Navy SEAL Romance: MC ROMANCE: Axel (Bad Boy Alpha Male Military Romance) (Military Suspense Protector Romance) (7 page)

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When Samantha awoke she felt a terrible pain radiating through her skull. There was the taste of copper in her mouth and she winced at the sourness that was running over her teeth. Her nose, though miraculously not broken, was bleeding as a result of the door hitting it and she grimaced in pain as she got her bearings.

“Pssst…..”

The voice was coming from her left. She turned to see Julie tied up beside her with sheer terror in her eyes.

“Jules!”

“Shhhhh…” He’s still here.

“What’s going on?” Samantha began to cry as she suddenly felt the despair of the situation.

She wriggled her wrists behind her but there was no use in trying to free herself, the rope was wound so tightly around her it burned her skin with the slightest of friction.

“You were knocked out,” Julies explained. “Then he tied us both up. He’s been ransacking the place ever since. God knows where the cops are.”

Sounds were coming from the bedroom signaling he was pulling all her belongings apart.

“He must be looking for money,” Samantha bit her lip. “But he won’t find anything.”

Suddenly the noises stopped and footsteps were heard approaching. The girls felt their blood pressure rise the closer they got and before they knew it, he was standing in front of them. The machete was still clutched in his gloved hand, the blade dangling by his side as a sinister warning.

Samantha tried to look into his face but flinched at the sight of the ski mask. Who knew what monster was hiding behind it. He noticed her expression and approached her slowly, step by step creaking until his face was up close to hers. His hot and sour breath was pushing out the mask and making its way to Samantha’s face.

She turned her head to escape his stare but he grabbed her by the chin and pulled her back, his bony fingers hurting her delicate face.

“Just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you live,” he snarled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she sobbed. “I haven’t seen Anthony in months. I don’t know anything about any money.”

The intruder lost his patience and slapped her hard across the face.

“Bitch don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not lying,” she cried harder as a red welt began to protrude from her fair skin. “I don’t know anything but you can take what you want. Take it all I don’t care just don’t hurt us!”

“Oh…. It’s like that is it? So you’re in the mood for bargaining?”

The two girls looked at each other confused.

“I mean…. What would you two girls like to do for me? What would it take?”

Again the girls exchanged panicked glances as they tried to decipher his question.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” he leaned back into Samantha’s face. “I thought we were getting on?”

“You’re a real sick fuck!” Julie spat. “You get away from her!”

Her anger was uncontrollable and she wriggled furiously in her seat to try and escape.

“Ooh! We have an angry little madam over here,” the intruder laughed.

He swapped targets and moved towards Julie with fire in his eyes. Reaching out a tentative finger he stroked the side of her face, his leather glove squeaking as he moved.

“No! Leave her alone,” Samantha pleaded to no avail.

The intruder acted as though he never heard her and proceeded to get closer to Julie with his whole body pressed up against her side.

“You’re real pretty you know that? I mean not as pretty as your friend over there but still…. I wouldn’t say no.”

Julie recoiled at his words and tried to move her head away from him but he was always inching closer, trying his best to intimidate her. He began to trace his finger from her face and down her neck as she struggled. When his finger reached her chest, the bulky, gloved finger reaching inside her top, she was shaking so much the wooden chair was clattering against the floorboards.

Samantha had never felt so lost or helpless. Why aren’t the cops here already, what the hell is going on? She closed her eyes and began to pray for someone to come save them, but her attention was averted when she heard heavy footsteps approach her once again. She opened her eyes to find the intruder standing in front of her with a changed demeanor. He was no longer playful but was now ready for business. His voice was insidious as he spoke with the machete never leaving his side.

“So I guess you’re Tony’s sister,” his gravelly voice was now low and sinister. “You have the same eyes. You both look like frightened rabbits before you get killed,” and he let out a maniacal laugh that boomed around the room.

He noticed Samantha eyeing the blade and knew the terrifying effect it was having on her. Holding it out, he delicately pressed the tip between her breasts and pulled up a few inches. It ripped her top apart to reveal her pale skin and the edge of her pink nipples.

“Very nice,” he sneered. “But as lovely as you are, those pert tits of yours aren’t gonna pay off your brother’s debt.”

“I keep telling you. I haven’t seen Anthony in months. I don’t know anything.”

“I don’t care!” he bellowed. “He owed me $5,000 and you gotta pay it.”

“But I don’t have it. Not right here, anyways.”

“So you do have it? You got savings?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she was nervous and babbling, not sure what to say next.

“Look lady. You got five seconds to tell me where the money is or your friend here, Jules you call her? She’s dead. I’ll cut her throat. Tony must have hidden it somewhere, that junkie was a real sly bastard.”

In his drug fueled state he was deluded and angry. Holding the machete to Julie’s throat he pushed the point into the skin just enough to show an indentation. The girl closed her eyes so she didn’t have to witness her last few seconds of life.

