Stockholm Seduction (2 page)

Chapter Two

The silence was deafening.

I trembled and shook. Soon the shaking became uncontrollable and the handcuffs rattled manically behind me.

I would die if he didn’t come back. I couldn’t even reach the bottle of water. I looked out the window. Acres of burning blue sky shimmered through the glass. Moisture built in my eyes, a sob escaped my throat. Before I knew it, I was heaving out uncontrollable wails that racked my ribs and squeezed my belly.

I felt sick, hot and terrified.

“Don’t cry…please don’t cry. I’m sorry, really I am.”

He was back.

Seeing him made me cry all the more. “Don’t go again,” I sobbed. “Don’t leave me here, I don’t want to be alone here.”

“I won’t.”

“Do you promise?” I blubbered.

“Yeah.”

“’Cause I’ll die if you leave me here, tied up in the middle of the desert.”

“I won’t, I promise… Hey, come here.” He wrapped his muscular arms around my shoulders and leaned his hot body into mine. Soft chest hairs brushed my cheek and he made soothing noises as he stroked my messy hair.

Gradually my sobs calmed and he used my forgotten sarong to wipe my face. “No more crying,” he said. “I didn’t want to make you cry.”

I nodded. He was the one who’d put me in this position, so why did I feel like he was my protector? It was weird. But then, he had just knifed a poisonous snake that was looking my way, and he had come back for me and, most importantly, he hadn’t actually hurt me. “Can I have some more water?” I asked through a sniff.

He let go of me with one hand and stretched for the water. He tipped it to my mouth and held it whilst I took several big gulps. As he pulled away, a fat drip landed on my inner thigh.

We both watched it slide toward the crotch of my bikini bottoms. Just before it hit the blue material, he caught it with the tip of his index finger. He lifted his hand and sucked the drip into his mouth.

A sudden, furious whack of arousal seared through my body. His mouth was divine, wide and soft with a little fuzzy soul patch beneath his bottom lip.

Our eyes caught.

“Please,” I said.

“Please what?” His voice was low and husky.

I looked at my chest. My nipples were tight peaks. Straining against the flimsy material of my unpadded bikini and giving away the fact that I was seriously aroused.

He followed my gaze and stared at my breasts. “I told you, I’m not a rapist.” He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple bob way down low and then back up.

“It’s not rape if I ask you to.” I tipped my head up and pressed my lips to his. I couldn’t help it—my body was in control of itself.

A deep rumble like a growl vibrated through his chest. “Penny,” he murmured into my mouth. “You’re really asking for trouble.”

“I think you already asked for it,” I whispered, then poked out the tip of my tongue and traced the seam of his lips. “When you just took me, like I was yours to take. When you grabbed me and tied me up, you asked for trouble.”

Suddenly he wrapped his hands around my hips and yanked my body flat on the bed. I gasped as my upstretched arms locked and he flattened himself over me on his elbows. His steely erection pressed through his shorts against my leg. Hot, thick and hard.

“I took you to save the life of another,” he said in a gruff voice.

“Not so you could tie me up and fuck me?” I parted my legs.

“No! I told you, this…” He ground against me. His shaft slid up my thigh and the head of his cock prodded my entrance through his shorts and the thin material of my bathing suit. “This is not part of the plan,” he said.

I twitched my hips for more contact and tugged my arms. I wanted to touch his beautiful golden skin, feel it beneath my palms and trace the intricate details of the dragon tattoo with my fingertips. “Untie me.”

“No.”

“I’m not going anywhere, not with you lying on top of me.”

“No,” he said again.

“Untie me and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He grabbed my face and squeezed either side of my mouth until my jaw opened.

Scared by the flash of anger in his eyes and his tight grip, I let out a whimper.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” he said. “Think about who you are and what that means.”

I twisted my head and dislodged his hold.

“Don’t let just anyone touch your body.” He shifted his weight again, and this time he made perfect connection with my clit.

