Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

Instead, I'm in love with my step-brother, and I'm
tied to a chair, not knowing when or if I'll ever see him again.
Tears stream from my eyes, down over my cheeks only to drop onto my
thighs, sending another shiver up my spine.

He has to come back.

He's my big brother, my hero.

He protected me from bullies and mean girlfriends.
He'd always looked out for me, and then he just wasn't there anymore,
but I understand so well why.

At least, now I do. Now I know what he was fighting
so hard to resist doing.

But it can't be stripped from us! Not now! Not when
we've finally come to terms, finally accepted those long-repressed
desires!

I rock myself back and forth in my chair, trying to
escape, to move closer to the door. I need to find out if there's
anyone else out there. I can't hear anything from in here! The
scraping is like nails on a chalkboard, but I ignore it as I shuffle
closer and closer to the door. There's a window above it, and if I
can tilt myself just so, maybe I can hear...

Though when I get nearer to the door, there's still
nothing but the aching silence and loneliness. It has to have been
hours since I was left here, the door locked behind the crooked cop.
I still don't know how Axel managed to buy off the cops, but they
were under his thumb as good as any. I'd thought of the town as the
Wild West when I first moved here, but now I know that's truer than
ever.

"Help!" I cry out through the gag, though I
know it's fruitless. Even if someone could hear me, they weren't
going to be my savior.

There's only one person with the power to get me out
of here.

"Kaiden," I whimper, not for the first
time. I remember back to my time in prison, to the realization that I
really, truly love him. That I'd wanted him to rescue me from the
trouble I'd gotten myself into, and how he showed up, proud and eager
to help.

He didn't even hold it against me, bring it up as a
jab. He just accepted it for what it was and let it go.

I rock the chair towards the door, trying to get it
hooked under the door knob or break out the glass or something, but I
can't do anything. I'm bound too tight, the handcuffs and zip ties
digging into my skin and making it turn red the more I struggle. I'm
absolutely helpless.

***

I awake with a start, and I don't even remember
falling asleep. My face is wet and feels gross, caked on tears
tarnishing my skin. But then I hear the sound that must've woke me up
in the first place. In the distance, a motorcycle is revving. It’s
coming from the opposite side of the building, and one of the broken
out windows must be letting in that little bit of sound.

That siren call.

But I don't know it's Kaiden. He runs with a gang of
people that all ride bikes, after all. For all I know, that could be
Axel returned to punish me for Kaiden's failing to do whatever he
wanted.

And what
did
he want? Was it for Kaiden to...?

I shake my head free of the thought. No, no, Kaiden
couldn't do that. I know that he pulled the trigger last night, but
it's not the same thing now.

He was trying to protect me.

Just like he's trying to do now.

I can't think like that! Kaiden isn't a killer, he'd
find another way.

There's silence again, and I'm left alone to wonder
if it was all a mirage, just me hearing things because of how scared
I am. My ears strain once more, trying to detect anything from
outside, or from in the rest of the warehouse, but there's nothing.

I start rocking my chair again, banging it against
the door, trying to draw the attention of whomever it is. I know it's
stupid, but I don't have any options!

I need to get out of here, and if only someone could
come in and talk to me, well, maybe there'd be a chance!

There's still no sounds, until suddenly I can feel
the doorknob try to turn. My chair is lodged in under it, though,
preventing it from opening, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn't keep it
like that. Keep whoever is out there, coming for me, locked out.

Stay safe in here until I know for sure it's Kaiden.

And then I hear his voice.

"Abby, let me in," he says, and even though
he's trying to project his voice loud enough for me to hear, it
sounds so exhausted.

I shuffle away from the door, my chair tipping and
nearly falling over in the process, but I manage to keep myself up
straight.

He rushes in the second I'm free of the door and
holds me close, his body pressed to mine awkwardly. He pulls out the
wet gag from my mouth.

"The keys," I gasp, motioning to the desk
in the corner of the room. "The cop, he put them in there."

Kaiden walks over to it with a limp, and when he
turns back to me, I see that his shirt is bloody, a big gash up along
his side. I wince in sympathetic pain as he disappears behind me,
frantically undoing my handcuffs.

I rub my wrists, the raw flesh so bright red, hurting
from being twisted and yanked in my useless attempts to break free.
Next he grabs out his Swiss army knife, cutting the bindings on my
ankles, and I leap up, wrapping my arms around him.

Tears stream down my face as he peppers my mouth with
kisses, holding me tight despite all his bruises and the blood. I'm
covered in it as well now, but I don't care.

I'm just so happy to have him back again.

"Come on," he says, guiding me to the door,
letting me rest on him.

My body feels all out of sorts, exhausted and sore,
and although I know he wants to lift me up and relieve me of the
burden of walking, he's too hurt to help more than what he is
already.

