The Criminals Series

EMMA

The nerve of this jerk! He thought he was some kind of fucking god because he was good-looking and had money.

Everybody else might be frightened of him because of his reputation of being a violent drug dealer, but he didn’t scare me. I wasn’t going to give in to the smug bastard.

No way in hell was I making it easy for him to get in my pants.

Look at him, all conceited with his captivating bottle-green eyes, his dark chocolate-brown hair, ripped arms, and a chiseled chest so broad and defined I could see the outline of his muscles underneath his shirt…

Fuck, he was hot. I couldn’t deny it as much as I wanted to, but I for sure wasn’t attracted to him. No way, no how. He was an asshole who could go to hell once this arrangement was done and over.

Just because he was gorgeous, I was supposed to throw myself at him? Ha! I don’t think so.

“I’ll start packing this week. When do you want me to come back over?”

Might as well get ready to spend the next three months in hell.

“You start now, and you’re not leaving. From now on, if you have to leave this house, you need to ask permission, and I’ll have someone escort you to wherever it is you need to go.

“John’ll be back soon. He can take you to your place to get some of your clothes. Anything that you can’t get today, we can buy later.”

“I never agreed to that! You are fucking nuts, you pretentious prick!”

I was boiling mad. I never agreed to be his prisoner. I stood up in anger and flung my hand up in the air, meeting the side of his face.

I wasn’t sure where that came from. He had made me so angry, I was crazy enough to slap a drug lord across the cheek.

Evil radiated from him throughout the room as he devilishly smirked in contempt, quickly recovering and turning to face me.

“I should be mad, but you’re the only woman who’s dared to lay a hand on me, and it’s kind of turning me on right now. Maybe we should take this upstairs?

“And by the way, you did agree to do whatever I wanted. So if I say you stay, you stay. If I say I’m putting a babysitter on you, you get a fucking babysitter, understand?”

I went to slap him again, but this time he stopped me by catching my wrist midair. His fingers gripped me tightly until I felt a burn starting to seep into my skin.

“Let go of me asshole!” I tried pulling away with no success.

“Do you have any idea how hard you’re getting me? You’re coming with me right now.”

He didn’t let me answer. Instead, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs to his bedroom while I kicked and screamed, pounding my fists on his back.

“Let me down!” I continued to yell until he threw me down on his bed. He got down on top of me and pinned my arms above my head, leaving me completely helpless as he held me down with his weight.

“Stop fighting me, honey. You agreed to this.

“If you keep fighting me, you’re going to make me have to hurt you, and I only like hurting a woman when she really wants me to. I see now you’re not going to be cooperative if it comes to that.”

I was starting to get a little scared. I knew what he was capable of, and I did say yes to him.

“Okay. I’ll go with John since you’re not a big enough man to drive me yourself.” Even though I was frightened, for some reason I couldn’t stop defying him.

“You’re not going anywhere now. You blew that chance when you didn’t listen, sweetheart.”

He brought his lips down to my neck and started licking and sucking, breathing his hot breath against my flesh.

A tingling sensation sparked in between my legs, causing me to clench my thighs together. Shit, he was getting me all heated and twisted. His seductive caressing felt so good.

No, I hate this man! But my body was telling me differently. I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the moan that was trying to escape.

His hands moved down my legs, lifting up my skirt until it was bunched up close to my waist.

“I hate you!” I spat out, letting him know he wasn’t going to win.

His fingers dove down into my panties, immediately meeting my fold.

“Your wet pussy’s telling me different, Emma darling,” he said softly, swirling his tongue right below my ear. Then he started moving his fingers between my crease, rubbing and circling my clit with his thumb.

This time, I was unable to repress the sounds of my heightening pleasure. My body shivered from the sweet sensations that were wreaking havoc in me.

He let out a small chuckle. “I told you that you’d want me.” He plunged two fingers into my core, thrusting them in and out.

“I’ll never give in to…mmm.”

His fingers continued to hammer away. My enclosure swelled around them as they hit right into my spot. It took everything I had to avoid thrusting myself back into his hand. The sensations were so temptingly tantalizing.

The onslaught of his thrusts became more and more tortuous as they grew faster and harder, burying deep inside my pussy. His tongue moved around the crook of my neck, putting me in a daze and driving me to the brink of madness.

I struggled to say a complete sentence. “I still hate you,” I managed to spit out, but I was about to cum, no matter what I said or thought I felt for the jerk.

His mouth, his fingers, his hard erection pressing into my stomach—they all had some kind of undeniable effect on me.

“That’s it. Cum for me darling. You want me, just admit it,” the cocky bastard said, giving me the strength to resist. I lay there, stiff and repressing any more sounds that were trying to leave my mouth.

Carter’s continuous attempts went ignored, and he finally gave up, to my relief.

“I’ll give it to you, you’re tougher than I thought,” he said, grinning as he got up from the bed. “But next time I don’t think you’re going to hold up so good when my tongue’s licking in between that wet pussy of yours.”

I quivered at the thought of Carter going down on me and let out a small squeal. If his tongue could affect my neck the way it did today, I didn’t stand a chance with it buried in between my thighs.

I really hope he didn’t hear that squeal.

“Already looking forward to it, I see.”

Fuck, he heard me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“And soon you’ll be full of me.”

“Asshole.” I got up and pushed my skirt back down my legs, then started taunting him again.

“Is the big, bad drug dealer going to get his little buddy to drive me to my place now so I can get my things because he can’t do anything for himself?”

Seriously, he had to get his henchman to do all his work for him. How pathetic.

