Stolen Pregnant Bride (Olive Skin Devils Book 3) Page 9

  I took the chair across from her and ordered one of the lingering maids to bring me my own plate. “I’ll join you for breakfast this morning,” I smiled, propping my feet up on the table. I pulled a rolled newspaper out from under my arm and began reading it so that she could see the cover.

  I heard Jada start to choke on some of her food as she scrambled to lean over the table and study the headlines about her disappearance. I took it as an opportunity to drink in the sight of her breasts pressing against the table over the top of her blouse...a sight that I was becoming far too accustomed to.

  “They know I’m missing,” she gasped.

  “Of course they do, you moron. They watched me take you right in front of their eyes!”

  “No, I know...I mean...They’re looking for me.”

  I cut my eyes over to her. “You didn’t think they would?”

  She sighed and sat back in her chair. “Don’t be such an ass. I’m just shocked is all. It’s weird...To be away. To know they’re all worried about me. I just wish I could tell my mother and my sisters that I was okay, somehow.”

  I started to tell her that this wouldn’t go on forever, but I stopped myself. I knew the plan couldn’t change. We had come too far for that, but that didn’t mean I had to talk about the reality, which was that soon, I would be a much richer man. And Jada would return home to her beloved Paul for an utterly boring and awful life.

  Chapter 12

  Jada

  It was strange to sit across from Nicholas having breakfast like normal people. The shed had been fixed up so well it came close to resembling a normal home -almost. I was clean and fully clothed and finally had a decent meal. And then there we were, me sipping hot coffee while he read the paper across from me at the table.

  It was something I had fantasized about so often, especially after I realized I was pregnant with his baby. Even though I knew who and what he was, I thought back on movies I had seen about gangsters and criminals. They had wives who sometimes lived relatively normal lives. Why couldn’t I be one of them? As crazy as it sounded, that life seemed more appealing to me at times than anything Paul had to offer.

  Nicholas looked up and caught me staring. I quickly cut my eyes away and started fidgeting, desperately trying to pretend to be doing anything else other than watching him and daydreaming of some kind of life we could never really have together.

  He stood suddenly and walked around to the back of my chair. I sat straight up as my breath grew heavy in anticipation of what he might do. It was the effect he had on me any time he came near. My heart pounded, and my chest fluttered. All the blood in me rushed and warmed to an uncontrollable degree.

  I could feel his stomach so close that it pressed against the back of my head, but I didn’t move. I should have. I knew I needed to tell him to get away from me. My whole family was worried sick about me, and it was all his fault. So why was I dying to know what he had in store for me?

  “Stand up,” he commanded.

  Don’t do it, Jada. Tell him to fuck off. Don’t let him order you around like his little slave. But I did exactly what he told me to, just like I had orgasmed on the spot when he ordered me to cum. He had some kind of power over me and had ever since we met by the creek.

  The chair skidded along the floor, but he quickly shoved it to the side. There was nothing left standing between us. His hand wrapped around my torso and forced me back up against him. There was already a growing strain in his pants, and nothing in me seemed able to refuse him.

  He stepped forward, pushing me against the table. I tried to turn around and face him, but he whipped me back around and firmly planted me. His mouth crept down to the edge of my ear. I waited for what he might say, but all I felt was his hot breath and his hands running up and down my body.

  He dragged his palms across me, working their way up across the curves of my breasts. I knew I needed to be resisting, but all I could do was roll my head back across his chest and relish in the feel of his hands moving over me. He slid them underneath the cinch of my collar and over my bare flesh. I moaned as his fingers grazed against my hardened nipple, and he lowered his mouth to my neck to kiss and bite up the length of it.

  The table slid across the floor slightly as he pressed the bulge in his pants against me. Just as I thought I might reach around to touch him, he pinned my hands down on the tabletop. He never seemed to want me anymore unless I was at the mercy of whatever he wanted to do. Though I guess that’s how it had been the first time. Only then I was at the mercy of never having had sex before...and not knowing what to expect.

  He fumbled with the button and zipper of my pants, and then I heard his zipper being pulled as well. Not even bothering with foreplay, he yanked the jeans down from the curve of my hips...and I had to admit I was already wet and willing. He soon discovered that as he jerked down my panties and teased my wet folds with his hard, throbbing cock.

  I clenched my nails into the wood of the table as he started to slide inside of me. I took a deep breath to brace myself for his girth, and he was quick to respond by filling me completely. He started moving faster, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out moans and gasps from the pleasure. I needed to pretend like I didn’t love it, but I did.

  His hands ran up my body again, clasping around my neck. He squeezed harder and thrust deeper.

  “Tell me you want it,” he murmured into my ear.

  I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t allow myself to speak those words, but he gripped my neck even tighter and demanded it again. “Tell me you want it, Jada...Or I’ll stop.”

  “I want it,” I whimpered. “Please...fuck me.”

  He released his hold on my neck and pinned me down to the table, fucking me even harder from behind. I held on and let him pound into me as much as he wanted, feeling myself grow close to an orgasm. As my cries got louder, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back up to him. His fingers snaked around to my clit and began stroking me as he glided in and out from behind.

