Chained (28 page)

I grimaced as another shot of desire ran through me. My insides clenched, wanting the feel of someone’s touch. I closed my eyes, remembering the most intense orgasm I had only thirty minutes ago. Immediately, I felt wetness trickle down my legs, and I knew it wasn’t water. It was my own longing dripping, wanting. I never knew it like this before.

I opened my eyes to look at Ian. He must have seen the expression on my face because his eyes widened. He backed out of the bathroom and reached around his back, pulling out a radio and pressing the button. “Tell Boss he needs to come up as soon as he can. We have an urgent situation up here.”

He released the button and another voice came through, “Copy that.”

The more Ian looked flustered, the more my desire pooled between my legs. The only thought in my head was how much I wanted his cock inside me. It didn’t matter that, other than his first name, I knew nothing about him. Nothing mattered now apart from what my body wanted.

A sound echoed through the room and if it wasn’t for the fact I felt a rumble through my chest, I would have sworn it wasn’t me. It was animalistic. Completely not me.

Ian swallowed nervously and backed further away from me. I came walking toward him, licking my lips. I didn’t care about anything else right now except the raging burn between my legs.

“I’ll go get him now. I promise.” With fear and reluctance in his eyes, Ian hastily left, shouting and slamming the door behind him.

I stood waiting. I didn’t know for how long. Maybe two minutes...maybe five… It felt like an eternity.

But then he entered the room.

My lord and master.

My body instantly reacted to his hungry stare, and I ripped the towel from my body. Zac walked towards me, picking me up in his arms, backing me up against the wall. “Sorry I left you, baby. I don’t want to see you in pain. Do you need me to make it better?”

I whimpered, nodding. I needed something, anything from him right now.

“I shouldn’t have left you on your own. I’m so sorry, baby. I promise to make it all better now.”

I whimpered again as he trailed soft kisses down my neck, his hand coming up and touching my breast. “Please…,” I begged. I was beyond any other emotion right now. Everything other than his touch ceased to exist.

I felt Zac tug at his belt as he unzipped his trousers, then thrust inside me as I cried out. He claimed my mouth with his as he slammed into me over and over again.

“Baby, you feel so good. So fucking wet for me.”

Immediately, I could feel my orgasm rise. Never had one climbed so fast before.

“Zac!” I cried, unable to hold it back.

“Fuck… I love it when you scream my name.”

He carried me away from the wall and threw me down on the bed. He held me at the edge as he stood above me. He pushed himself as deep as he could, then did the one thing I totally unexpected.

He slapped my clit.

That was all it took. I came, screaming over and over again as my orgasm raced through my body. Zac moaned as he moved inside me, but all that did was heighten my orgasm. I was on so much fire, it just kept raging on and on.

“Do you know how good your pussy feels when you come around me? Fuck, I’m having trouble keeping control when it comes to you. Why the fuck did you make me wait, Livy? You knew this was how it was supposed to be.”

He cried out again as he pounded into me, harder and faster. My whole body quivered and shook with every thrust. Before too long, another orgasm raced to claim me, making me scream so loudly, I thought the ceiling would cave in.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he hummed, then his body suddenly clenched. “Livy!” he screamed as he let go of his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, both our bodies heaving and covered in sweat. My mind was numb again, not wanting me to remember those perfect eyes and his perfect hair and his perfect caress.

“I promise I won’t leave you until you’re ready, okay, baby?”

I nodded, knowing his sweet words would pull me to him.

Zac was sucking me under again. He knew damn well what he was doing. And the biggest problem? It was working.

Chapter 19

It was at least another three hours before I felt the drug start to wear off. By the end, the only thing I could feel was my drooping eyelids. I was so tired. I didn’t mind, though. I would rather feel that than the emotional pain I knew would cripple me later on.

Holding me in his arms, Zac had instantly fallen asleep. I think I wore him out more than myself, but he only had himself to blame. I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to hate him so much, but the need to sleep overcame me so strongly, I had to give in.

*****

Moaning, I woke up when I saw light shining into my eyes. Every part of my body ached and I didn’t know why. My head was fuzzy and I was so comfortable, I didn’t want to move. I heard a sound in my room and a tug on my arm. I smiled widely, feeling lighter than air.

“Kit, come to bed. I don’t want to get up yet.” I grabbed his hand and yanked him to me, the feel of him so good against my back.

Without another thought, I pulled his hand up to cup my breast, but there was resistance.

Then it hit me with a thud. I wasn’t at home. I had been taken last night, then… Oh, my god! No!

I shot up, seeing Ian staring at me with wild eyes. “Who’s Kit?”

Oh shit, no. Why did my weakness take over when Kit was obviously in danger?

Kit. My Kit. The person from whom I was taken. The person I betrayed over and over again last night.

Without thinking, the tears welled. Before I knew it, I was balling like a baby. Ian, shocked, started looking around the room frantically, wondering what to do.

“Olivia, calm down. Please, calm down.”