I groaned and my eyes fluttered shut. “Please,” I said, desperate for more. I shouldn’t find his domination such a turn-on. I knew I shouldn’t, it was wrong—it was sexy as hell.

“Please what?” he growled.

“Please…touch me.”

His mouth suddenly rammed down on mine in a hard, urgent, open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues connected in a frantic dance. His hands were wild, as though he wanted to touch me everywhere at once but didn’t know where to start.

I arched into him. Knowing I was totally at his mercy and desperate to take what I could, whilst I could. I wrapped my legs around his and writhed beneath his big, powerful body as it overtook mine.

He kissed down my neck and pulled aside my bikini top, exposing my small, excited breasts. “I’d been wondering,” he said breathlessly, “on the beach, what color your nipples were. I couldn’t decide between chocolate brown and petal pink.” He leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. Created a long, hard suction as he cupped the surrounding flesh and nibbled the tight, delicate bud straining for his touch. “Mmm, delicious,” he said, licking his way across my chest. “The perfect red cherry drop, sweet and hard and great for sucking.” He latched on to my right nipple and treated it to the same heavenly suction.

I groaned in delight as my insides liquefied and my legs dropped back to the bed. He kissed down my stomach, tapped his tongue into my navel and curled his fingers into the waistband of my bikini. I wanted to run my hands through his floppy hair, encourage him on, but I couldn’t—I was anchored to the headboard.

He pushed up and knelt between my legs. Jaw set, breaths coming hard and fast. In one quick movement, he dragged my bottoms over my knees, looped them over one foot and then the other.

With glazed eyes, I looked over my bare, moist breasts as his head dropped to the juncture of my thighs. I wanted him to kiss me there so badly it was a need as essential as breathing. I didn’t have to wait long. He pressed a palm over my small landing strip of blonde pubes and pushed the flesh upwards. Then he went straight for a long, gliding lick, right through all my soft folds and ending with his tongue flattened over my clit.

“Oh, b-bloody hell,” I stuttered, my eyes fluttering shut. My legs were suddenly heavy and flopped open wantonly. He began to circle my needy nub, rotating the tip of his tongue in hard, confident movements.

A tightness in my pelvis bloomed and took shape, then pulled insistently at every fiber of my body. My heart beat loud in my ears. An orgasm was on its way and I could hardly wait for it to hit.

He pushed two long, thick fingers inside me.

“God, yes,” I groaned. “That’s it.” I thrashed my head and gripped him as tight as I could with my vaginal muscles. He began to pump his fingers in and out, fucking me with his hand as his devilish tongue sent me higher and higher. “That’s it…yes, yes.” Flashes of color exploded behind my lids. My body shook, I was about to be rocked by an amazing climax.

Suddenly he was gone.

I shot open my eyes.

He was backing into the corner. Toward the dead snake and the knife.

“What…what are you doing?” I demanded, puffing for breath. I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to continue the delicious pressure, but it was no good, it wasn’t the same as having him there. I couldn’t tip myself over the edge.

“This is so wrong,” he said, wiping my moisture from his face with his forearm.

“Felt damn good to me.”

“No…this isn’t the plan.”

“Hell to the plan, get back here and finish what you started,” I said angrily.

His face was flushed, his breaths were as hard as mine and his erection tented his shorts. He rubbed at his dragon and his brow creased into three neat lines. “I can’t.”

“From where I’m lying, I would say you most definitely can.” I tried to take the irritation out of my tone. “Come back here,” I said with a strained smile and opened my legs wide.

His eyes dropped to my moist, swollen sex. “But I’ve taken you against your will, tied you up and demanded a ransom. How can I have sex with you after all that, how can you want me to?”

“We were attracted to each other before,” I said. “If you hadn’t taken me, we would still be in this position.” I settled my eyes on his. “We’d still be having sex, it was always going to happen.” I tilted my mouth into a smile. “Perhaps the cuffs would have been optional though.”

