BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (9 page)

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That’s what the report said
? “Blake, I was never at a birthday party. Roxie isn’t even my friend. More like my enemy. I was at the Hilton, yes, and there was a party, but I wasn’t invited. Hell, I didn’t even know it was hers. I think I might have walked through at some point, but…”

“What were you doing at the hotel, Kaitlyn?”

The lump that formed in my throat made it impossible to swallow. “I received an envelope. There were photos of me that I didn’t want getting out. The person said if I met them there and gave them twenty thousand dollars, they’d hand them over. I told them I didn’t have that kind of money. Sure, I get paid a lot, but between all my bills and the appearance I have to maintain, I’m fucking broke. Anyway, they told me to meet them and we’d find a way to work around it. No one ever showed. I went home and then decided to go to Dark Dave’s to blow off some steam. The rest is history.”

“You didn’t tell any of this to my former partner when he questioned you in the hospital. All you said was that you went to bed and woke up in the van with what you thought were two men. Why did you lie?”

“Wait one minute. Former partner? You’re a cop?”

“Former
,” he bit out. “I was a detective. Decided it wasn’t for me. Quit dodging the question. Why didn’t you mention any of this to him? Why lie?”

“Hello. I was at a sex club. I can’t let that get out.”

Blake ran his fingers through his hair. “Irrelevant. Who gives a shit? We could have gotten them to pull tapes. Collect evidence. Jack already told me there was no camera around your place. That’s bullshit in itself.” He shook his head. “Whatever. I’ll take care of this. Something’s not right with how it all went down and I have every intention of finding out what it is. What were the pictures of?”

I rolled my eyes. “Cocaine. I was stupid one night. Things were really low and I was at my breaking point. Mickey was hosting a party at the set and it was practically pushed under my nose. I tried it. First time,” I stressed. “I swear. I don’t do drugs. I don’t even drink. That night was just extra bad.”

“All right. So someone took pics of you snorting coke. How long was it after that you got the pictures?”

My mind thought back
as I went over the days. I’d been so full of regret that I’d mainly stayed secluded after that. “Two weeks. Maybe a little less.”

“And who gave you the cocaine
? Or should I say, practically pushed it under your nose?”

“No.” I shook my head.
“I’m not going to start name dropping on drugs, Mr. Officer. Almost everyone I know does something.”

Blake’s hand was around my throat and he was pinning me to the bed before I could think. “This isn’t a game, Kaitlyn. You were set up. If you won’t take your kidnapping seriously, I will. Now, who gave you the cocaine?”

“I don’t know,” I choked out.

The grip loosened, but he didn’t remove his hand. “
You don’t know?” Blake’s eyes raked over my face. “Tell me, kitten. I want to help you. To make these fuckers pay for what they did. Without the information, we’ll never get to the bottom of it.”

“
I’m telling you the truth. I’d never seen him before that night. The place was packed. He could have been anyone.”

Blake growled. “
If you’re hiding information from me, I’ll find out, Kaitlyn. Don’t think I won’t. We can either do this the easy way and you tell me everyone you communicated with that night, or I’ll uncover the truth for myself. It won’t be pretty.”

The knife was suddenly in his hand and my lungs locked up from his implications. Blake planned to kill to get the answers if I didn’t give him a name
? Why was that somehow shocking to me? My eyes went from the blade to his serious stare. “You’re a monster.”

His small laugh filled the room. “No, baby. Monsters come out at night to scare people. When these motherfuckers see my beast step from the shadows, there’ll be no time for them to fear. The entire room will be dripping red
. And so help me, I’ll enjoy every minute of it.” His hand left my throat and his finger trailed down between my breasts. “They
will
pay for what’s happened. I don’t care if they only took part in the blackmail. It’s unacceptable. No one is ever going to hurt you again, Kaitlyn. Except me.”

Blake put the knife away and twisted his hand in my hair, nipping at my mouth. The lust that exploded from his declaration had my arms locking around his neck, trying to pull him close
r. I would have been on his lap had he not braced his palm to my chest to keep me lying down.

“Tell me a name.” He sucked my lip into his mouth, but refused to let me kiss him. “Kaitlyn.”

I moaned, tightening my grip. My mind wasn’t working. All I could think about was feeling Blake’s cock pounding into me from behind. I wanted his hand buried in my hair, arching me, slapping my ass so hard I was crying.

“Give me what I want and I’ll
tell you what I know. If you do a satisfactory job, you should have no problem getting the information you seek.”