  I yelled out louder still as he thrust harder and moved his fingers faster. It all culminated in the perfect storm of pain and pleasure until I was exploding in his hands. I could feel him quivering and pulsing into me at the same time, spilling his seed as my tightened muscles milked him dry.

  As everything started to fade, I wondered what he thought about having let himself go inside of me for the third time. I knew it didn’t matter because I was already pregnant, but he didn’t know that. Did he even care?

  In his usual fashion, he pulled away afterward and began to adjust his clothes. I watched as he started walking towards the door.

  “So, you’re leaving again?” I asked. “Just like that?”

  His upper lip curled in a crooked smile. “What...Did you want us to take a walk? Maybe cuddle on your stack of mattresses on the floor?” He laughed coldly. “Don’t forget what this is.”

  The door slammed and locked, and once again - I was alone. I hated him for doing this to me every single time and for mocking me on top of that. Don’t forget what this is, I thought. I didn’t know what it was. Why was I there? I could only assume I was some sort of sex slave, and I hated myself even more for being an all too willing participant.

  I couldn’t deny my primal desires for him, but I knew it was illogical. He was a horrible man who had stolen me from my family and was holding me against my will. I knew I had to be suffering from some kind of Stockholm syndrome. If I could just get away from him, maybe I would start to think clearly again.

  I looked around at the new accommodations that had been provided to me. New bedding and furniture. A decent meal and the big cold pitcher of ice water that I had been craving. It wasn’t just that I needed those things, the baby growing inside of me needed them too. If Nicholas knew about the baby, would he treat me better or worse?

  I thought about the new provisions and wondered how long he intended for me to stay there. Whatever his plan was, he didn’t seem to be in any hurry for me to go. And befor
e too long, I wouldn’t have a choice in telling him about the baby. He would be able to see it for himself. I realized I couldn’t allow that to happen. I didn’t know how he would react, and I didn’t want to find out.

  I waited until that night and was grateful that Nicholas didn’t try to come see me again. When the usual drunken laughter and music started up, I heard a commotion break outside. Men were trying to sneak their way out to my shed, and Nicholas was beating them off. If I was meant to be some sort of sex slave, how long would it be before he stopped keeping me all to himself? I couldn’t let that happen either.

  I had noticed a crack in one of the windows and thought if I used the right weapon against it very carefully, I might be able to push through it without making so much noise that I would be caught, especially if everyone in the house was passed out after drinking and carrying on late into the night.

  I gathered a few pieces of furniture and waited for the noise to die down. After it had been quiet for a while, I waited to be certain that he wouldn’t come back in to bother me. Nothing happened. I knew it was now or never.

  I screwed off a leg to one of the chairs and tried to push against the crack in the window until it started to grow longer slowly. I pressed even harder and felt the whole surface of the glass start to give. Finally, the wooden leg broke through, but it was a slow enough break that I could hope the noise wouldn’t wake anyone up inside.

  I pulled over everything I could to climb my way up to the window and carefully navigated the sharp, jagged edges of the glass. It was easier than I thought it would be. Before I knew it, my feet were landing on the wet grass and dirt, and I was free.

  I looked around to make sure no one was around, but I still couldn’t hear a single noise of anyone stirring inside or out. There was only one thing left to do. Run.

  My feet started moving, carrying me off to the nearby treeline. At least in the woods, I would be out of sight even if someone did come out and realize I had escaped. I ran as fast as I could in the pitch-black darkness, doing my best to avoid tree limbs and roots. I dodged left and right, trying to maintain speed without hitting my head or tripping over anything.

  I thought for sure I had made a clean break. I may not have known where I was going or what I would do when I got there, but I would not be Nicholas’s prisoner anymore. The thought was both relieving and sad, but I didn’t want to question why I felt that way. It was absurd to accept being held prisoner. I wouldn’t allow myself to feel that way.

  But the deeper I ran into the woods, I started to hear sounds in the distance. Dogs barking, men yelling, the sounds of car engines. I had a feeling they knew I was gone. They were out looking for me now, and my survival depended entirely on how quickly I could get away, or how well I could hide deep in the dark woods.

  It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of footsteps running up from behind, and I could see the flicker of a lantern reflecting off of the trees all around me. I quickly darted behind a nearby ledge and held my breath, waiting for my stalker to run past. It was so dark that I probably wouldn’t have been found. But suddenly, I felt something tickling along the edge of my hand. I cringed and looked over to see a spider gently stepping its legs across my skin. Each step it took shot through my whole body with a blood-curdling chill, until it picked up speed and began running at full speed up my arm.

  I managed to bite my lip and hold in my scream, but I couldn’t let it run up my shirt. I fell over and began frantically brushing it away. After a few seconds, I couldn’t feel its legs scurrying across my anymore, but the sound of the footsteps I had stopped. They had heard me.

  The leaves rustled as the person moved closer. The bob of their lantern reflected all around me, turning the darkness into an orange glow. I held my breath and didn’t dare to move a muscle. Tears started to run down my cheeks.

