ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (74 page)

“Sandra,
stop. Mr. Wallace used my company to keep his business at arm’s length. The
Chinese didn’t know who they were working with. They didn’t know Mr. Wallace’s
operation had ceased to be, and they had already been paid for the next
shipment up front. The container showed up at my Chinese dock with three
heavily armed guards to ensure it arrived safely. If I hadn’t signed for the
delivery, there would be another pile of bodies.”

“You
could have told the police,” I countered. “We could have…”

“You
could have what, Sandra? Sent police to the far side of the planet to stop
those assholes from killing dozens of women? The only chance those women have
is on that ship! If there’s even a hint of police involvement, that crate will
end up right where the last one did. The Chinese expect prompt receipt and
delivery. If that ship deviates from the schedule, you know exactly what will
happen. You’ve seen it.”

I
considered his words. They made perfect sense. Damn. Why couldn’t the bad guys
all wear black hats and twirl their mustaches? “What are you planning, Nathan?”

“I’m
not lacking in connections or money to pay for the right kind of help. I’m
going to take delivery of the crate, and I’m going to shelter those girls while
they apply for asylum. With Wallace out of the picture, there are no more
payments, no more shipments, and no more problems,” he said, his eyes sweeping
back and locking with my own. “Nobody was supposed to know about this. How
exactly did you find out about the shipment?”

“What do you know about computers?” I asked quietly.

“Not
much. But what does that matter? Didn’t you hear what I just said? How do you
know about the shipment?”

“I
didn’t come here to be with you, Nathan. I came here because Captain Pierce
wants access to your computer. He knew about the shipment. He thinks you’re
still involved with the Irish mob.”

It was
all out in the open now. No more secrets. Captain Pierce was building a case.
He was setting Nathan up for a fall, and I was just one of the pawns.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting that
realization set in. I believed every word Nathan had said thus far. There was
too much that just didn’t add up on Captain Pierce’s side of things, too many
questions he didn’t have answers for.

Part of me felt relieved. Nathan wasn’t a sex
trafficker. He hadn’t lied to me—not in the way I’d thought, at least. But
another part of me felt sick all over again. Captain Pierce and God knows who
else in the department had a connection with the Irish mob. That meant they
were complicit in murdering thirty-six women and children and trafficking
countless others. My whole world was crumbling around me. The cops were
supposed to be the good guys…

And clearly, I didn’t know Nathan as well as I’d
thought. Maybe he was trying to do the right thing, but he’d had no qualms
about hiding it from me. What exactly was his game plan, anyway—to disappear
from my life, to hide out in this safe house until the threat passed, and then
just waltz back up to me once it as all over?

I needed to be careful around him. Despite how much he
had changed, it was obvious that he still thought of himself first and everyone
else second.

I
looked down to the floor, and almost embarrassed feeling rolling through me for
not seeing this sooner. I was a detective. I should have seen this coming,
asked more questions, demanded more answers. After all of this, Pierce was just
setting me up as collateral damage.

“Sandra,
if Captain Pierce is involved, this whole thing might go deeper than even I
suspected. I knew Mr. Wallace had men on the inside, but I never would have
guessed the good captain was one of them. If he gets access to my computer…”

“What is on the computer, Nathan?”

“Leverage.”

I
snarled. I was tired of his cryptic bullshit, his “cover my ass” attitude.
“What the hell do you mean?”

“It
doesn’t matter,” he said evasively. “Look, we have to stop him,” he continued,
reaching out and laying his hand on top of mine. His skin was soft and warm,
and it felt nice to connect like this.

I shook
my head. That was hardly an answer, but he was right. Time might be of the
essence.

“How do we do that?” I asked softly, staring back at
him.

“We
give him what he wants,” Nathan replied, lifting the t22 transmitter into the
air and smiling. “We give him
exactly
what he wants.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

If
I was going to
make this believable, I had to play my part. That meant spending a lot of time
around Mr. Hale for the next few days and reporting back to Captain Pierce on
my progress at getting him computer access.

On the
plus side, this gave us plenty of time to explore each other’s wild sides.

Some
people deal with stress by drinking, some do it by smoking, and I was dealing
with stress by riding Nathaniel Hale’s incredible cock. His hands gripped my
luscious hips and rocked me softly as I straddled him, bringing our flesh
together. Everything about it was primal, animal, beyond the scope of human
control. It was just what I needed: less thinking, more
doing.

There
was something to be said about living like this. Nathan rarely had to leave the
house, choosing to do most of his work via his computer, and although we were
holed up here in his mansion for a few days, it wasn’t like we were lacking for
things to do, or places where we could have a little fun.

For
one, there was the indoor pool. And the hot tub. And the sauna. And the
kitchen…

Okay,
maybe that last one was a little impromptu. Turns out, granite countertops are
cold, and it’s not nearly as fun as it sounds to be propped up on top of one.