Blake reared back to look at me. “You’re bargaining your revenge while at the same time challenging me to fuck you up to your standards?”

I licked my lips. It sounded really screwed up once he put it like that. “Challenging you, yes. You’re different, Blake. Make me feel.” The top half of my body gravitated toward him. “You have that ability. I know you do. Don’t disappoint me. I need this. Need you to take everything away and just—”

“Fuck you?” Blake said, interrupting me. “Amazing. And not in a good way, kitten. You have no control. No discipline, whatsoever. The work that’s going to have to be put into you…”

My head turned to the side and he let go. “You’re regretting bringing me here?” Tears came to my eyes and the possibility of having to go home to face my new life was suffocating. I didn’t want to. Didn’t want to be anywhere near California. What if the men came back? What if one of my so-called friends was responsible for selling me?” A tear escaped and I spun around, climbing off the bed. Surprisingly, he didn’t try to stop me. Where I was going, I didn’t know. Anywhere to think. To get away from the one man I felt desperate to stay with.

“Kaitlyn. I don’t regret it. From the beginning
, I knew you’d take a while to adjust. You’re too strong to slip right into a submissive role. That aside, I’m not going to forget about what you said. You’re going to give me names. Especially the one encouraging the drug use.”

I stopped at the foot of the bed, trembling from the pain in my back. “
I told you I didn’t know his name. What about the rest? Do you plan to kill them?”

Something flashed over Blake’s face, a deep yearning that seemed to radiate from his within. “I want to. Whether or not I do depends on them. If they give me answers, maybe not.”

My head shook. “If you’re going to kill them for being there, I’m not going to tell you. Now, if they were a part of this and set me up so I could be kidnapped, I’ll kill them myself.” 

Chapter 7

Blake

For four days I watched Kaitlyn, taking in every little thing that she did and said. The deep spells she’d get taken over by left me worried. If I wasn’t talking to her consistently, she was easily entranced in her own dark thoughts. Where did she go when she disappeared into her head? Was she back in
Russia, bound to that disgusting bed? Or was she being tortured in the basement? I had tried asking, but she shook it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

Days of medication left her healing perfectly. The trip to the pharmacy had come a few hours after her arrival. To have her, I’d need her as healthy as possible. I’d made that my mission when she’d stood in the corner, pouting from her punishment. It took everything I had not to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. God damn, I wanted to. Every day that passed, my control got harder to maintain.

From the look of her healing back, she was ready. I could fuck her right now if I wanted. It’d have to be soon. If I had to wait one more night, my house would be destroyed from the impatience I felt. The pent up frustration that overpowered me was clouding my thoughts. Seeing her full breasts exposed and her now shaved pussy twenty-four/seven was too much. And that ass. Dammit. It was her best feature, by far. For even as skinny as she was, her backside hadn’t been affected in the least. And, I’d know. My browser history was full of every picture of Kaitlyn that was available. Even ones that sent my blood past the point of boiling. Like the collection of her with who she called
friends,
partying it up in the Florida Keys. Shoot
after-party
, my ass. It looked like Girls Gone Wild. If I had to see one more picture of men wrapped around her, posing, I was going to have to buy a new laptop.

“It’s time for you to eat.” I glanced up from my screen at Kaitlyn, lying down on the coach, diagonal from me,
checking her own mail on my extra laptop while she glanced up at the news. The fucking news of all things. She lived off of that shit. I didn’t understand it. The woman before me was nothing like the girl I saw in the pictures. Masks, she called them. If anyone understood what that meant, it was me. After all, we only showed people what we wanted them to see. As for Kaitlyn’s professional mask, that one I didn’t care for.

“Again? I just ate two hours ago.”

“An apple’s not a meal. We’re trying to get you healthy again. Why don’t you go grab a sandwich or salad?”

“
Okay. Hold…on, Sir.” Kaitlyn’s face moved in closer to the screen and I heard her gasp. Slowly, her head shook back and forth and I tried peering around her, curiously. “No,” she whispered.

“What?” I sat the laptop off to the side and stood. The email
she was reading had me lowering down beside her. I felt my eyes go big and my blood heat under the threat.

I’ll know when you’ve opened this email. You’ll have
twenty minutes to respond. One-hundred and fifty thousand or I leak the pictures.

A telephone
number was at the bottom of the message and I reached over and grabbed my cell off the coffee table. Kaitlyn pushed to her knees and reached for it. “Please, let me talk to him. He might do something rash if he knows I told anyone.”

