Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance(13)

“You feel so good, baby girl. All soft and silky, but how do you taste?” he asked as he pulled his hand away. I could only guess that he was tasting me at that very moment and I moaned, a little whimper filling the silence at the end. I wanted him.

“You taste just as good as you look,” he confirmed, his voice deep and husky as he came closer to me.

I tried to reach out for him, but I remembered that I was chained to the bed. Fuck. He had me chained and he’d already spanked me.

How much sexier could this get?

“What do you want, baby?” he asked.

“You,” I said, unabashedly. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I wasn’t afraid to admit it. I’d gone several days without feeling him between my thighs and I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Not without him there.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked. “I’m not feeling particularly gentle right now, Kat.”

I nodded, biting my lip. I wanted to feel him, all of him, no matter how he gave it to me.

I was turning into a really dirty girl.

Janson grabbed my legs, one after the other, and forced them up. Up over his shoulders. I could feel the back of my leg connect with his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked, a little frantic. I couldn’t see what was happening. I just had to trust him.

“I’m giving you exactly what you want. Me. Long and deep and hard,” he growled as he slid himself inside of me. My ass was raised just a little bit and he did go in so deep. I could feel his cock fill me up and make me scream. I wasn’t totally ready and it was a little bit painful!

But after a moment I got used to the feel of him inside of me. I yearned for more.

“More,” I panted as I tried to imagine what he looked like. What I looked like. “Please, Janson. More.”

“Whatever you want, Kat.” He said as he shoved himself into me over and over again. He was grabbing my hips, using them for leverage as he delved in and out of me, his cock pressing right against my g-spot.

He was bottoming out in me, making me feel all of him as he forced his way in and it was absolutely delicious.

“Oh god,” I cried as he quickened his pace. He was so fucking good. Filling me up, making me want more and more and more. And giving me all of it.

Giving me everything I wanted.

I felt so fucking greedy and I didn’t care. I would take all that I wanted from him. All that I could get. And I would relish it.

I was so close to cumming I could feel it rising in me. Fuck, I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to.

So I let the pleasure sweep over me and I reached to hold him, but the ropes stopped me. Somehow, that made it all the more intense. God damn, I couldn’t take it. I screamed out, my body shaking as I came.

“Yeah, you cum, baby. You cum.” Janson plunged into me one last time then growled out, cumming with me.

After several long moments, he reached up and untied my arms, then my blindfold so that I could see him basking in what we’d just done.

“Kat,” he said as he pulled me into him. “You are so damn sexy.”

I nuzzled his chest and just let myself be calm. I only wanted to exist in his world.

At least for a little while.





Chapter Nine



Janson



"He proposed what?" Greyson asked. We were in his office in the factory, standing with bourbon in our hands. As soon as the clock struck noon, he poured some for us both and demanded I tell him everything.

I did just that. I'd related the entire story to him about Michael, except for the details that Kathryn divulged. They were her story to tell. Her nightmares. Not mine.

I wasn't going to just betray her like that.

"He said he was a contact with the FBI. Said they had a case on all of us. Said that they really just wanted our parents, though." I took a sip.

"Did you believe him?" he asked.

"Does it matter? Michael has been with us for years. He has saved our lives numerous times. But the feds are the feds." I shook my head. I was never going to betray the family. Not like that. It would be too dangerous.

As much as I hated my father, I couldn't bring myself to be that untrustworthy.

I could tell by the way the wheels in Greyson's head were turning that he was thinking about something. It was a dangerous pastime for him.

"And you kicked him out?" he asked.

"Of course. I didn't want to get killed for just considering it." It was the truth. I had so much shit going on that I wasn't about to add to the pile. The thing I had going with Kat was enough to get me killed. I didn't need extra insurance on it.

Greyson rubbed his temples. Shit had gotten real since Joanna was pregnant. I could tell by the sagging look in his eyes that he was barely firing on all cylinders.