“I need to eat dinner. That’s why I’m getting John to take you, but if you want, we can go grab some food together,” he grinned wickedly, knowing damn well I’d say no.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “I’ll pass.”

“I’ll tell John to pick you up something to eat while you’re out with him.” He was back to being cold and controlling.

“That’s okay. I lost my appetite the minute I met you.” I cringed in disgust.

“Well, you’ll be hungry later and there’s nothing to eat here, so you can either grab something while you’re out or starve.”

“I’ll starve.”

I was hungry, but I just wanted to be impossible. The two imbeciles probably never had anything but takeout and frozen dinners in this house.

If I was going to stay here, I was going to need to go grocery shopping. But I wasn’t going to say anything now, considering I just said I was willing to starve.

“Suit yourself. John should be back and downstairs. I’ll let him know what’s going on. Come down when you’re ready, but I’m fucking starved and I’m going to eat.”

As if without a care, Carter started to leave but then I thought of something.

“I get my own room, right? You don’t expect me to sleep in your bed with you, do you?”

I got his attention. “You know, I hadn’t really thought about it. But since I know you want your own room, you can stay in my bed with me,” he smugly replied before going downstairs.

“You’re a dick!” I screamed in frustration.

When I got downstairs, Carter and John were sitting at the dining room table. Carter was eating something that smelled really good. Ignoring the scent saturating my nostrils, I walked up to them.

“Ahem,” I said, clearing my throat to get their attention. “I need to get my clothes.”

“John, can you go take her now? I need to make some phone calls anyways.”

“Sure thing,” John replied.

I could see why Carter used John most of the time to do his dirty work and scare people. John was tall, probably six foot four, and strikingly handsome with sandy-blond hair and ocean-blue eyes.

But he had an intimidating, stiff look in his gaze, and he was ripped like a WWE wrestler, with tattoos running down his arms.

I followed John outside to his oversized black Escalade. The car was huge, but then again, so was the man driving it.

“So where to?”

“Do you know where East McKenzie Street is?”

“Yeah, I know where it is. What’s your exact address?

“Five fifty-four East McKenzie Street.”

We drove in silence, neither one of us trying to make conversation until we got to my apartment.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“The brute speaks.”

I couldn’t help but let out the same attitude I gave to Carter. They were pretty much one and the same, with the small difference being John was one step underneath Carter.

“Do you need help?” His voice got huskier and stern, his face staying emotionless. “I’m not asking again.”

“No.”

I only wanted to grab some clothes and small essentials, not that I would have let him help me anyway. These men I was stuck with for the next few months repulsed me, and I would make sure they knew it every chance I got.

I got out of the truck and went up to my apartment. Taking out two pieces of luggage, I packed up what I needed and met John back at his SUV.

“I’ve got it,” I sneered, pulling back my suitcases when John tried to take them from me.

“Has anybody ever told you that you’re a pain in the ass?” he grumbled, snatching my luggage from my hands and throwing them in the trunk of the vehicle.

“No, never,” I replied sarcastically, tilting my head to the side and giving him a sore face.

“Get in the fucking truck,” he muttered under his breath, obviously annoyed by my antics.

The ride back to the house was the same as the ride to my place, completely quiet.

I didn’t argue with him when he went to get my bags out. I figured I’d have many more chances to annoy the hell out of him, so I’d give him a break for once.

I was also hungry and tired, not really having the energy. I knew I needed to save any strength I had left for Carter. I was never giving him a break when it came to my rebelliousness.

Before John took my bags upstairs, I took out some of my books, including The Coloring Book of Anatomy. I took it with a box of crayons to the dining room table to do some studying.

“You’re coloring?” Carter approached me, baffled and stupefied.

“I’m studying the human anatomy, but that’s probably too complicated of a topic for you.” I went back to my work, trying to pretend Carter wasn’t hovering over me.

“What are you studying?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Just to get him off my back so I could continue without interruption, I decided to answer. “If it’s any of your business, which it’s not, I’m applying to nursing school.”

“Aren’t you a little too old to be just starting school?”

“I’m only twenty-six. I had other issues in my life that delayed my education. Aren’t you too old to not be behind bars yet?” I retorted spitefully.

“I’m thirty, and no prison can hold me, sweetheart.” The self-centered prick winked.

“Whatever. Can I get back to my studying now?”

“Yeah, but I want you to meet me upstairs in an hour, and if you say one word other than ‘yes,’ I’m bending you over and fucking you on this table right now.”

His stare was heated, burning with fire. He meant every word that had come out of his mouth.

“Yes,” I hissed, knowing I had no choice.

“Good girl.”

He smiled. Leaning down, he took my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth until I conceded. Then I bit down on his lip, drawing a faint amount of blood.

“Fuck!” Angrily, he pulled out my chair, lifted me up, and seated me on the table. His hands gripped my neck tightly, cutting off part of my airways. “You’re going to fucking kiss me right now.”

Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the crotch of his jeans. “If you bite me again, this is going to be deep inside of you.”

I didn’t know if I should be scared or excited, knowing that I was capable of driving him insane. I was probably the only woman who had ever said no to him. It oddly turned me on, and holy shit, he was big!

I gave into his kiss. It was deep and rough, piercing my mouth. The aggressiveness, along with the skilled movements of his tongue, had me kissing back with intensity.

His fingers laced through my hair, tightly tugging the strands and pushing me harder into his lips. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, but I resisted and kept my hands down to my sides.

I was left almost breathless once he pulled back. “Upstairs...hour.” He walked away to the stairs, leaving me in a state of shock and arousal.