“I
can’t hold out, baby…” Nathan whispered beneath me, my body bouncing on him
ever so softly. We weren’t fucking right now. This was love making, the oldest
and purest thing in all the world. Nathan had once pushed my limits, drawn out
the experience with such delicious agony that I’d almost lost my damn mind
right there in his arms. Now I wanted to return the favor.

“You’re
vibrating…” Nathan said. I laughed, throwing my head back and riding him
faster.

“I’m
good, but I’m not that good, Nathan,” I replied with a sultry voice. Lowering
my eyes back to his, I saw that he’d grabbed the phone from my pants, still
strewn across the bed.

“No—vibrating,” he replied, his voice straining.

I
didn’t even stop, lifting the phone to my ear as I bore down even faster on
Nathan, rocking my hips wildly. Was it wrong to mix a little business with
pleasure this way? Probably.

I found
myself suddenly frozen in place as I realized who was on the other end of the
line, though. Why the hell was Captain Pierce calling me at one in the morning?

“Captain,
it’s early” I whispered, clamping down on the cock inside me, trying to curb
Nathan’s little thrusts of his hips from beneath me. I didn’t want him to spill
into me with the captain on the phone. I wanted to enjoy his release just as
much as he did, and I couldn’t do that while talking to the enemy.

“It’s
time, Detective. That container ship is twenty-four hours out, and I need
access to that computer. Have you managed to get your hands on the key?”

“I’m still working on it. You need to give me more
time.”

“There
is no more fucking time, Sandra. That asshole is going to be responsible for a
whole container of little girls hitting that dock, and you know exactly what’s
going to happen to them. Now, either you provide me with some fucking results,
or I’m pulling you off this case and doing this the hard way.”

Inside
I was seething, but I couldn’t let him know that just yet. I took my
frustration out on Nathan instead, rotating my hips in little figure-eights
that made his eyes roll back into his skull. “Twelve hours, Captain. Give me
twelve hours.”

“Don’t fuck this up, Detective.”

I hung
up the phone, looking down at Nathan’s twisted and sex-hungry face. “Well…
where were we?”

“I
think I was about to fuck this pussy into submission,” Nathan said, smiling up at
me.

“From
where I’m sitting, it looks like I’m in charge this time around, Mr. Hale,” I
replied teasingly.

“Maybe
you should be paying better attention,” he said, smirking as he reached down
and lifted one of my wrists. One of my pairs of handcuffs was locked onto the
wrist, the other cuff open and dangling as Nathan thrust upward into my willful
depths, lifting me up and rolling us with his cock still firmly planted within
me.

“Oh,
God,” I gasped as he threw my arm toward the headboard, swinging the chain of
the handcuffs around one of the thick metal posts and grabbing at my free hand,
dragging it up and slapping the other cuff on it even as he fucked me
mercilessly. I lost all control, squealing and moaning as he drove deep, but he
stopped just before I was sent off the cliff, my body crying out for the
ultimate release.

I’d
never let anyone have such control over me since the first time we’d fucked,
when he’d taken my virginity... I strained at the handcuffs, keening in
desperate pleasure and arching my back beneath him, trying to draw his
retreating body back inside. I was thankful that his men had swept the house
clean of bugs, because as loud as I was being, the neighbors could have
probably heard us.

“I love
how wet you get for me, baby,” Nathan whispered, pulling his cock completely
free of my folds. Even my attempts to catch him with my legs had failed. Now he
was gripping one of my strong calves, forcing it down to the bed as he tied it
to the bed post with one of the silken sheets.

“Untie
me, Nathan… please,” I pleaded, desperate to get myself back on top. I wanted
to ride him until all of my worries disappeared. Tomorrow would come, and with
it, all of the danger and fear would finally come to a head. I didn’t want to
think about any of that now. I just wanted to be with Nathan.

“No. I
need you to understand that with me, you’ll never be in control. You’re here to
satisfy me, and when you do that, I will give you pleasure like you have never
known…”

“Oh God
yes…” I moaned loudly as he pulled my other leg toward the far corner of the
bed, spreading my thighs as I struggled, tying me in this demeaning and
incredibly sexual position.

“Please,
fuck me. Lick me,” I said, gasping as his hand came down on my toned stomach. I
could barely even contain myself as he leaned down between my legs, his soft
lips delivering a devastating kiss just on the inside of my thigh.

“Oh,
yes,” I whispered, squirming in place. Every kiss was closer to my center,
closer to my core. “Like that, Nathan… Please, give me your tongue.”

He
didn’t hesitate, rocking his tongue against my clitoris, shattering my own
connections with the ground. I felt like I was floating, becoming wetter for
him as his hands cupped beneath my curvaceous ass and pulled me tight against his
mouth.