"My father wants David to take over the damn mob, did you know that?" he said. "He is planning on pushing me out. Killing me. Maybe."

"I thought he banned him." I furrowed my brow. It seemed impossible that his father would do something like that. Greyson was groomed to be the next in line.

"He didn't kill him. He intentionally gave him inroads. And I found out yesterday that they had been in contact. He wants me out of the picture." He had a point. His father would've had anyone else killed. He would've made sure that a man like him couldn't cause problems again.

And it sounded like he was actively looking for that very thing.

Damn, what Kat said was true. He didn't care about them at all.

"And-"

"And I think it's time I take care of this problem once and for all."

"How?" I asked.

"It's simple. We do nothing."

"What?" That didn't make any sense.

"Let Kathryn do all the work. It's simple, really. We'll protect her from taking any kind of consequences. She's young. She's a woman. No one would suspect her anyway. And her anger at my father is very real. She wants him gone, you said?"

I nodded. I didn't tell him why, but I didn't really have to. Their father had been an asshole to them all.

"Let her work with the FBI if she wants. But on one condition." He grinned and downed the rest of his bourbon.

"What?" I asked.

"Immunity for us. I don't even want to be implicated." He was serious. "They both need to go, Janson. And we don't have to do anything to make it happen. I always thought there would be a big coup. Maybe that we started, maybe started by someone else, but this would make it so much easier." He was fucking serious!

"This is too damn dangerous, Greyson. And if she gets outed as a snitch?" I asked.

"Our entire purpose is to take over from our parents. And I know that you want to make your father suffer." I did. I wanted that so bad, and he knew it. Greyson was the only person I'd told the entire truth to. And he promised me revenge. Perhaps that day had come. "She's smarter than that. She won't testify. She wouldn't put her name out there like that. And you'll ensure it." He pointed at me. "Your job is to protect my baby sister. Even from herself."

If only he knew how dedicated to that I was, he might have different opinions. I was walking a dangerous line.

It always came back to me.





Kathryn



Janson took the card with the number on it when he left, but what he didn't know was that I'd already copied it into the new phone he gave me. I'd done it the moment Michael gave it to me. It was too important not to.

That number could put my father away forever. That number would get the revenge I longed for. The one that he deserved.

My nightmares would finally end.

Would Janson be surprised if I called? Memories of last night floated into my head. The denial of sight to intensify the senses, the feelings of pleasure mixed with pain. The spanking.

Would he take away the touch that he'd given me? Or would it be more serious? Men in the mob had died for less, and my father made it very clear that he would have anyone in his family killed for being a witness to my uncle's murder.

I'd heard the words come out of his mouth. He didn't give a shit about me.

I had to decide if it was worth the risk. I hesitated as I stared at that number in my phone. If I did this, there would be no turning back. I might lose everything. I might lose Janson.

I wanted him more than anything. Except punishment for my father.

I pressed that number and waited.

Ringing.

My adrenaline spiked. Each ring screamed at me to hang up.

What the fuck was I doing? I was crazy. This wasn't some high school defiance level shit. This was so much more serious.

It might just end in my own death.

"Hello?" the voice on the other line answered. It was a deep voice. Male. And it was more terrifying than anything I'd ever heard before in my entire life.

I didn't speak.

"Hello?" he said again. I knew if I didn't say something he was going to hang up on me.

"Hi. Michael said you might want to talk to me," I said. I was so scared, the shaky quality of my voice immediately gave me away.

They were not lying when they said I had no poker face. I couldn't even fake it over the phone.

This was not going to go well.

I wasn't even going to give my name, not even if he asked.

"Yes, but not on the phone. We'll have to meet, in person." He was to the point.

Shit. That meant going alone. That was even more dangerous.

"Where?" I asked. I was terrified. This shit was serious.

"There is an Italian bakery in Little Italy. Maria's. Meet me there. I'll be the one with the orange pocket square." His voice did nothing to reassure me.