I couldn’t help it. Once the floodgates opened, I couldn’t seem to stop.

“What happened last night? What the hell was that, Ian? It certainly wasn’t any Viagra I’ve ever heard of. I wasn’t in control.”

Ian sighed and tried comforting me with a pat on my shoulder. “Listen, if it makes you feel any better, you wouldn’t have been able to control yourself last night no matter what.”

Tears streaming down my face, I looked at him with a frown. “What do you mean?”

Ian looked away for a moment. “Listen, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” I nodded vigorously. “A few years back, a secret base in a remote location in Wiltshire was infiltrated. They were found to have been testing a new drug on unsuspecting women. It was a drug that would make you not only highly sexed, but highly fertile. It can be used on women who can’t conceive.” He looked me over for a moment before continuing, “Unless you used protection or are on the pill, I would suspect the chances of you being pregnant now are extremely high. In fact, I would be certain of it.”

Shit, no. This can’t be happening. “That’s sick, Ian. Why would they do that to women?”

Ian shook his head. “I can’t tell you. All I can say is that it’s a highly potent drug and when used in the right way, it can make a woman the best sex partner a man could ever wish for.”

I frowned through my tears. “But that’s like rape, Ian.”

He grimaced. “Well… It is and it isn’t. The woman
wants
it and, if you used the right person, it is highly enjoyable. She would probably go as far as saying it was the best sex she ever had.”

I hung my head in shame. It
was
the best sex I ever had, but that just made me feel like the worst person in the world. I had dedicated myself to Kit, but I had betrayed him in the worst way possible.

“If you’re feeling guilty for it, don’t. There was no way you would have been able to control yourself last night. If left too long, it would have become unbearably painful.”

I winced. “What kind of drug is that? That just sounds…”

“Alien?” He huffed. “Don’t ask.”

Ian looked at me for a moment, then got off the bed to fetch me a tissue. “Here. Dry your eyes, get ready, and come down for something to eat. You’ve been sleeping practically all day and the Boss wants you looked after.”

I took the tissue, but just stared at him. “I don’t understand what’s going on. When I’m with him, I feel this pull. When I’m not, it’s like this spell I’m under goes away. I can’t explain it.”

Ian bit his lip. “Have you ever been under hypnosis?”

I looked at him, my eyes wide. “Yes. Several months ago, Uncle put me on the right path. He told me hypnosis would help with my nightmares.”

Ian winced a little, but didn’t say anything.

“Ian, what are you not telling me?”

He shook his head. “I can’t say, Olivia. If I tell you anymore, I’ll probably be writing my own death sentence. I’ve already told you things you shouldn’t know.”

My posture picked up as I held the bedsheet to my chest. “Then why have you?”

Ian frowned. “I don’t know. I guess I feel bad for you. I feel bad that we had to take you.” He paused for a moment. “Who’s Kit? Is he a problem?”

I violently shook my head. “No. Please don’t mention his name again.”

He looked at me with a worried expression. “You do realise if Boss gets hold of this information, he’ll probably eliminate the problem, don’t you? In fact, he
will
eliminate the problem. You didn’t see what he did to that Freddy guy after he dared to touch you.” I winced. “But he deserved it, Olivia. If you hadn’t fought him off the way you did, I think you and I both know what would have happened next.”

I nodded. “I know.” He got off the bed, but I grabbed his arm. “Ian, he won’t use that on me again, will he?” A sudden burn between my legs shot through me at the thought of all those orgasms last night.

Ian regarded me for a moment. “I’m not sure how much was used on you, but even a very small amount could have lasting effects.”

“Lasting effects? What do you mean?”

Ian placed his hands in his pockets and bit his lip. “It means you could be feeling horny for a few days. It won’t be at the same level of intensity, but if you’re touched the right way, even talked to the right way, it could set you off. I’m not saying you won’t be in control. The pain will be bearable, but it will still hit you hard when the desire comes.”

I bashed my fist on the bed. “Great. Just fucking great. Do me a favour, Ian, and keep everyone away from me.”

He chuckled a little. “I don’t think you’ll have an issue there.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“Let’s just say that after last night, you’ll probably find only the Boss’ touch will do it for you. It’s a potent enough drug that you zero in on one person and one person only. Of course, if he’s not around and the pain is unbearable enough, you’ll seek out the next best thing. It’s no different than an animal’s natural mating instinct.”

I put my head in my hands. “Oh god, Ian. What has he done to me?” I looked up and saw his conflicted face.

“I’m sorry, Olivia. I think he’s just making sure no other man comes between you two.”

I thought about Kit again and the stab of pain hit me like never before. It kind of made me want Zac here so he could take it away.

“Fuck!”

Ian laughed. “You’re sure doing a lot of cursing this morning.”

I laughed sarcastically. “And do you want to hear the irony, Ian?” He nodded. “I never curse. I have always been such a placid person. I guess your boss is rubbing off on me after all.”

