“Oh God oh God,” I moaned. “Yes, please—”
His mouth cut me off, his kiss deep. Then he was pulling me up until I straddled his hips. It pushed him deeper inside me and I couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped my hips as he pistoned into me. With every thrust, his cock slid over my clit, pushing me into a frenzy of desire.
“Tell me again,” he whispered. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I gasped. “Love you love you.”
He kissed the words from my lips.
“I love you, too. Come for me, sweetness.”
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of my chest. My body tightened, straining for release. His mouth fastened to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple, and it was enough to send me over the edge.
I cried out, my nails digging into his skin. He thrust harder and faster into me and a keening sound came from my throat. A rush of heat washed over my skin, and then he was coming inside me, his cock pulsing and his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Our bodies were covered in a layer of slick sweat, both of us gasping for air. His tongue stroked mine, playing and teasing, and I could taste the salt from his skin.
Parker lay back on the bed, keeping me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.
I was completely wiped out—mentally, emotionally, physically. It seemed Parker was, too, because he didn’t try to talk, merely reached over to turn down the covers, then moved us over and drew the blankets up over our naked bodies. I was asleep within moments.
*
I was awakened abruptly by Parker flipping me onto my back, his body covering mine.
“What—”
“Move and your head will have another hole in it.”
The voice came from above us and I could see a man standing in the room. He held a gun to the back of Parker’s head.
“Get the girl and let’s go.”
Two men in my bedroom, both armed.
I looked at Parker and I could see in his eyes that he was readying himself to fight. He looked at me and it seemed as though time stood still. His muscles coiled with tension.
A sudden blow caught him in the back of the head and I screamed, then he was being pulled off me. I followed him as they rolled him over on his back.
“Parker! Oh my God—”
“Let’s go.”
I was yanked from the bed and they threw my clothes at me.
“Get dressed or your boyfriend dies.”
The one who’d knocked out Parker stood over his unconscious body, gun pointed at his head.
I scrambled to put my clothes on and shoved my feet into tennis shoes. When I was done, the second guy motioned with his gun and I preceded him out of the bedroom.
Leo Shea stood waiting in my living room.
“The cop wasn’t with her?” he asked.
“Nah, some other guy.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “What do you want?”
“I want the sonofabitch who’s been spying on me, pretending to be someone he’s not,” Leo replied. He turned to one of the men.
“Tape her up.”
I struggled, but all too quickly my arms were bound with duct tape and another strip placed over my mouth.
“What should we do with the guy?”
Leo glanced at the bedroom door, then shrugged. “Kill him.”
I screamed at him, muffled behind the tape, and flung myself away from the guy holding my arm. Rearing back, I headbutted Leo right on the bridge of the nose.
He roared in pain as I was quickly subdued by one of the men.
“You fucking bitch!” His fist came flying and there was nowhere for me to escape.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
It was pitch black inside the trunk, and cramped. They’d duct-taped my arms behind my back and used more around my ankles, but it was the strip over my mouth that terrified me. It felt as though I’d suffocate. Breathing slowly through my nose, I forcibly calmed myself. Panicking would be bad. Panicking could kill me.
I couldn’t tell where we were going or how fast. My senses were all turned around. I didn’t know what they were going to do to me and I didn’t want to try and imagine it. Instead, I tried to think of what to do next.
Parker.
A sob built inside my chest but I swallowed it down, knowing that a nose clogged with tears might kill me.
The car doors slammed and I braced myself. The trunk popped open and sure enough, those same guys appeared above me.
“You get her legs,” the tall one said.
One took my shoulders, the other my legs, and they hauled me out of the trunk. I couldn’t tell where we were, but knew we were no longer downtown. There was water nearby; I could smell it and hear it. And it was dark, the only streetlamps few and far between.