Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

David paced the room nervously. She actually came. He didn’t even dare to hope, because it made no sense - why would she? Other than bringing a bunch of her father’s lackeys along? Which she didn’t, or at least for now it seemed that way. She had no tracker, nobody tried to get to the position where Shannon stashed her phone. And, according to the still working camera in Anderson’s office, he didn’t even know she was missing.

Luis went through the hallway and waved at his boss. “She’s all yours.”

Those words brought up all kinds of ideas. Luis got back into the car and left the building, a small house they just rented through a fake AirBnB account. David insisted on staying here alone. In case it was a trap, there was no need for his people to be killed or captured with him. This was his mess, as Shannon pointedly noted after yelling at him for giving Christina the flash drive.

He peeked into the room to see her tied up and on her knees, looking around curiously. Just the sight of that made his d**k hard. Seriously, since he met that girl, he was like a walking erection. She heard him come in, her breathing slowed and deepened. He walked over and stood right in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him. The things he wanted to do to her… But first he needed to make sure that an armed commando didn't come barging in, catching him with pants down. Literally.

“Why are you here?” They could play with words for hours, but this was the only question that mattered.

“You invited me.” Her voice was trembling.

David smirked. That was true. “I didn’t think you would come.”

“Well, I’m here. I want to know the truth.”

“Why didn’t you ask your father?” That was puzzling. It looked like she didn’t even show him the video because the camera was still working. Or maybe this was all just a trick? No, he didn’t believe so.

“I’m asking you.” Her brows came together and she watched him with determination.

“I’ve never lied to you.”

“You haven’t really talked to me, so that is kind of a useless statement.”

Damn wasn’t she a bit too smart today, making him want nothing more than to throw her on the bed and f**k her senseless. And actually, why not? She came here on her own, knowing who he was. And now he could do whatever the hell he wanted with her. “Well, Miss Anderson, the truth is a dangerous thing. And information is a very expensive commodity these days.”

Christina shivered. “Knowing your stance on the value of money, Mr. Parker, I was hoping we could come to a different agreement.”

Her large green eyes stared at him, full of fear, but also with a bit of… lust? Keep dreaming, Parker. It didn’t matter, he was barely controlling himself anymore. He grabbed her arms and lifted her up, his d**k screaming at him to hurry the hell up. This time he pulled down her panties along with her pants, leaving her naked from the waist down. He pushed her towards the bed, forcing her to kneel on it facing away from him. Her wrists were still tied behind her back so when she leaned forward, her face was touching the sheet and her beautiful (and still quite colorful) butt was sticking up in the air.

His pants became even tighter than before and he finally unzipped them and freed his c**k from their grip. She remained silent while he put a condom on, her lower lip stuck between her teeth. He climbed on the bed behind her and slapped her butt.

She screamed out. “You don’t h…”

His hand grabbed her hair and pressed her face against the sheet, turning her words into muffled sounds. “Shut your f*****g mouth,” he growled and slapped her buttcheek again. A cry that came out of her mouth was dampened by the soft fabric they were on. He let go of her hair, allowing her to turn her head to the side to catch a breath. She sniffled a bit but didn’t try to talk again. The third time his hand landed between the cheeks and stayed there. He forced her to spread her legs a bit more and his fingers started to explore the wide-open area, rubbing and pressing the sensitive spots, occasionally venturing inside her. Christina moaned in pleasure and moved against his hand. David slapped her hard again and while she cried out he grabbed her hips and pushed his d**k deep inside her in one strong move, groaning in pleasure and relief.

Finally. He wanted to do this ever since he saw her for the first time, he thought about it every waking second of the past week, he imagined it every time he m*********d. It felt even better than he hoped it would. She gasped for air when he entered her and was now breathing fast through her nose, biting on her lip, eyes shut tight. David pulled back slowly and then thrust forward again, making her cry out. Being damn sure he was not going to last long like this he leaned a bit forward and snuck one of his hands under her, directly to her c**t. Christina struggled when he touched it, his hips still moving back and forth in long hard thrusts.

“Oh, please, no!” she screamed and tried to pull away. He let go of her hip and grabbed her hair again, pushing her against the bed and immobilizing her. His fingers kept circling her c**t and he mercilessly pounded her from behind. Her body froze for a few seconds and the sudden pulsing inside her pushed him over the edge as well.

When he could think clearly again, he pulled out of her, throwing the used condom on the ground, and lowering himself to the bed beside her. She wiggled a bit, turning on her side and then back. It must have been really uncomfortable with those hands tied behind her back. David sighed, knowing that he should get up and untie her. But that meant they were going to talk about Peter Anderson and he just didn’t want to spoil such a great moment by thinking about that bastard.

Christina was so quiet he thought she fell asleep, but when he turned to look at her his eyes met her green gaze. He sighed and got up, tucking his d**k back into his pants.

Nobody came to rescue her and shoot him. Did she really come here alone, without her father knowing? He seriously doubted Peter Anderson would approve a plan involving letting David f**k his daughter.

He grabbed a knife from his bag and returned to bed. Christina watched him cautiously but rolled on her stomach to give him better access to her wrists. He cut through the rope and dropped the blade on the sheet, grabbing her wrists instead, gently massaging them with his fingers. The old bruises were covered by new ones and David felt a bit guilty for that. Only a little bit though, remembering the awesome s*x they just had really helped to lower the guilt to a manageable level.

She sat up, folding her legs under her body, watching him but staying oddly silent. Then he remembered he told her to shut up. Looks like she was good at following orders.

He didn't know what to say. Ask her how it was, I bet you'd like to hear some ego-boosting lies. "Are you okay?" He asked instead.

Her brows furrowed a bit and David wondered why. "Mhm," she nodded. "So, was that good enough as a payment?"

David felt a sudden spike of sadness from her words. Boo, you thought she came here for your pretty brown eyes? Of course she didn't. "Maybe as a first installment," he smirked and got up. It was obvious she came here to get information, that's why he brought the whole file with everything he had on Peter Anderson. He headed over to the bag to pull it out, not realizing the fact that he left the knife on the bed right next to her until the cold blade touched the skin on his neck.