Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 4

David was angry. No, anger didn’t really describe the emotion that bubbled inside him, threatening to explode. He was pissed. Furious. Mistaken? Did she seriously call him ‘mistaken’? And the tone she used, all pleasant and sympathetic. ‘I’m sorry sir, but you must be mistaken, I have a reservation for this golf cart.’ Who the hell does that cunt think she is? The image of Laura’s lifeless face flashed before his eyes. MISTAKEN?!

“Dave?” Adam locked the cell door and approached him carefully, seeing that his boss wasn’t in a conversational mood. “Do you have it?”

“Of course I have it,” David snapped and tossed the bag with the camera at him. “It should be clean but check it, I don’t want random background noise to give out our position. Usual delivery route.”

“Sure,” Adam responded and walked away swiftly, happy to get out of David’s sight.

Calm down, Parker. Calm the f**k down. This thing is too important to let your anger screw it up. Everything was going roughly as planned. Adam would prepare the tape and send it through a long chain of messengers to be anonymously delivered to Peter Anderson’s hands. An actual tape might seem a bit old-fashioned, of course, he could simply record it using his smartphone. But smartphones are a bit too smart these days. It would take too long to strip the file of all the added data and there was always a big risk you would overlook something and send a ransom note featuring your current location.

The small surveillance room had a couple of screens displaying live security feeds. Aside from the cameras in the cells, there were several others covering the building entrance points and even the streets around. David walked over and scanned the screens, intentionally avoiding looking at the girl. His anger was on a manageable level right now, but the sight of her would probably spike it up again.

Mistaken. Surely he must have been mistaken about her dear old daddy murdering the love of David’s life. Along with all the other people. STOP looking at her, you i***t! He forced himself to look at the other cell camera feed, deeply regretting they didn’t grab only the younger one as originally planned. That one was easy to hate. A spoiled little brat. She just opened her mouth and David already had to fight the urge to take off his belt and spank her, which was clearly something her father was supposed to do a long time ago. “My daddy will find you and have you killed!” She was so torn away from reality she thought herself invincible. That nobody would dare to touch the daughter of the great Peter Anderson.

That was an attitude he expected and was prepared for. Not the incredibly polite, reasonable face her older sister decided to put on. She was just as rotten as her father, trying to twist and turn the words and weasel her way out of every situation. Even now, she was just sitting there, looking at the paper he forced her to read out, shaking her head, occasionally glancing right into the camera. Crap! Their eyes met, of course, she couldn’t see him, but still, it felt like she was looking straight into his soul. He couldn’t stand it any longer, he needed to do something, anything, to wipe that sympathetic look off her face. He shut the camera in her cell off before heading there. No need for his associates to watch this.

She looked at him when he entered the room and her face lost all the color. Did he really look that scary? Good. “Get up.” His voice was so hoarse he barely even recognized it.

“W-why?” she stuttered but didn’t move.

He crossed the distance between them in one big leap, grabbed her arm, and yanked her off the bed. She tripped and fell onto the floor. “I don’t remember asking you any questions!” His anger was finally getting the upper hand. “Shut your f*****g mouth and GET UP!”

The girl obeyed, trembling and sniffling, her eyes pinned to the ground. That was more like it. No more condescending remarks. But he still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more, to break her, to humiliate her.

She looked so ordinary, no extravagant designer clothes or expensive jewelry. For some reason, it angered him even more. “Take your shirt off.” Her hand grabbed the lower edge of her T-shirt, but then she hesitated. “Take it off or I will pull out a knife and cut it off,” he hissed the words right into her face.

She gasped for air but did as instructed, her long dark hair falling down on her shoulders in cascades as she pulled the shirt over her head. Laura never liked long hair. Too much work she always said. The memory of her short brown curls and a bright smile came unexpected, uninvited, painful. He shook his head, trying to chase that image away. The girl flinched as his long finger touched her neck, but other than that she didn't move. His finger ran down her chest between her perfect little breasts trapped in a white lace bra, circling around her belly button, stopping just above the hem of her trousers.

A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks and he smirked. "Smile," he ordered and she sniffled, showing her teeth in the worst parody on a smile ever. "Wow, you really suck at this," he laughed. "Let's see if you can suck on something else." He unbuttoned his jeans and sat down.

She didn't laugh and he could hardly blame her, it was a horrible pun. Her eyes widened, staring at him in silent horror. Did he go too far? Well, he certainly wasn't going to back off now. Christina shook her head, judging by the look on her face it was more in disbelief than in protest.

"No?" One of David's brows went up. "Well, as you wish. I guess I'll have to go visit someone else." It was the strongest caliber he had against her. Threatening her sister.

The shock and fear in her eyes deepened when she realized what he meant. "What?! No! You… you can't do that!"

He just stared at her in silence, trying to keep a stone-cold look. Of course he wouldn't do that, the kid was how old, thirteen, fourteen? He had some quirks when it came to s*x, but p********a definitely wasn't one of them. But she believed it, which gave him huge power over her.

The girl slowly went down on her knees in front of him, sobbing quietly. David was rock hard just from seeing her like that, half-naked and ready to do whatever he said. She raised her hand reluctantly, feeling his p***s through a soft fabric of his boxers. He tilted his head back and groaned quietly. It had been way too long since he had been with a woman. Not since Laura… Don't you dare to think about her right now!

She freed his d**k from the underwear, carefully touching it. David gasped in surprise when she grabbed him, her hands were ice cold. She spat in her palm and started rubbing him all over his considerable length, so slowly it felt almost as she was the one torturing him. Focus, Parker, or this will be over way faster than you wanted.

He looked down at her only to find out her eyes were shut tight. No, girl, that is not how this is gonna go. "Look at me." His voice was hoarse. Two big green eyes filled with tears rose up to meet his gaze. "I told you," he had to pause and take a deep breath because her hand didn't stop moving, "to suck it!"

Christina sniffled, but her lips parted and she leaned above his crotch. Oh, s**t! David had to gasp for air when her tongue tickled the tip of his d**k. And when she took him in, so far she almost started gagging, he groaned in ecstasy. She moved up and down in a measured rhythm, each move adding up to the tension to the point it was almost painful to hold it all in.

He was just about to c*m and she noticed that, trying to pull away from him. "No, you won't," he growled, grabbing her hair and dragging her closer. Giving her the choice to either gag or swallow. She squirmed in a vain attempt to escape his grip but he helped her tight, forcing her to take it all in, everything to the last drop. When he was finally done, he let go of her hair and she slid down to the floor, sobbing quietly.

His breath was heavy when he got up and tucked his d**k back into his pants. She winced as he moved past her, maybe expecting him to take it further? The truth was he had no idea how he felt about the whole thing. The physical relief was amazing, but seeing her on the floor like this, broken and humiliated… It's what you wanted, eh? To break and humiliate her? True. But why did he have a sudden urge to hug and comfort her? Get it together, Parker. It's Anderson's daughter. She deserves this and way more.

He rushed out of the room before he could do something stupid.