  Whoosh! All at once, I felt something tight around my neck, and something sharp at the top of my head. Someone was lifting me up into their air by my head. I screamed bloody murder and kicked my legs to get away, but it was no use.

  When my feet found the earth beneath them again, I could see Nicholas’s features outlined by the glow of his lantern. I let out of sharp and jagged breath, almost feeling relieved that it was him who found me and not one of the others.

  “Nice try,” he snarled.

  With that, he tossed me over his shoulder and started marching back towards the edge of the woods. I only bothered fighting him for a few minutes before giving up. I had tried. I had made my best attempt at breaking free, and I had lost.

  Chapter 13

  Nicholas

  I brought Jada back to the shed and put her inside. I felt a rush of relief the moment the door was locked, and I knew she was safe again. It would probably seem absurd for her to think of being with me as being “safe,” but that was how I saw it. As my body pumped with the adrenaline of almost losing her, I knew for certain that she belonged with me, whatever that meant. Whether it was locked up in a shed or not. Everything outside of our little hideout was the enemy to her...to us.

  “I’ll never stop trying to run away!” she screamed as she scrambled to her feet. “You can bring me back here as many times as you want. I’ll never stop finding new ways to get away from you and find my way back home!”

  “I stole you from your wedding in front of everyone,” I huffed. “You don’t think I would manage to find you and take you again? Especially if you just want right back to your boring old life at home. You’d probably be glad I came back to snatch you up.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she seethed. “The point is it’s my choice to live my life however I want to...boring or not. You can’t force me to stay here.”

  “Fine, it’s your choice,” I sighed, walking to the corner, dragging a chair behind me. I positioned it up against the wall and climbed up to pull the hidden camera down from the ceiling.

  The guys were expecting me to make a video of Jada begging for her life. We needed it for our ransom money negotiations. When I had the maids fix up her place, I had them secretly install the camera while pretending to dust down the cobwebs. Jada had been none the wiser, but when it came down to making the video, I got swept up with other ideas. I was suddenly glad I had gotten so carried away because the video I had instead would prove to be useful.

  She watched with wide eyes as I played the video back for her on the camera’s small screen. I was behind her pushing her into the table, fucking her from behind while she told me how much she wanted it.

  “You’re sick!” she sobbed. “How could you do that without my permission!?”

  “It’s amazing that you still keep expecting me to be the good guy,” I said as I dragged the chair back over and took a seat, propping my feet up on the table. “Just imagine if Paul saw that. What would he think? He would think you orchestrated the whole thing just to get away from him. That you wanted to run away from him to be with me. At least then you wouldn’t have to try to explain to him why you aren’t a virgin anymore.”

  “They’d know you coerced me.”

  “Oh, please. I didn’t coerce you that hard. I certainly didn’t do much of anything to convince you that first time by the creek. One look at this, and the Garcias wouldn’t even try to find you. Even if lovesick Paul wasn’t convinced, his father would never allow him to come find you. He’d have him promised off to some other bride within the month, and they’d all be trying to forget they ever knew you as fast as possible.”

  “You’re just jealous,” she scowled. “Paul really loves me, and he’d stand up to his family to come and save me...even if it meant he was disowned.”

  “Even if he knew you didn’t save yourself for him? That you still had my cum dripping down your thigh as you accepted his proposal?”

  She let out a vicious scream and slammed a chair down to the floor. “I don’t need Paul! My family wouldn’t care about that video. They’d come for me anyway.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Your mother and sisters would
disown you just as fast as the Garcias! They were counting on you to marry Paul to secure their position. And what did you do? You hid out here in the woods with me and had sex.”

  “It’s not true. You don’t know them.”

  “Don’t believe me?” I kicked my legs down and played the video again, louder this time. “Watch the video again, Jada. Does that look like a woman being held against her will? Does that look like a woman who isn’t loving every second of what’s happening to her? I’m getting a little turned on just watching it again…”

  I saw tears streaming down her face as she stepped forward to watch it again. She clenched her fists and looked like she might rip the camera from my hands and smash it against the wall. I pulled it away and stashed it away safely in my pocket.

  “You’re so much worse than I ever imagined,” she cried. “When my sister told me who you were...I thought for sure you were a good person despite the bad things you’ve done. But I was wrong. You’re every bit as despicable as everyone else thinks you are. I regret ever letting you lay a finger on me. I...I regret...everything…”

  She trailed off into hysterical tears, dropping down to the floor to hide her face. She was much more upset than I expected her to be, though I didn’t know why I expected anything less. I hated doing this to her, but I didn’t want her to go. I’d move out here into the shed with her if that’s what it took to keep her near me.

  I knew it was impossible. Sooner or later, I would have to tell the guys something or else make our demands to the Garcias. Either option put me at risk of Jada leaving and me never hearing from her or seeing her again. I was drowning in this overwhelming need to be with her at all costs, even if I had no sensible plan or direction. I was just buying time...denying the inevitable.