He swallowed and I sensed he was swaying. “Come back here,” I said again. “Because out of all the things you’ve done, this is the worst. Taking me to a point where I was just about to come and then running away, hell, I can’t even finish myself off.” I tugged my wrists and squirmed my back.

His boots thudded on the dusty floorboards as he took several quick steps over to the bed.

“That’s it.” I licked my lips. “Now take off your shorts and stop torturing me.”

“Are you sure?” His blond brows drew together and his blue eyes flashed. “’Cause if I get caught for all this, then I don’t want rape on the charges, or if it is I at least need to know myself, in my heart, that it wasn’t rape, that you wanted it, that you want it now and I—”

“Jesus,” I groaned, spreading my legs wider and tilting my hips up to him. “Can’t you see how much I want it?”

That move was like showing a red rag to a bull. He shoved at his waistband. Let his glorious, engorged cock spring free and dropped down on top of me. “Okay,” he said into my mouth. “You asked for it…you’re gonna get it.”

His hips rammed forward, the first stroke missed and his cock butted the top of my leg. But then he pulled back, curled under his pelvis and surged forward again, this time with deadly accuracy.

I cried out, part pain, part pleasure as he invaded my hot wetness. He was big, bigger than I’d anticipated, and he rode right to the hilt on that first pound. Nudging up against my cervix, stretching me wide and filling me completely.

He stilled and looked into my face. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said. “So tight and hot and wet, and I promise I’m gonna make all this up to you.”

“Good,” I said breathlessly. “Now get the hell on with it.”

He pulled back, not all the way, so just the head of his cock was sitting inside me. Then he slanted his shoulder, reached his hand between our bodies and pulled at the flesh under my pubes. My clit, swollen and stiff from his previous attention, revealed itself and as it did so he pressed forward again. His cock glided back in and his pubis hit where I needed it most. He began to circle his hips, rotating against my clit at the same time as he was pulsing into me.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “That’s…that’s…” I couldn’t describe it. It felt wonderful. My stomach tightened and my legs trembled.

“Am I hitting the spot?” he asked, rising above me on his hands and looking down at my jiggling breasts.

“Just a bit,” I panted. He was wicked, I didn’t stand a chance. My orgasm was there again, hovering within reach. “Please, don’t stop, not this time,” I cried. I tugged at my handcuffs and curled my fingernails into my palms.

“I won’t,” he grunted and picked up the pace. He slammed in even harder and with even more power behind each beautiful move of his hips. It was the signal my body needed to explode. I bucked to match his speed as ecstasy reached a fantastic, pulsing crescendo. I rode through it, wave after wave of sumptuous spasms. I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard or so fast.

Through my juddering climax, I opened my eyes and saw his head tipped to the ceiling. The tendons on his neck strained as his lips curled back over his teeth. “Fuck, yes,” he said and then he pulled out. He reached down and grabbed his cock, worked it hard and fast in his fist, moaning and groaning above me as white strands of cum spurted onto my stomach, filling my navel and pooling in a perfect circle. “Ah, that’s too good,” he groaned, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his cock.

“It was amaz—” I paused and tipped my head to the window. “What’s that?”

In the distance, a faint siren murmured a long, low drone.

“Shit!” He leapt to his feet and pulled up his shorts. “Police, it’s the fucking police.”

I looked up at his twitching body. Beads of sweat had caught in the golden chest hair in the center of his broad chest. “What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I gotta get outta here.” He picked up my sarong, hastily wiped the cum from my stomach, then dragged my bikini bottoms back over my feet. “Lift,” he ordered when the material reached my hips.

“But what about your friend?” I asked as he pulled them into place.

“This isn’t over.” He tucked my quivering breasts back into my bikini top. “I’ll be back.” He dropped a hard, fast kiss onto my mouth. “When you least expect it, Penny, when you are all alone, in the shadows, I’ll come for you and I’ll take you…again.”