We make our way to the exit of the building, and
there's no one else around. The cop cars are gone, as is Axel's bike,
and me and Kaiden are left alone.

Free.

My arms wrap around him, the vibration of the bike
going through me. I'm so exhausted, but the fact that I have Kaiden
back is giving me a second wind.

So when he pulls over at a rest stop and suggests we
take a few minutes to clean ourselves up in the bathroom, I know what
he means.

I’ve never been put in so many life-or-death
scenarios as I have recently, and it seems almost sick that it makes
me want to appreciate life all the more. To clutch onto that bit of
happiness I found with Kaiden, and never let it go.

Now that we’re finally, blissfully alone, our
passion can't be stopped. We need one another like we need air. After
getting the keys from the gas station attendant, we both disappear
into the cramped and dirty restroom.

I don't even mind as he lifts me up, resting me on
top of the sink, spreading my legs as he goes to work at his belt.
Quickly that's taken off, and he's pushing my panties to the side and
sinking into me. It's only been a few hours since we were last
together, and we don't have the luxury of romance.

We're both pressing into one another, unable to
contain our need to just appreciate the fact that we're both still
alive. That we made it out in one piece, and now, we're free.

His bare cock strikes into my depths as his mouth
moves along my throat.

I feel filthy and wrong, my hands clasping the sink
as I grind my hips into his, but it feels so right at the same time.

I scream, no longer caring who hears, and he pounds
me harder. The tapping digs into my back, and the sink threatens to
break under the weight and force of his thrusts.

One of my hands reaches up, wrapping around his neck,
nails digging into him as he sucks my skin so hard I know it'll leave
a mark. And I want it. I want him to mark me, to claim me as his,
body, heart, and soul.

I scream again as he ruts into me, his teeth biting
at my skin, my head spinning with desire and need. I can't believe
how good it feels being fucked like this, to be handled so roughly,
but it's like a celebration of life.

Of just being able to experience such pleasure and
pain together in one.

The mirror behind me stabs into my back, tearing my
shirt even more, but I don't care. It all just serves as a glorious
reminder that we're alive, that we made it, and I wrap my legs and
arms around him. He lifts me from the sink, instead smacking my back
against the wall as he holds me tight, rutting into me so hard.

His lips are bruising and painful on mine, his every
action filled with passion and joy, without consideration for being
delicate. And I don't want him to be soft. I don't want him to treat
me like a doll.

I need to feel this, to feel him in his unhinged
state and truly appreciate what his amazing body can do.

We're a mess of dirt and unwashed hair, the smell of
sex rising up off of us as I scream and cry, not caring who can hear.

I want everyone to hear.

I want the whole world to know what a sex god Kaiden
is, and that he's all mine.

His hand goes to my jaw, his fingers hard as he
explores my neck, my skin, my ear.

His hands knit into my hair, and he brings my mouth
back to his, his teeth biting my lower lip, making me bleed, and I
can only moan into it. He tastes like my blood, and I press my tongue
to his, the muscle vibrating with my constant sounds of pleasure as
he takes me hard in the dirty washroom.

I don't know how long we go at it, how many times he
whips me around, slamming me from one wall to another. I'm filthy,
and dirty, and his as he presses me to the floor, staring down at me
as he grabs my thighs and makes my ankles wrap around his throat.

He's never been so deep, never been so hard with me,
but I've never been so wet, and that lets him slap in easily.

I feel like he's bruising me all over, my ass, my
shoulders, my head, my mouth, and I'm shocked at how much I love it.

How much I crave more.

"Kaiden!" I scream, not caring that there's
someone at the door, knocking, telling us to get out right now. I
don't care, I want them to hear! To know that I'm being fucked in a
slummy restroom by my hot step-brother.

"Kaiden, fuck!" I cry out, and he growls,
his hands on my hips, holding me in place. My thighs and legs ache as
he stretches them back, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper into
my body, his pace all the while growing faster and faster.

I can't believe how much it hurts, how good it feels,
and he grabs my breast through my flimsy top.

There's no more delicate pinches, no teasing to his
actions. He's serious, his hand gripping my small breast so hard that
I know I'm going to have a bruise there, and I scream.

His other hand goes to my clit, not rubbing, just
pressing down on it, making those sparks appear before my eyes.

He's like a whole different person. Not the man I
knew who took home those random floozies and gave them a good time,
not the sweet man who dirty talked me into bed and made me want him.

This Kaiden is an
animal
, unhinged and raw,
and he's simply taking what he needs from my body, what he wants.
What I need, what I want. I cry out as the tops of my thighs press
against my stomach, trapping his hand in place, and when I open my
eyes I see him staring at me with such intensity.