Ian looked at the door for a moment. I could tell he was eager to leave. I guess he wasn’t allowed in the room with me long enough for anything to happen.

“It’s okay. You can go.” I didn’t want him to get into trouble.

He smiled appreciatively. “Thanks. I’ve left some extra clothes and underwear for you to use. Once you’re ready, come down and we’ll have the cook make you something to eat.”

I nodded with a sad smile and watched as he walked out the door.

I was fucked. Well and truly fucked. I had been brought up to be a lady, but after hearing everything about my father last night, I just wanted to stick my middle finger up and shout a big ol’
fuck you
.

I threw my head back on the pillow and moaned. The tears came again and I allowed them. I had to cry to get it over with. I couldn’t let Zac see me in pain because he would question me. When that didn’t work, he would make it his sole mission to find out why by other means. For Kit’s sake, I hoped he’d forget about me and go underground again. He needed to get out of London and start fresh somewhere else. His safety was my number one priority.

And there was the irony again. I had set out with a different motive all those months ago. I thought Kit’s eyes were something different, but when I looked into them, I realised there was pain behind that hardness. Pain that I found myself wanting to unearth. When I looked into his eyes that day at the soup kitchen, I knew I was looking back at myself. It was a strange analogy, but that was the only way I could explain it.

I thought back to the moment we shared in my studio. The moment I knew, without a doubt, how much I loved him. I could feel how much he cared for me and I knew there was no going back. If I would have told him then and there, we could be somewhere miles away by now. Then again, he may have decided never to speak to me again, which would have only led me back here anyway. Since the day I was old enough to have men notice me, my life had been planned out. Hell, I was probably promised to Zac the day I was born.

All this made my head hurt. I had too much information, but I probably didn’t even know the half of it. Who was Zac? I always thought he was out to change the world and make it a better place. I always thought of him as a protector but, after last night, I wasn’t so sure now. Instead, I found him manipulative. He was using my weaknesses to draw me to him. I was like a moth to a flame when it came to Zac, and it seemed I had no control over it.

My eyes widened suddenly when I thought about what Ian had said. I had to get downstairs and take one of my birth control pills. There was no way I was getting pregnant by Zac. I refused.

I checked the time and saw it was after one o’clock in the afternoon.

“Shit!” I threw the covers off, ran into the bathroom, and quickly washed. Once dried, I rushed back out to find a selection of clothes in the wardrobe. All were very fancy and probably cost more than most people made in a year.

I picked out a pair of frilly white panties and a matching bra. I must admit. They felt good on my skin. When I looked in the mirror, a sudden urge to touch myself came over me.

I shook my head, not wanting to go there. I could feel that familiar burn from last night creep up, but I was determined not to let it win. If I ignored it, the burn went away. At least that was better than what I felt last night. That feeling was something else.

I went through the contents and picked out a short, pale yellow skirt with a white blouse. Once dressed, I ran down the huge rounded staircase to the first floor, noticing the numerous men around, some carrying guns.

They all looked my way, but none said a word or even nodded their heads in acknowledgment. They were looking at me as if I was this new, fascinating toy.

I walked through the expanse of the hallway, noticing the very expensive chandelier over my head. Girls would normally go crazy over someone like Zac. His wealth alone would turn girls on, but that was always the last thing on my mind. Money could buy you lots of things, but true love wasn’t one of them.

I took in the mass of paintings along the walls. I even spotted one of mine sitting proudly at the bottom of the steps. It was one I did of a meadow back in Cambridge. Zac actually wanted me to paint myself, but I didn’t want to. Instead, he settled on this meadow I liked to visit from time to time. Sometimes, I would just sit there and think about nothing. I’d let my mind go vacant and smile at the numbness it brought me.

“Olivia, are you ready?” I jumped when I saw Ian at the kitchen doorway, smiling. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he offered.

I shook my head. “That’s all right.” I came in to whisper, “Ian, where’s my handbag? I kind of need it, you know…for women’s things.” I thought I’d better say that because I knew men get scared of that kind of thing.

Just as expected, Ian’s eyes widened and he walked off. “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll go get it for you.”

I checked my watch and cursed when I realised I was nearly three hours late taking them. I would always carry them in my bag as, no doubt, I would forget them in the morning. More often than not, I would take them in the middle of my shift at the soup kitchen.

My heart clenched when I thought about everyone there. I wondered how Thomas and Marcus were getting on. Right now, I would have given anything to see them.

“Here. I left it somewhere safe for you.”

I nodded with a smile. “Thanks. Can you tell me where the nearest toilet is?”

“Sure.” He ran around me and motioned to a door under the stairs. “There’s a bathroom there.”

I nodded my thanks and went inside. Before I closed the door, Ian stopped me. My heart raced, thinking he knew what I was up to. Instead, he smiled. “What would you like to eat? I can let the cook know whilst you…do what you need to.”

My stomach suddenly growled. “Umm, I think I would love some scrambled eggs on toast right now, if that’s not any trouble.”