Taken, Kissed, and Loved [FREE and COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

Christina was shivering, trying not to be afraid. He said he wouldn't hurt her, right? But when she heard that raw anger in his voice, what she just did didn’t seem like such a great idea. It was nice to hear him beg and scream her name, though. Not in revenge as he suspected, but it made her feel powerful, even if only for a few minutes. And now you will pay the price. No. She was like 95% sure he really wasn't going to hurt her, at least not seriously.

“Well, well, well.” He was towering above her, winded and sweaty, watching her with a dangerous smirk. “Look at you. The little damsel in distress has an evil twin?”

More like a demon inside her that apparently likes to come out and play. “Did I go too far?” she whispered, remembering the look of utmost desperation on his face.

His brows furrowed. “No. I think you were just on that line. If you continued…” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “And hey, stop distracting me! I’m trying to come up with the most horrible torture as payback.”

Christina chucked, quite certain he was joking. "Couldn't we just go back to sleep?" She suppressed a yawn.

He gave her an inquisitive look. "Do you want that because you are actually tired or because you are afraid of me?"

This didn't even require a second thought. "I'm not afraid of you, David." She wiggled her hand from his grip to touch his face and he didn't stop her. "We can do whatever you want. I could just really use a few more hours of sleep right now."

"Fine." He collapsed on the bed next to her. "What? It's 3AM and after… well, after THAT, I'm exhausted. And we will always have time for more terrible torture tomorrow."

Not too much time, she thought but didn't say it out loud. The moment was too nice to ruin it by thinking about tomorrow. She cuddled up to him instead, grabbing a sheet and putting her head on his shoulder. The hair must have been tickling his mouth but he didn't complain.

The morning came too fast. Christina woke up from a hot dream, panting and very horny, only to find out that it wasn’t all a dream. David’s hand was gently rubbing her p***y, sliding a finger inside from time to time. “Aah. Is this how they say good morning wherever you come from?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “This is how we say good morning in San Francisco. It’s very common there, you just walk up to a person, do this,” Christina inhaled sharply as his fingers pressed against her c**t, “and they know you just wished them good morning.”

“That… must be… a nice place,” she stammered brokenly.

“Mhm.” His hand continued to move and he bent over to her breasts, licking and sucking on the n*****s. She screamed out when his teeth grabbed and pulled it, the pain mixed up with pleasure. His thumb was now pushing against her c**t and his fingers sliding in and out of her in a merciless rhythm. His mouth moved to the other n****e, repeating the grab and pull, and the spike of pain pushed her over the edge, her walls fluttering around his fingers.

When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her with an expression she didn’t understand. Was it sadness? Disagreement? “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he confirmed her suspicion.

“I have to. I’ll be careful. Dammit!” She realized that the sun seems to be pretty high up in the sky already. “What time is it?”

He sighed. “It’s fine. Adam will drive you.”

He could have let you oversleep, she realized while brushing her teeth. Could have forced you to stay. He wanted to but respected your choice. That’s new. She took a shower and gathered her clothes from the floor. They seemed really unnecessary when she was around him.

David had already packed all of his things and was waiting for her in the hallway. “Take this.” It was a small card with a number written on it. A phone number. She gave him a surprised look. “Only for emergencies,” he explained. “Otherwise go through Peter like last time.”

She frowned in confusion but then realized what he meant. “Petrelli’s leather goods.”

David nodded and smirked. “I do have some leather goods in store for next time.”

Christina blushed, her face suddenly growing hot. “Can’t wait to see them,” she whispered into his ear, leaning in to kiss him. He hugged her tight and for a second she thought he wouldn't let her go. Maybe didn't even want him to. But the moment passed and he sighed, opened the door, and led her to a small garage. An ordinary dark sedan was parked there and David opened the front seat door for her. "What, no rope and blindfold this time?" she joked.

"I have some in the back if you insist," a male voice from inside the car said before David could answer.

"Easy Adam, this one is mine," David's voice sounded a bit threatening.

