.”
He glanced down at his cell.
No bars. Nothing. Which meant the security system was down, too. They were blind.
It was possible the system was accidently down. It had happened a couple of times, but not since Zach had worked on upping the signal.
A jammer would do the trick. Jam the signal, and then taking out the security system would be a breeze. A good hacker could do it all from a distance so the whole team could invade and the cameras placed around the farm would pick up nothing. He might have noticed but he had other things on his mind. Arthur was gone. Lacey… He didn’t know where Lacey was.
A chill went up Zach’s spine, and he looked at Devi, his voice going low.
“I need you to hide.”
A brow arched over green eyes. She mouthed the word. Where?
She wasn’t wrong. They weren’t exactly in a place with a ton of hidey holes. He moved in close to her, his mouth by her ear.
“Someone is jamming the signal around the house. I need to go and find Lacey, and I need you to stay here. I think someone is downstairs. I don’t want to tip them off. I’m going to see if I can figure out who’s here. There’s a window to your right. It goes to the roof. Shimmy down the rain pipe and get to the Jeep if you can. If they catch you, know I’ll do everything in my power to get you back.”
It was raining outside and she could slip and fall and break her neck, and that was a way better case scenario than Huisman getting his hands on her.
He should never have brought her here.
Her face had gone a stark white, but she nodded and whispered back.
“I don’t think I can do that with the plug.”
He grunted and kissed her. He no longer cared about the damn plug, and it was sad. A few minutes ago her keeping that plug had been important.
“Be careful. I’m going to see if whoever is down there will follow me. But for now, we need him to believe we don’t know he’s there.”
“Zach, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
The brat was back, and it was clear she was clinging to their role-play. Her tone was sassy even as her eyes told him she was worried. She was handling it with grace. She wasn’t falling apart.
“I told you my cousin will come for me, and she will rain hell on your whole syndicate.”
He moved to the ladder. Everything looked normal down below. He might be freaking out for nothing, but his instincts were kicking in now that the lust cleared a little. Someone was here.
Fuck, it might be more than one. Huisman might have sent a team. He had before.
What had happened? What the fuck had gone wrong? He slipped his SIG into the back of his jeans. If he was alone, he would try something different, try to draw them out so he could take them down one by one, but he was panicked at the thought of having Devi fall into their hands.
Huisman would torture her.
Was it best-case scenario if he was about to be arrested? If it was Interpol or some Agency black team come to drag him back? They would leave her alone. Her name alone would protect her.
His stomach turned as he started down the ladder. His back was vulnerable. It went against his every instinct, but he did it for Devi. He forced his voice to stay in that deep dark Dom place.
“If your cousin shows her face here, I’ll take her down. I promise that, dorogaya.”
His feet found the ground, and adrenaline pumped through him. He had barely turned when he felt something cool at the back of his neck.
“I’d love to see you try, asshole,”
a familiar voice said.
Yep, maybe not worst-case scenario, but it was bad.
His team was here, and he had some explaining to do.