Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 12

David tried to stay very still. Seriously, Parker, have you completely lost your mind? Sergeant Matthews would kill you for getting caught off guard like this. His muscles were ready to perform the moves he had trained so many times, getting out of a situation like this was part of basic training, but he chose to wait. Christina didn't strike him as a cold-blooded killer, she was trembling and didn't look like she really knew what she was doing. Plus, he was fairly certain he could overpower her even if she did decide to slit his throat.

Her other hand was clutching his hair, pulling his head back. “Don’t move,” she commanded him in a shaky voice.

“Alright.” He shrugged slightly, trying to sound calm and relaxed. “So… what now?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought it through,” she chuckled nervously but didn’t loosen her grip.

That’s what he thought. “Do you want to give me the knife back?”

The blade pressed harder. “No, not really. You’ve done some pretty shitty things to me.”

“I have.” There was no denying that.

“Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“I apologize.”

“You don’t mean it, do you?”

He tried really hard not to smirk but a corner of his mouth curled up. “No, I don’t.”

The mirror mounted on the wall showed him her frowny face, teeth biting on her lower lip again. “You kidnapped me and raped me.”

“Before, maybe. But the last I remember you came here on your own and you raised no objections against the s*x, so it’s debatable whether we can even call it a rape anymore.”

Her frown deepened. “Shut up,” she growled and he did, trying not to smile. “You have some sort of special ops training, right?” A very unexpected change of direction of the conversation.

“I do.” It was not really a secret, David remembered that asshole Grigorievich mentioning it in the video.

“So you are trained for situations like this? What does your training tell you to do?”

David’s brow went up. Why was she asking that? But since he decided to play along, he gave her the answer. “I guess in this situation it’s best to keep the assailant talking, try to calm them down.”

“The assailant? I am the assailant here?”

“Well you are the one with the knife,” David chuckled. “The terminology is pretty clear in that part.”

“Incredible, I get kidnapped and beaten up and I am the assailant,” she murmured but he could see a slight smile playing on her lips. “What if ‘the assailant’ doesn’t calm down? Do you just grab the knife and tackle them?”

“Yes.” Where was she heading with that?

“Why didn’t you do that to me?”

What? Did she want him to? Damn, he forgot how confusing and frustrating women could be. “Well, there is always a risk of someone getting hurt. But mostly I was curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.” They watched each other in the mirror for a while and David felt his d**k starting to wake up again. Seriously? Now? How was this erotic in any way? But it was. Christina was still half-naked, holding him close to her body, breathing right into his ear. “Turn around,” she commanded him and let go of his hair. He slowly turned to face her, the tip of the knife still touching his neck.

It would be even easier to disarm her now, but she clearly needed to be in control and it was surprisingly fun to play along. Normally, he would be the one controlling the situation, the one with the knife. The one giving orders during s*x. Except with Laura. She hated rough s*x and he loved her enough to always be gentle around her. Now that she was gone, there was no need to hold back. Truth be told, he missed a good f*****g, a bit of bondage, and some spanking. The sight of a girl on her knees in front of him, the sound of them gagging on his d**k while he held their hair. But it has always been consensual, all the girls knew what they were getting into. Christina was the first one he took against her will. And for some ironic reason, it was Christina who seemed to be enjoying it more than any other girl he had been with.

She grabbed his shirt and stepped back, forcing him to follow her back to the bed. He was ready to catch her in case she stumbled, not really wanting to get stabbed by accident. Her look was more serious now and David was wondering what was she thinking about. “On your knees,” she whispered, her former determination seemed to have evaporated. David wasn’t sure how he felt about doing that. The blade pressed harder against the skin and one small drop of blood rolled down his neck. “Sorry,” she frowned and pulled the knife away slightly.

David raised an eyebrow but obeyed her and got down on the ground, sitting on his heels. The lower half of her body was still naked, so his view was just as great down there as it was when he was standing. She sat down on the bed right in front of him and he grinned as the view got even better. David remembered how he forced her to kneel in front of him on that first night in her cell, and what happened after. Now their roles were reversed, he wondered whether she realized it. Turned out she did.

“Lick it,” she waved the knife in front of his face, pointing it between her legs.

“With pleasure,” he smirked and leaned forward. His fingers spread the outer lips, giving his tongue better access to her c**t. She moaned when he kissed it, slowly and gently circling around, while he inserted a finger inside her. It had been a while since he had done something like that, but judging by the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth and her fingers clutching the sheet, she probably liked it. Fortunately, she dropped the knife, it would not really be safe in her hands anymore. She screamed out and grabbed his hair, pressing his face closer to her p***y. His tongue pressed harder against her c**t, more fingers sneaking in to rub it from the inside. Christina arched her back and froze, David followed her and kept licking and fingering her until he felt the warm pulsing around his fingers.

It took her several moments to relax and lay back down, her breathing fast and heavy, eyes shut tight. He pulled the fingers out and kissed her down there one more time before sliding back on the ground between her legs, leaning against the bed. If it were up to him he would continue, shoving the d**k inside her and f*****g her again, maybe finally taking off the rest of her clothes and playing with her perfect t**s. But he didn’t want to move too fast and decided to leave the next step on her. After all, she didn’t come here to be his s*x toy.