PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (57 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.

“Sandra,” he whispered as he lay down beside me. “Tell
me this is going to work. Tell me we can leave all this behind and live our
lives. Tell me we can be together.”