Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1)(5)
I know so much about her and, given the circumstances, I should. First, I’ve been stalking her for six months and, second, my job, as an enforcer of sorts, mandates that I pay attention to the smallest of details. Though she doesn’t know it yet, she is my new trainee.
I watch as one of the gay men she has befriended makes his way over to her. It’s evident he is telling her that I’m here because she raises her glass to me in a mock toast.
I crook my finger in her direction and my cock hardens as I watch her make her way over to me, obeying my silent command. Her dress moves in perfect synchrony with the sway of her hips; even the music seems to play in beat to her walk. She moves with just enough sensuality to be sexy, but not so much that it’s overdone. I pull her to me, pressing my hardened cock into her. For just a second, she drops her barriers and rubs up against me. It’s blissful but all too soon, it appears she rethinks her decision and she’s rebuilding her walls as she attempts to pull away. That’s not what I want and my braced arm around her lower back forbids it.
Her body gives her away when I glance down to see that her tiny, peaked nipples have gone hard in response to our proximity. I already know she won’t leave with me willingly but I’ve come prepared to take her with or without her consent. I don’t have much time before my next job and I need her with me to complete it.
She needs someone to rescue her and I decided months ago that she’s mine. In time, she’ll learn to accept my decision. I’ll protect her, I will train her, but above all, I’ll take her and make her mine… tonight.
Chapter Three
Johnnie
I think his smell is what pulls me from my sleep. It’s his smell and the bright sunlight streaming through the window. I groan and open my eyes only to see him sitting in a chair, staring at me as I lie in bed. He’s running his finger over his full bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation.
Suddenly the thought hits me that I may have just had my first one-night stand. “Oh my gosh, please tell me that we didn’t, you know…”
“I can assure you, Johnnie, when I fuck you, it won’t be something you can so easily forget.”
I can feel my face reddening and I figure it’s just as good a time as any to get up and use the bathroom, a way of escaping the embarrassment without being too obvious. I can hear his voice as I make my way into the bathroom. “The toothbrush is yours, as are all the beauty products. Use whatever you need.”
I don’t think anything of it until I start to look around the huge bathroom that’s the size of a small bedroom. A large, sunken, Jacuzzi tub dominates the center of the room. Along the back wall is a huge make-up table with professional lighting, complete with all the items in the brand names I use. This is starting to get weird. I finish brushing my teeth and look in the mirror, making sure I’m not a mass of streaked make-up. My face has weathered pretty well through a good night’s sleep and considering the fact that my admirer drugged me to get me here, I felt well rested. I tousle my long, blonde hair and straighten the t-shirt he obviously dressed me in, trying not to think about the fact that he had to have undressed me at some point to do that.
I quickly make my way back out to the bedroom while I still have my courage up and stand in front of the man I only know as Cash. Placing my hand on my hip, I speak through tight lips, “Where are my clothes? I need to get dressed so I can leave.”
A flash of something that looks suspiciously like amusement crosses his face for a fleeting second before he responds. “You won’t be going anywhere; this is your new home.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” I spew as I stomp towards the bedroom door. My heart sinks when I see a punch keypad. I’ll need the combination to get out. I twist the doorknob with no results, confirming what I feared to be true.
In a moment of rage, I grab a large bust placed on a small, round table and throw it at the huge picture frame window over on the side of the room. I brace myself for the crashing of glass and am horrified when I witness it bounce off and onto the floor completely intact.
Furious, I lunge towards the man casually sitting in the chair and watching me as if he’s entertained by the gamut of emotions I’m experiencing. He leaps from the chair before I have the opportunity to assault him and tosses me on the bed as if I’m weightless. His body weighs down on mine and, once again, I feel his hard cock pressing into me.
My breathing is heavy with a mixture of anger and something I’m not sure how to identify.
“Fuck you!” I try to scream out but my words are muffled. My mouth is flush against his neck as he buries his face in my hair. His hips continue to grind into me as he fists a handful of my hair with one hand and slips his other into the top of the flowered cotton underwear he dressed me in last night. “That’s a good girl. Fight me, baby. I do love a good fight. Oh fuck, you are so wet.”