“Let me
inside,” Nathan whispered, his finger pressing against my delicate tunnel as my
body held everything tight, reveling in the sensations his wonderful touch was
providing. I obeyed his voice, relaxing my thighs and letting his fingertip explore
my depths. My mouth fell open with a desperate moan as I felt him press deep, a
second finger following the first in delicate slow motion.

“I love your obedience, Sandra.”

I just
whimpered, riding the thrusts of his fingers as he returned to write love
letters with his tongue. Explosions of pleasure overwhelmed me as he pressed
deeper with every motion, dragging an orgasm from my agonized body. He tried to
withdraw his fingertips, but I clamped down around them, shifting my hips as
best I could to capture them, my flesh shuddering around him.

“Naughty
little Sandra,” Nathan said, pulling his fingers free and bringing himself up
between my legs. I was desperate for his cock, but he didn’t stop there. I
found him moving over my legs, his body straddling my chest.

Oh, God…

As his
cock slipped between my breasts, I gasped, staring down at the way his girth
wrapped itself with my flesh.

“Untie
me so I can suck your cock,” I said as sultry as I could. I was panting, barely
able to form the words. This man drove me absolutely wild.

“No. I
like you just like this,” Nathan whispered, reaching down and pulling my head
upward as he moved his hips forward. The tip of his majestic shaft danced
lightly against my lips.

“Go ahead. Work for my cum.”

That
was all he had to say. I moaned, slipping his shaft between my lips and doing
everything I could to use my tongue on his most sensitive flesh. Nathan was
teasing me, keeping himself just barely within reach as I struggled with my
handcuffs. My saliva began to cover his shaft, and I found myself completely
out of my mind as he reached a hand behind himself and found my pussy again, my
clit crying out for more attention.

I threw
myself into the blowjob, doing everything I could to get him off. It was wet
and filthy and wrong, and I loved every goddamned second of it. Before I knew
it, he had moved away, too far for my mouth to reach, but easily between my
breasts. His saliva-slick cock slipped between them, reaching my lips on every
thrust. I mourned the departure of his fingertips as he pressed my breasts
together, sliding between them, thrusting into the channel he’d created. It was
unbearably sexy, and all I could imagine was how amazing it would feel inside
me.

“Fuck
me, Nathan. Please,” I gasped, staring up into his emerald eyes.

“Fine … But we’re going to do it
my
way.”

I
didn’t understand what he meant as he slipped off of me, untying my feet.
Before I knew it, they were in the air, held together at the ankles as Nathan
moaned.

“God
fucking damn… Do you know how sexy your ass is?”

I’d
been blessed with good genes, and I’d always been proud of my round bottom, but
having Nathan inspecting it like this was just sexy as hell. I wiggled it at
him, smiling wickedly. It surprised me when Nathan left me like that for a
moment, stepping off the bed and toward his dresser. When he returned, I could
see he had rolled a condom over his cock, but more surprising was the sudden
splash of cool wetness against the crack of my ass.

“What
are you doing?” I asked, gasping suddenly as his fingertip slipped between my
cheeks and pressed just slightly into my tight, forbidden hole.

His
words echoed in my mind:
“We’re going to do it my way.”

“Wait,
Nathan, I’ve never done this before,” I said, whimpering as his fingertip
slipped just a bit deeper.

“Relax,
baby. There’s no part of you I can resist exploring. Nothing you can keep from
me…”

I knew
he was right, even as his huge cock lined up with my tightest of holes. What
was I doing? Was I really going to let him fuck me in the ass?

“Oh,
fuck!” I squealed as he pressed inward, his lubricated cock sliding between my
cheeks. Pain and pleasure bloomed in tandem, making my hips jerk and my toes
curl as a feeling of overwhelming fullness overtook me.

“Relax.
You can do this, Sandra,” Nathan whispered, impaling me ever so slowly, each
inch of his cock filling me beyond anything I could even imagine. I screamed
for him, overcome with the intensity of the sensations Nathan inspired in me as
my mind went blank. There was nothing except me and Nathan’s big cock, nothing
to stop him from taking every last bit of my innocence.

“Good
girl,” he said, beginning to thrust. It was slow at first, but he was building
up speed with every movement. I had lost all control of my voice, squeals and
moans of unholy pleasure erupting from my body as Nathan’s thumb came down on
my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just making me his—he
was showing me just how much control he had over my body.

I never
would have let another man do this. I would have gone my whole life without
knowing this kind of pleasure, if not for Nathaniel Hale. He owned me, body and
soul, and I could only succumb to his demands. There was no resisting him
anymore.

My
whole world shattered with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me, a seemingly
endless stream of pleasure babbling over me, drowning me in a current of bliss.
By the time he finally fell backward, spent, I was lost to the undertow,
floundering in the brilliant darkness of my afterglow.

Nathan was mine. I was his.