“5, 4, -” the intruder said, his gaze moving from the blade to her neck.

“I keep telling you! I don’t know anything about Anthony’s money but please, take anything you want, just leave her alone!”

“3,” he seemed disinterested in her pleading and kept his eyes on Julie’s throat with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“Please! You can hurt me instead, just leave her alone!”

“2,” he was enjoying himself, getting off on the terror he was inflicting.

“Please! For God’s sake don’t!” Samantha was desperate as she fought against the ropes around her limbs.

“1”

“Noooooo!”

His laugh echoed around the room, but as he gripped the handle of the machete and got ready to move, bodies busted in through the front door as Cooper burst in first. Backup surrounded him as he pounced on the intruder. Ripping off his mask he saw the face of the masked man. He was little more than a boy with a baby face and beady, brown eyes.

Cooper punched him square in the nose with blood splashing up onto his face. The boy yelped in pain but was quickly silenced by more punches. The detective finished him off with a kick to the gut before letting his partner cuff him and take him away.

“Don’t worry girls, we got you.”

He proceeded to untie them. As he unwound the rope from Samantha’s wrist he ran his finger over the grazes on her skin. He felt her flinch in pain and wanted to kiss her wounds better, but he kept a stern face and a professional attitude.

“Paramedics are on the way,” he helped her out of the seat. “Now let’s get you some water.”

*****

Samantha still jumped every time someone knocked at the door or the phone rang. It would take a long while to recover from the ordeal but she was determined to get over it. She sure as hell wasn't going to let some psychotic drug dealer with an attitude scar her for life.

As always, on a Sunday, she set about tidying the house and treating herself to a much needed DIY spa day. As she ran the bath she texted Julie to make sure she was ok as she too was having difficulty trying to forget. Then she slipped off her clothes and ran her fingers along the bathroom cabinet as she decided what bath milk to use. Settling on rose and blood orange she inhaled the aromas as she poured the milk into the bath. She needed this.

Dipping a tentative toe into the water she tested the temperature and decided it was just right, almost scalding and extremely steamy. However, with only one leg submerged up to the ankle she was interrupted by a knock on the door. She flinched at the sound before hurrying to pull on her dressing gown.

Walking to the door she knew it was going to be someone she knew, but still, there was that lingering feeling that she was in danger. She pulled her dressing gown around her tighter and opened the door.

"Detective Cooper?" she couldn't hide her smile. "It's so great to see you."

"I just wanted to drop in and see how you were getting on after.... you know after the other night."

He found himself nervous and unsure of what to say. He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other and fiddled with his hair as he remained in the doorway. Meanwhile, Samantha was feeling butterflies in her stomach as she remembered him saving her and Julie. She thought of the way he pummeled the intruder as though he was nothing and she felt her heart begin to race.

"Oh! Please, come in won't you?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Once in the kitchen she flicked on the coffee machine and sat across the table from him. She was aware that he was looking her up and down. The opening to her dressing gown was starting to come loose with a slight hint of cleavage exposed. She watched as his eyes fixated on the spot beneath her clavicle and she took her chance.

"I just wanted to say thank you, for everything. For saving my life, for catching Anthony's killer. You don't know how amazing you are," she smiled again and Cooper found himself leaning over the table towards her.

Reaching out a hand, he held her dainty fingers between his and looked into her hazel eyes.

"I'd be lying if I said there wasn't another reason I came over."

"Oh yeah?" Samantha raised an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to see you," he looked her up and down again.

Samantha felt herself melt beneath his gaze and she leaned in towards him, eager to get closer.

Cooper took his chance and kissed her quick with his lips becoming moist against hers. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed herself into him more with her tongue desperate to explore him. She groaned as she felt his arms caress her and then they were pushing and pulling at one another, their clothes coming off their bodies in a clumsy mess as they staggered into the bedroom.

She let him throw her onto the bed and giggled as she fell. Her dressing gown came loose and fell to the sides to reveal her perfect and petite body with her large breasts, perky and full. The detective couldn't hide his erection and as he unzipped his pants, his penis sprung from his underwear, long and hard.

Samantha gasped at its size as she held it gently between her deft but soft fingers. He began to moan softly as he felt her stroke him.

"I just want to thank you, thank you SO much," she looked up to him smiling with her wide eyes exploring his body.

She ran her other hand over his hard abs and felt every individual ridge of his muscles. Feeling herself grow wet she pulled Cooper onto her, sticking out her breasts so that he would touch them. He gasped as he pinched one of her nipples.

"Is that too hard?" he asked.

"Not at all. You can do it harder if you like," she whispered.

Pinching with more force he watched as her pink nipple turned a dark red. She flung her head back at the pain, loving the feeling of how it stung.

