Claimed by the Hitman

So I heard him making all these threats, like ‘you’re not gonna be a princess when I’m done with you.’ She was whimpering, so I grabbed a stiletto, her roommates', Svea doesn’t wear heels, and I burst out the closet and just jabbed the sharp heel into his eye. He starts bleeding and crying, and eventually someone checks on us and calls an ambulance.”

‘You’re kidding” Branch couldn’t contain his laughter. He was bent over sideways, clutching his stomach as his deep laugh boomed through the air.

“You fucking didn’t.”

“I did. It would’ve been a whole scandal, but I was protecting my sister. Security footage from the hall shows him following her in there. The family threatened to go public, but then we counter threatened to release the footage from the tapes. So they kept their mouths shut.”

He was still laughing, but he managed to get words out, “damn, Granny really did teach you a lot.”

He has it all wrong. “No, actually. Granny taught me because of this incident. She says there were going to be a lot of men much worse than this kid, and I won’t always have a heel to use, so we spent my weekends hunting and training.”

He was staring at me again. I looked to the ground. Should I act embarrassed? Because I wasn’t, and I felt as if he didn’t think I should be.

How was my kidnapper getting me to let my guard down so fast? It was strange how comfortable I felt with him, and God what he did to my body.

“My twin brother was bullied a lot in primary school.” I started. “As a kid he was so carefree. At least he seemed to be. But kids can be brutal. I guess I kinda took over the role of his protector. Svea and Rome were too busy, always in secret meetings with mom and dad. And Larz and Keir were gone doing grown up family whatever, so I took care of him. And I think taking care of him took care of me…”

He was still watching, silent. Pondering everything I had just said. Did I spill too much?

“Well now it’s your turn to be taken care of, Princess,” his voice was deep and smooth. I felt chills run through my body.

“Oh are you here to take care of me? I like to think I can take care of myself alright,” I winked at him.

“Not saying you aren’t a handful,” he got up and grasped my shoulders with his strong hands. He massaged deep and brought his head close to mine. He whispered, “But handfuls are my specialty.” He released my shoulders from his grasp, but I wanted him to keep me pinned down, here on the balcony.

“If you think you can keep up with me that is.” I smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” He asked.

“It is. And since I’m a princess, here is your first command. You need to find me fresh clothes. I can’t just wear your t-shirt the entire time I’m here.”

“Why not? It looks better on you than me,” he quipped.

I gave him a sharp look, which he returned with a head tilt and shit eating grin. I could still imagine those strong arms pressing into my shoulders, rubbing me deep and hard.

“Well,” I carried on, “how long do you plan on locking me up in here?”

He sat next to me on the lounging chair. He put his hand on my inner thigh. His touch was light, he swirled his finger in circles along my leg as he looked me right in the eyes.

“I don’t know. Fara Madsen. I might want to see how long I can keep you here. See if I can stop one of your daring escapes. I know I can wrestle you around.”

I looked away and rolled my eyes, but I wanted him to slide those fingers straight into my wet pussy. I didn’t mind the tee shirt, it kept him titillated, and it provided easy access to crotch.

He chuckled. “I’m just playing around. It’ll probably be a couple of days.”

I didn’t want to know the answer to my next question, but I had to ask. “And then what?”

He sighed and looked down. “Everything will be taken care of.”

That answered nothing! Was my life going to be back to normal, or was I always going to be stuck with someone following me? It was suffocating. One night at the gardens and suddenly I’m no longer free.

“What if I need security forever?” I asked.

He grunted. I don’t think he was angry, at least not at me. I hoped not.

“I don’t like that,” he was slow and pensive. “But I can’t guarantee you won’t.” Suddenly his guard was back up. “Your clothes are in the hamper if you want to throw them in the laundry. Help yourself to whatever’s in the dresser in the meantime. I need to get back to work.”