T
he last thing I wanted was her dealing with this asshole, but I was curious as to how he would respond to her without knowing I was present. Reluctantly, I handed it over. Kaitlyn dialed and continued to move the mouse around the monitor as if it were some sort of nervous tick to try to keep herself occupied.

“This is Kaitlyn. I got your
message.” There was a slight pause and she pushed up. The confusion on her face had me dying to know what he was saying. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” Another pause. “I can’t come up with that sort of money. I’ve been gone, but I’m sure you’re aware of that. Listen, there has to be another way.” After a few seconds her jaw dropped and she pulled the phone back to look at it. My hand came up, motioning in a circle.

“Well, what did he say?”
I grabbed my cell, placing it back on the table.

“He won’t bend.
If I don’t give him the money, he sends them out to the media. He made it short, but sweet. I only have a few days.” The fear she had to have felt drained almost all the color from her face. “One moment, one stupid thing, and it has the power to destroy everything I worked so hard to represent. I didn’t want to be just another stereotype.”

I pulled her into my arms, trying to ignore the way my body responded. “Try
to not let it worry you. I’ll see what I can do. I told you I would protect you, and I will, no matter the circumstances. Now, go eat.”

The tension holding her body rigid melted at my words. Kaitlyn’s
nails embedded in my chest and I nearly moaned. My cock hardened in record time. The torture I was experiencing sent my already raised blood pressure through the roof. If I didn’t get away from her fast, I’d break. Damn, I was so close to just unleashing my beast on her. “Now,” I snapped. I stepped back and stalked the length of the room, more in a desperate attempt to flee than the embarrassment of looking like a fool with a hard-on. If I didn’t put a safe distance between us, there was no telling how far I’d go with her. “Jesus Christ.” The bedroom door slammed at my push. Yes. The barrier was good.

My reflection from the dresser caught my attention. Blond hair was standing at odd angles from the million times I had ran my fingers through it. The dark blue button up shirt was nearly halfway undone due to the choking sensation it kept giving me.
Thanks to Kaitlyn’s half naked pictures and naked form right in front of me, no doubt. Who was I kidding? If I wanted to release the darkness I held, no fucking door was going to stand in my way. Nothing would. Determination would leave me going until I overcame every obstacle and had my teeth and claws sunk deep into her skin. Right where I wanted them. 
Hiding behind a fucking God damn door.
I had to be kidding myself.

“Sir?”  The light tapping against wood caused my eyes to close. Had I thought I could escape? She never left me alone for long
. Not that I minded. I reveled in how she couldn’t stand to be parted from me. That’s what was making my need for her worse.

“Come in.” My tone was harsher than I intended. I felt run down inside. Tired of fighting what I so desperately wanted.
Her
. Now I had to deal with her blackmailer.

The door eased open and she only glanced at my face for a moment before lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry.
I know I’m bringing you all sort of problems—

“No.” I shook my head. The
way she blamed herself for something she couldn’t control clutched at my heart. Kaitlyn was getting worse. Apologies were plentiful whenever we separated. I was starting to notice that and I wasn’t sure what to think. “Come here, kitten. Let me hold you.”

The immediate obedience was getting better. She wasn’t fighting me on every little thing like the first two days, but she was still stubborn as hell when she felt like it. Never where affection was concerned, though.

“There.” I wrapped my arms around her, smoothing back her hair. “You didn’t do anything to upset me.” The softness of her breasts pushed into my chest and I couldn’t stop my fist from lacing through her long, dark waves. “Fuck, I want you.” The declaration came out in a rush from my exhale. My hand gripped tighter and I pulled her head back so she could look at me. “You should be scared. Very,
very
scared.”

Slowly, she shook her head, barely a movement with the death grip I held. Shit, those eyes were the only thing keeping me grounded
. Yet, they were responsible for causing the internal chaos that was wreaking havoc on my control.

“Sir
,” she whispered. “Please. Show me…everything.”

My hand pulled her head forward, bringing her body into mine. The other wrapped around her lower back and I wanted to infuse her soul with mine. Show her why she shouldn’t want this. All I could do was hug to her tightly, an internal apology for what I knew was coming. Fuck, I might seriously injure her. Or
, at the least, hurt her enough to set her back.

“Forgive me, kitten.” The crashing in my brain was nothing more than a train wreck I was watching from the distance. “God, forgive me. I can’t
not
do this.”

My hand ripped her head back while the other squeezed around her throat. The fear that flashed in her big eyes sent the killer in me to new heights, feeding the lust induced adrenaline until the all too familiar calming settled over like an evil blanket. There I was. Me. The real Blake so many people feared.

