I looked from one to the other before nodding and saying, “Yes, professor.”
Forced by the Hitmen
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter One
Charlotte Perkins
A hand clapped over my mouth. My eyes flew open. My scream only went as far as the palm against my lips. Even in the low light of the bedroom, I could see the silver glint of a knife. It was only an inch from my face. Notches ran along the back and the metal narrowed to a thin, sharp blade.
“Make a sound and I’ll gut you.” A deep rumble of sound, then more pressure from his calloused palm. He climbed on top of me, pressing his knees into my arms, his hand still in place to keep me silent.
“I like it when they scream.” Another deep baritone came from somewhere out in the darkness of the room. His accent was Southern, but he was no gentleman. Not if he was in my bedroom, uninvited, in the dark.
“Later,” said the man on top of me. I watched him as he glared down at me. Even in the gloom, I could see a vicious scar bisecting his eyebrow, cutting across his nose, and ending at his square jawline. Dark hair. A thick haze of stubble covered his cheeks. His eyes were dark, sinister.
I froze – not breathing, barely thinking.
“Do you understand what will happen if I hear so much as a fucking squeak?” His hand tightened on my lips, crushing them. He held the knife only a whisper away from my face. “Blink if you understand me, bitch.”
I blinked, tears escaping and rolling down to my ears as I did so.
He released my mouth, but his body still pinned me, the knife still at the ready. I was utterly helpless, no way out.
“This is how it’s going go.” He lifted one knee and ripped the covers from me. He breathed in sharply. “Fuck. Jax, do you see this shit?”
The man on top of me looked at my body with open lust. His hard eyes took in the silk teddy. His gaze roved down my breasts, to my stomach, and finally at the vee of my thighs where the lacy shorts had bunched as I slept. He scrubbed his free hand over his jaw. I couldn’t focus on anything but the man looming over me, eye-fucking me where I lay.
The steady clump of heavy boots came to my ears as the other man, Jax, walked into the faint glow of the bathroom night light. “Look at that. No wonder she’s worth so much.”
More tears escaped my eyes. I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. What would they do to me?
The first man ran his blade along my shoulder, down to the pink spaghetti strap of my top. He easily severed it, the knife sharp enough to cut with little to no force. He shifted on top of me so I could feel his hard length pressed against my thigh. I shivered.
“We don’t have time for this, Liam,” Jax growled.
Liam licked his lips. “I always have time for this.” He pulled down the fabric of my ruined top and bent his head to my nipple. He licked the peak before fastening his mouth on it.
Silent, silent, keep silent. His tongue swirled around the tip, erect against his soft tongue. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I couldn’t. I didn’t dare.
Jax rubbed the palm of his hands over his crotch. Despite the dim light, I could tell he was hard, ready.
Oh, God.
“The others will be here soon. Fuck, Liam. We have to go.”
Liam bit down on my nipple and I stifled my cry. He lifted his head away from me and placed the blade against my throat. I felt a sting, then the wetness of blood.
“Fucking cockblock.” Those dark eyes held me down as sure as his hand had done only a moment before. “As I said, Ms. Perkins, this is how it’s going to go. Jax and I are going to gag you, throw you in a bag, and take you away from here. If you try anything. If you even think of trying anything.” The pain at my throat intensified. More wetness leaked down to the hollow of my neck. “You will pay.”
His eyes promised pain. Agony, even. I trembled beneath him.
He smirked. “I’m glad we understand each other. Jax, be my fucking guest.”
Jax moved toward the bed. He towered over me. I tried to shrink away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
Liam laughed, a chilling sound from low in his throat.
Jax stuffed a ball gag into my mouth, my teeth sliding over the slick surface. It pressed on my tongue, stifling any ability I had to scream. He fastened it around the back of my head.
“She looks good like this. Perfect.” Jax grabbed my chin, roughly pulling my face toward him, and admired his handiwork.