Christina peeked in the car to see a tall blonde man whose face she thought she recognized from the kidnapping. "Well that one was clear from the start," he rolled his eyes.

David ignored him and turned back to Christina. "Please, just be careful."

"You be careful." She wasn't the one in danger, why couldn’t he understand it? No matter what Peter Anderson did to other people, he was still her father and he would never harm her. David on the other hand… Yes, now she believed that her dad would be capable of killing him. Just the thought of them standing against each other was almost unbearable.

“I’m always careful.”

“I somehow doubt that.” She rolled her eyes, entered the car, and he closed the door behind her. As they were slowly moving through the driveway, she could see David’s sad smile and suddenly had to hold back the tears. You’ll see him again. One way or another.

Adam was an experienced driver and kept silent for most of the trip, although he did glance at her often, his brows furrowed. “What?” she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Nothing.” His eyes went back on the road.

“Just tell me.”

“I’m trying to see that magic around you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Well, the way you wrapped David around your finger does seem a bit supernatural.” His voice wasn’t entirely hostile, but not very far from it.

“You don’t trust me.” That was pretty obvious.

He laughed and shook his head. “Of course I don’t trust you. Don’t get me wrong, I was against kidnapping or even killing you from the start. But this is different and it puts us all in danger, especially him.”

Christina frowned. “I’d never do anything to…”

“Of course you would,” he interrupted her roughly. “Maybe unknowingly, but you will do something that f***s him up. And I can only hope we will be there to help him.”

Who the hell does he think he is? Most likely David’s trusted longtime friend. As opposed to you, who have known him for a week. And he already doesn’t like you, so don’t antagonize him further. “You’re wrong,” she answered, trying very hard not to sound like a stubborn teenager. There were a dozen more things she wanted to say to him but decided it would be better to keep them to herself. The car stopped a few streets from the wellness center and she got out. “Thanks for the lift,” she growled, ready to close the door.

“No problem. And Christina?”

“What?” she snapped at him.

“Be careful.” This time he didn’t sound angry or hostile, just concerned. Christina watched the car slide into traffic, joining dozens of similar ones already on the street. A strange guy, but he clearly cared about David. Maybe that’s something to build on, provided none of them died in the next few weeks. Is that some new version of staying positive? Because it sucks.

Christina snuck back into the wellness center and found the receptionist who had greeted her the day before. She looked relieved to see Christina return. “Those security people asked about you last night. I told them you were having a massage and do not wish to be disturbed until next morning.”

“Thank you, you’ve done great.” Christina gave her the rest of the promised money, a decent sum probably larger than her monthly pay.

The woman thanked her. “Uhh, ma’am?” she said upon seeing her leaving. “You might want to cover these.” The receptionist tapped a finger above her collarbone.

A look into a mirror mounted on the wall revealed what was the woman talking about. Dammit, Christina should have thought about it earlier. The love-bites were small and David had (probably intentionally) avoided her neck for which she was eternally grateful, but she would still have a hard time explaining them. A shirt without a cleavage should be enough to cover it. The woman probably thinks you used her to cheat on your husband and visit your lover. Well, she was not entirely wrong.

For now, Christina just put on a scarf and went to gather things in her room. Upon turning her phone on she discovered a missed call from her father and a couple of messages from Michelle. She sounded better, or at least well enough to be bored. Apparently, their dad had some big surprise waiting for them. Christina shivered. After finding out everything about Peter Anderson, she really didn’t want any surprises from him.

The car was waiting for her outside and one of the security members stepped out to open the door for her. This one was not a new recruit - Jamal Gibson had been working for her father for a few months now. Christina was always a bit scared of him, he was huge even for a bodyguard, his dark skin covered by tattoos, always frowning on everyone and everything. “Miss Anderson, we have been worried about you.”

“Is there some new information about the… kidnappers?” Christina tried to keep a stern expression.

“No.” Good. “But we have to…”

“Then there was no need to disturb me,” she interrupted him and entered the car, ignoring him and efficiently ending the debate. Sometimes it was useful to know how to act like a rich b***h.