Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance (15 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Janson

“I have something,” Kat said on the other line.

“On?” I asked.

“I think you know.” She was trying to be sneaky, but what she was talking about was obvious.

She meant on her father, but I told her never to use real names or anything like that on the phone. We didn’t know who was listening. Hell, we had to assume that any form of technology was being watched somehow by someone.

“Do you want to meet to discuss it?” I asked.

“Well, I want to meet, that’s for sure.”

Any moment I got with her was fleeting, and she knew as well as I did that each time we did, we might never get another.

“When can we meet?” she asked. I could hear the lust in her voice.

“Not right now, baby.” Not right now was an understatement. I was about to walk into the biggest deal of the century.

We were about to untangle a mess that was of our own making. Greyson’s making.

But I’d never actually say that to him. Especially knowing what I knew about my own relationship.

I had no room to talk.

But I didn’t want to be here. I wanted nothing more than to have my woman in my arms right now. To fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore and to impregnate her. It was a crazy scheme, but it was one I’d been working on for the past few weeks we’d been apart.

Every time we fucked, she forgot any willpower, she couldn’t say no to me. She took me in each time. Hell, she might even be pregnant right now.

The thought of her secretly pregnant made me groan and I knew I had to figure out my shit.

I had to get my head in the game.

I walked up to the table in the conference room of James Fitzgerald’s main office to watch this sit-down. To the outside observer, it was just two business tycoons working on a deal, but we all knew the truth.

These were two men who were hell-bent on promoting their family organization to the very top, no matter what the circumstances.

“Are we ready to discuss this?” Greyson asked. He was at the head of the table. “This war can’t go on. It’s one thing to fight amongst ourselves, but now there are children involved. My child.”

“I do not want to put my granddaughter in harm’s way,” James said. “I am willing to renegotiate if you are.”

“I am. It is a stupid fight. For what? Because we forced them together then forced them apart?” Dennis said. His brother was sitting right next to him. “I think if you can concede the disputed territory, it would be easy just to end this.”

They were talking about Brooklyn Park. Glen Burnie belonged in part to both of them, but Brooklyn was all Dennis’s territory. The space between that was what they were fighting over. What they’d always been fighting over.

“I will not give you the territory. But I am willing to allow you to have it in exchange for Cherryhill.”

“I think that is a fair assessment. You get those businesses, but we need to have access to the buildings we own there.”

“Fair, if we also get access to our buildings. And no more war.”

They’d sorted it all out in a quick arrangement. We’d been losing bodies over this shit, and they sat down, drank coffee, and came up with a plan in less than a fucking hour. It was insane.

I was pissed as hell, but there was no way I was going to say anything to any of them about it. It wasn’t my place. I was just an enforcer. Just one of the people who provided back up and made decisions only when given permission.

I was second in command under Greyson and fourth under his father, but I was still under someone.

I still had to listen to any order given to me. That was the rule, those were the terms. Even when I disagreed with them. It was annoying as fuck, especially when machismo ruled the business between us. So much more could get done if they could just set it aside. So many lives wouldn’t need to be lost. But then, I think, our fathers would get bored.

And we couldn’t have that.

Kathryn

“What did you say to me?” My father’s voice twisted up.

“I said I was going out. I have a big gig.” I blinked at him. It wasn’t anything controversial. It wasn’t anything insane. He knew what I was doing. When I was doing it. It was part of why I was back here.

What the fuck was his problem? That’s when I saw it, the giant glass of scotch in his hand. He’d been drinking.

Shit. When he was home and drinking, he was one of two things, happy as hell or pissed as fuck. It didn’t matter if he came home to celebrate, or whatever his reason for drinking was, he always turned into one of those two things.

Tonight it must’ve been pissed as fuck.

“And who the hell said you could leave my house?” he asked, his eyes constricting. When he got like this, he was more than just my father. He was fucking menacing.

And it sounded like he was looking for a fight.

“Dad, I have to go, I have this gig.” I tried to get past him, my violin case clutched in hand, but he came at me.

I was scared.

Until he grabbed my case out of my hand and opened it. That violin was one of the most important things in my life. My uncle gifted it to me for my sixteenth birthday. It was a Guarneri. One of the best instruments I could hope to have. My parents viewed my playing as nothing more than a hobby, but Uncle Patrick saw it as something more.

He was the only one who pushed me to do what I wanted.

“This stupid piece of shit? This is what you care about? Not your family. Not your parents.” It wasn’t really a question, he was declaring it. My father was drunk, but he wasn’t totally out of his mind. He knew exactly what he was doing. He always did.

So, when he pulled out my violin and smashed it against the hallway wall, he did it with such precision that it broke down immediately, collapsing in on itself.

It was the nicest thing I’d ever owned, and it was completely destroyed.

“Good luck playing your damn ‘gig’ now.” He grinned at me and threw it down. “Just remember, little girl. I do worse than that to people who fuck with me.” He took another sip of his scotch.

I didn’t care anymore. I was fucking out of there. I wasn’t going to spend another minute near him. I needed to get out. I needed to go somewhere. Anywhere.