"You like that?" he was surprised.

"Oh yeah," she opened her legs for him to show how wet she was.

"I never would have imagined you were one of those girls who liked it rough."

She said nothing but lowered her hand between her legs and pushed in a finger to moisten it before sliding it back out. Holding the taste of her wetness to his lips, he reached out his tongue and licked hungrily.

"Hmmmm.... I need so much more of you," he breathed unable to control himself.

When he lay on top of her he could smell her sex and sense the heat coming from her. They kissed sweetly as they pushed themselves against each other with their sweat mingling.

"Are you ready?" Cooper whispered into her ear as he stroked her hair.

"Yes.... Don't make me wait any longer."

And he pushed himself into her hard, hitting her g spot right away. She shuddered at the size of him, felt herself open up wide to accommodate his enormous girth. Her screams of pleasure were loud as he thrust into her over and over until he felt close to climax after only a few minutes, and he had to slow down.

"You're just too fucking sexy," he grunted as he looked over her body and watched a bead of sweat glide down the gap between her breasts.

But Samantha wasn't in the mood for compliments because she wanted him hard and fast.

"I'm so close," she started to writhe her way up and down his length with her hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Won't you keep fucking me?" she gave him that special look he loved.

As she began to brush her fingers over her hot and swollen clitoris, Cooper couldn't hold back and pushed into her as he pinned her arms to the bed.

"Ooooh yes, harder!" she screamed with her pussy becoming wetter by the second.

He thrust as hard as his body would allow until he was on the brink of orgasm and the sweat was pouring from his crimson face.

"Where can I finish?" he groaned.

"Cum inside me. Come on, cum hard for me."

With one final thrust, he yelled as his buttocks clenched and his thighs convulsed violently in the hardest orgasm of his life. Samantha had never been pleasured in such an animalistic way and she quivered as she felt the last of his seed enter her. As he pulled out he had one last trick up his sleeve. Pushing his fingers into her he massaged her clitoris as hard as he could with the palm of his hand and she climaxed immediately, squirting his cum out all over his hand as she screamed.

"Fuck yeah," Cooper felt himself grow hard again.

He stroked himself as he looked down on her wet body.

"Are you ready to go again?" he asked as he touched her thigh tenderly.

"Uh huh," she nodded, her eyes fixed on his solid abs. "But this time, do me from behind."

Cooper wasted no time in flipping her over so he could see her plump, wet pussy waiting for him. He entered her roughly with his hands clasped around her waist. She screamed so loud he was sure the neighbors must have heard, but in the moment, he didn't care. He pummeled her hard and fast until he felt his testicles ache as his second orgasm approach.

Reaching his hand around to her clitoris he rubbed it briskly and felt her contract around him as she came for the second time.

"Oh God!" her thighs were shaking so much she was sure she was about to collapse.

Feeding off her arousal, the detective climaxed fast, pulling out to cum over her.

"Ugh.... fuck," he loved to see his cum spray out over her voluptuous curves. "You're the best," he said through labored breath. "Just so gorgeous," and they both collapsed beside each other as they gasped for air.

When Samantha woke, the late afternoon sun was shining on her face. She relaxed into the warmth for a second before she was startled by the sound of static. Rolling over she saw Cooper dozing on the other side of the bed with his police radio standing on the bedside table.

"We have a 242 over on Maynard Street."

The female voice was calm but authoritative as she gave the information. Cooper woke up as soon as he heard her and groaned as he opened his eyes. However, as soon as he saw Samantha and her dazzling smile he grinned.

"Damn, I gotta go."

He reached out a hand and placed it on her stomach, caressing her gently as he nuzzled into her neck. As he kissed her, goose bumps ran down the length of her spine and she wriggled away.

"Ahhh!" she shrieked and giggled.

She rolled over to get closer to him and went to lean in for a cuddle, but he moved from her grasp. Pulling on his pants he had a conceited look on his face as though he knew he'd given her the time of her life.

"Will I see you again?" she asked sadly.

"Absolutely," he held her by the jaw and bent down to kiss her. "I could never stay away from you."

Again the radio crackled with the female voice growing impatient.

"OFFICER! 242 ON MAYNARD!"

"Ok I really do have to go," he clipped the radio to his pants and left the bedroom with Samantha in tow.

As they said a quick goodbye at the door, she reached up on tip toes and hugged him hard with her nails scratching at his clothes.

"Hey," he laughed. "I'll be back, I promise," and he bopped her on the nose before kissing her one last time. "I'll call you soon," and he was gone.

Samantha felt as though she was in a dream world as she floated back to bed. Collapsing onto the dirty sheets she felt as though her heart was singing. Finally, her luck had seemed to turn. Grabbing her cell phone from under her pillow she pressed the name she knew so well and blushed in anticipation.

"Jules! You'll never guess what just happened?"

The End