“You’re beyond help, now, Kaitlyn. No one can save you. Only me. And I don’t want to.” I bit her lower lip until I tasted blood. Fucking heaven. Sucking the thick flesh into my mouth while I ran my tongue over the cut had my cock aching. A cry fell into my mouth, but she didn’t fight. Not yet. “So sweet. I bet you taste just as good everywhere.”

“Sir.” The way she moved her hips closer told me she wanted this. Such a stupid, beautiful girl. I hadn’t even begun, she had no clue. Most wouldn’t be able to handle my dark side. Kaitlyn, being a former slave...I didn’t give
it unleashing half of what I held before she broke down and begged to leave. For some reason, that made me want her more. To test what she was made of. Hope kept me going. Hope that maybe by some weird twist of fate, I was wrong.

My hand let go and I pushed her hard toward the door. “Start walking.” I didn’t give directions or insight into what I wanted. Let her figure out where to go by herself. For her sake
, I prayed she’d have a hard time. That would give me the excuse I wanted. That I craved.

A slight hesitation and she turned and began walking toward the living area. Her small arms hugged her stomach. Afraid. Yes
, she was scared. Good.

“Sir?” Kaitlyn stopped in the room and turned to me.

“Keep going,” I bit out.

The blue of her eyes deepened while she scanned the room. A step toward the kitchen had my fingers digging into her arm. Slowly, I shook my head. The deep rise and fall of her chest lifted her breasts. Damn, I couldn’t wait to feast on them. To devour everything Kaitlyn Summers held inside and out.

The hallway came into her view and she glanced back at me. She swallowed hard and started walking. When she came to the first door and peeked inside, she quickly shut it and moved to the other side of the hall, only to open and close it, too. My fingers twitched as she got further down. At the last two doors, she looked back and forth. The side of my mouth lifted as her hand settled on the one that rested at the backside of the house.

With a quick twist, she threw the door open and gasped. I didn’t give her time to take in my toys. I shoved her inside and closed us in.

“I…” Kaitlyn spun around, staring at the wooden barrier as if it held her salvation.

“What? Changed your mind? Decided you’re in way over your head? Too late. Might as well keep walking to the center of the room. Your chance to escape has come and gone. You’re mine now, Kaitlyn, until I say otherwise. And I mean that. Do you forget what I do for a living? I’m a tracker. If you think you’ll ever
be able to hide, know I’ll be there. A ghost, watching from the shadows until
I
decide I want you.” I walked forward as she stepped back, keeping pace. “That’ a girl. Keep going,” I said, under my breath.

The moment she was under the suspended restraints
, I held up my hand. Her eyes lifted and the ragged breaths had my gaze narrowing. “You know these? Doesn’t look like you’re a fan.”

“My…face
…, and back.”

“He had you in these when he did that?”

Kaitlyn nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off of the cuffs. I knew I could do one of two things. Either one could destroy her if it had the wrong effect. Although part of me should have thrived on that, it didn’t. I’d only just gotten her. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin that opportunity. A tingling blossomed in my stomach causing me to growl. What the fuck was that? Emotion mixed with my evil? Hell no, that wasn’t right.

“Lift your hands.”

A small cry fell from her lips and I didn’t wait. I jerked her hands over her head and fastened the straps.

“I’m not going damage you like that bastard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to hurt you, but in a way that I’m hoping you’ll enjoy. Beg for, even.” My hand pushed between her legs, right into the wetness that was coating the inside of her thighs. “Oh…
yes,” I moaned. “Even scared out of your mind, you want this. Let’s see for how long.”

I stepped back, adjusting the length of the chain until she could barely stand flatfooted. The sway of her body while she pulled against the restraints was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. My sight became transfixed. Saw nothing of the other props I held. Not even the bed in the far corner where I knew I’d finally get to take her. My attention was solely for Kaitlyn, who was staring at me, holding more questions behind those wide orbs than either of us had the answers for. Some were laced in fear, others, an insatiable wonder.

Blindly, I felt along the wall where all of my sex tools hung. The first thing I came into contact with was my leather gloves. Then, the riding crop. My eyes never left her as I slid the material over my hands and began to circle around, soaking in every angle and curve of her body. The arch in her back sucked in my touch as I made a path from the middle to the base of her spine. Such a lovely shape she had. Once I got her totally healthy, she’d look even more delectable. Skinny was never my thing. For her, I made an exception. But she wouldn’t be like that for long, if I had my way. And, I would.