I needed Janson.

Kathryn

"
I
can't stand him," I cried as I clung to Janson. He'd been holding me for what felt like hours.

"You don't have to go back, baby. If you are in danger, I don't want you to." He said it with serious conviction. "We'll figure something else out. Anything else."

"How can we? How is that even possible?" I asked. He had no choice, he had to follow orders. It was his life. His duty to the family. Anything he was telling me was just to make me feel better.

"We'll think of something, baby girl. We always do. I'll talk to Greyson about it."

"Does he know, about us?" I asked. I hadn't said a word to him.

"No, but that doesn't matter. What matters is you felt unsafe at home, and you feel safe with me. Plus, you have the information that you gave Michael. It's only a matter of time before he figures out what it means. Before they get closer to capturing him. You've done your part. You've done more than enough." The way he said it stripped all of the anxiety from my mind. Any fear, any bit of terror that was weighing me down, was gone.

"But my violin," I started.

"I'll buy you a new one. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about the gig."

God, it felt so damn good to be held by him. Like I knew that everything was going to be all right. That he would take care of all of it.

"We're done talking about that. Now, it's time for you to just do what I tell you and for you to not think about anything else."

"You want me to follow orders?" I asked. He loved being in control, but this was a bit different than I was used to.

“Strip down, Kat.”

"But-"

"I said strip down," Janson growled. He was so very serious.

I looked into his eyes. It was now or never. I had to do what he asked me to. Had to give him exactly what he wanted.  Janson was so powerful in my mind, so strong, that I just wanted to obey him. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to worry. I'd spent enough time doing that, and I would have enough time to do that.

So, I stared at him intently as I took each piece of clothing that I was wearing off right in front of him.

Giving him his own personal strip tease. Each piece of clothing fell off, revealing just a little more of me. First my shawl, then my dress fell to the floor. Then I was left in just my bra, panties, stocking and garters.

“Is this what you wanted, Janson?" I asked.

“Yes,” he said unapologetically as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me forward into him. I was on his lap in my undergarments. “It is exactly what I wanted. You don't need to think about anything else but pleasing me."

He reached around and grabbed my ass, giving it a light squeeze as he slid his hand inside my panties. Panties that were completely soaking wet.

“Do you know why I like to be in control, Kat?” Janson asked. He hissed it against my ear. Fuck, it was sexy voice.

“Why?”

“Because I wasn’t in control of my life for so long. Growing up, as a teen, I never had control. It was all about taking orders. Sometimes it still is. But I've made my own fortune. Before this, my life it was all about making sure that everyone else's needs were met. But now, I get to determine what to do with you. I get to manage it. I get to manage you.”

“Not everything is always in your control,” I prodded, gently.

“That's true, but you are. It is when I want it to be. Where I want it to be. I can handle the rest. But you, can you listen to me, Kat? Do exactly what I want when I want?” he asked, that flicker of cruelty in his eyes.

The one that scared me and made want him even more.

“It’s what I’ve been doing so far," I answered. From the first time he laid his hands on me to now, I've been nothing but compliant. In my own way.

“Not without a fight," he countered.

“That’s who I am.” Like I said, in my own way.

“And I like it, but I still want to control you. To own you," he growled. "To make you have my baby."

“That just isn’t going to happen, Janson.” I knew I was wrong, just as the words slipped out of my mouth. In so many ways, he already did own me. I was his to command. To control. I would give him whatever he wanted. Even a baby.

And deep down, a part of me liked it.

“Will you make me obey?” I asked, teasing.

But the look in his eyes was completely serious.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

No. No, it wasn’t. No.

“Yes.” I betrayed myself. Hell, even I knew I was lying as I chanted no in my head. I did want this. I’d wanted it for a very, very long time.

“Good. Then take off the rest of your clothing and dance for me.” He pushed me off gently and then turned on some music with a small remote that filled his room.

It was bizarre and sexy, all at the same time, while I danced around, taking off my stockings and garters one at a time, finally getting to my bra.

I unclasped it and pulled it off, throwing it to the ground and staring at him. He wasn’t doing anything lewd, just watching me, fully clothed in his tailored evening suit, looking me over. No emotion showed on his face. We somehow ended up this way so often, and yet, it felt like it was right.

Did he like it? Was I doing it right? I didn’t know, until he pulled me closer and said, “Good. Now take off your panties give me a lap dance. Nice and slow.”

I crawled on his lap and started gyrating, moving around it while he held me with his hands. He wasn’t shy about touching my body, moving his hands up and down me. He wasn’t shy about any of it.

Especially when he pulled me into him and gave me the most heart-stopping passionate kiss I ever had. A kiss that turned into a series of kisses and led to him picking me up and walking over to the bed.

“Fall back and lay down.” He said as he positioned me over it.

I was happy to oblige.

Before I could do anything else, he reached into his nightstand and grabbed what I assumed was a condom and something else. Something metal.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Whatever the hell I want, Kat.” He smiled at me, the asshole in him coming out. The one I wanted to have a hate fuck with.

The one that left me so frustrated.

“I’m going to tie you up and then do whatever I want with you. Well, cuff you.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them up to the metal of the bed frame. "Just like the last time. But this time, this time I'm not going to be gentle.

“I miss the way you taste.”

He spread my legs and crawled between them, dipping down until he was directly over my pussy, my legs shaking as I felt his hot breath against me.

He was going to have his way with me.

Janson was going to consume me.

I moaned and tried to reach one hand to his head, grasping at his hair, but I fell short. I was tied, and there was no way that I could get to him. So, I buried them in the sheets and pillows that I could reach and held on tight. It was an anchor to keep me from floating away.

I bucked into his tongue, my body rocking back and forth as I heightened my own sensations. I was going to cum, I could feel it building with each little lick he made, and I hoped, I prayed, that he would continue.

Instead, he grabbed my hips and slammed them down, hard, his fingers squeezing my flesh. “You move when I say you move.”

His command sent a shudder through my entire body. It was mean, it was harsh, but it was so damn sexy. What else did he have in store for me?

Another small bite on my thigh. It took all my control not to buck into him again. I was so wet, and my pussy was throbbing. I wanted him so badly. This dark, twisted man.

Instead, he crawled up my body and kissed me, his taste mingling with mine, making me want more of him, more of us.

“Lick it off my lips,” he commanded, talking about my pussy juices.

I did.

And it was glorious.

“Good girl,” he said as he reached down to the place in between my legs and stuck his two fingers inside of my pounding pussy. The immediate contact was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I held tight, demanding of myself that I enjoy every touch, every little bit he decided to give me.

“You are going to cum for me, over and over again, tonight. Do you understand? I’m in charge of your body tonight, and when I want you to cum, you cum.”

No one ever said no to him. He was, after all, second in command.

“Cum for me, Kat.”

My entire body melted as the wave of pleasure washed over me, my little pussy undulating around Janson’s thick fingers.

Damn, he was so good at this.

Had a lot of practice. That thought nagged at me, but I pushed it away, refusing to let anything dampen this experience. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always felt like I would be the innocent little girl and he would be the experienced older man. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but a part of me was jealous.

I was not in charge of him, and years of adulthood had been good to Janson. He looked every bit the man he was. It wasn’t my place to question it.

I loved this dark, broody, crazy, mercurial man and there was nothing I could to stop it.

But there was no way I was going to tell him. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Uncuff me.”

“Are you going to do exactly what I say?” he asked, that dangerous, commanding voice reminding me to stay in the moment. "I'm not afraid to smack your ass, and you know it."

“It depends,” I said, the naughty defiance in me coming out. "What are you going to do to me if I defy you."

“Punish you.” The way Janson said it sent tingles up my spine.

“Will I like it?”

“No.” Somehow, I believed him when he said that. He was, after all, a boss with so much authority, and it did ring out in his voice.

I gulped and nodded. “What do you want me to do, sir?”

He reached over and freed my wrists, so that I was no longer restrained up against the bed. Then he climbed up me, his arms wrapping around my body as he shifted the two of us again, now on his back with me straddling him.

He pulled me down for that salty-sweet kiss, the one that combined his taste with my own, and then gave me a strong smack on the ass. Shit, it stung, but it felt good, too.

Janson was right, they went together.

“What do you want?” I asked, a smirk on my face as I took his hard cock into my hand, feeling the girth of it as I slid my hand up and down his shaft.

“You know exactly what I want, and you are going to give it to me," he said, grinning as he pulled me down for another kiss. “Now.”

So, I slid down onto him, his big cock entering me inch by inch. It pushed at all of me, but it made me want more. I rocked on him, experimentally, before his hands moved to my hips and steadied me.

“Maybe I won’t. Maybe I will do the opposite.”

His eyes went dark. “That wouldn’t be a good idea, Kat, and you know it. Haven't you done enough courting danger?”

But he said he wanted me how I was. Independent and headstrong. He liked that about me. I wavered.

“Fuck me, baby girl.” It was then that my will lost all control, and my instincts took over. I wanted this man, wanted him for so long. Through all the anger and irritation, I wanted him.

And I would take him.

I grabbed his hips and rode him the way I wanted to, my pussy tight against his hard, throbbing cock. Damn, it hit me everywhere. In all the right places.

“Fuck,” I growled as I braced myself on his shoulders, working as quickly as I could. Each movement, each lunge onto his cock, made me want more. Harder. Faster.

Finally, I reached the precipice, ready to jump over that cliff and enter the world of pleasure.

My body shook, the edges of my consciousness aware of what came next. How amazing it was going to feel.

It was then that I felt him buck inside of me. He grabbed me and flipped me so that I was no longer riding him, but he was on me. Janson did what he did best, he took control, and he drove into me over and over again until we were both screaming with orgasm, his cock spasming inside my undulating pussy.

When it was over, he rolled next to me and pulled me into him, the softness of his bed enveloping us both. Every time we finished, I had the same feeling. Contentment. Happiness. I could stay like this, here, forever, in his arms.

But that wasn't the way our world worked.