Taken (Dark Desires 1)

“Hello?”

“Is this Jackson?”

“Belle? Is that you?”

I sighed. “I’ll do it,” I whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Jackson said impatiently. “I’m in a bar. Can you speak up?”

“I said,” I hissed loudly. “I’ll do it.”

There was a pause – somehow even worse than it had been when I was on the phone with Mom. What was Jackson going to say? Would he be excited? Thrilled? Condescending?

Or worse – what if Jackson told me that it didn’t matter, that the offer had only been a joke. What if he told me that I was really and truly fucked?

“Good,” Jackson said. “I’m glad you came to your senses, Belle.”

I rolled my eyes. It sounded like he was talking about a business decision.

“Well, I don’t have a choice,” I said pointedly. “You said this was the only way you’d help me.”

“Right,” Jackson replied. “After your finals, I want you to come into New York City. You’ll be spending winter break here, with me.”

A chill ran down my spine. I hated that – I wished that my body would turn off, that I somehow wouldn’t think of Jackson as sexy. But I knew deep down that no matter what he did, I’d always be attracted to him. That was exactly the problem.

“Can’t we just go to a motel or something?” I whined into the phone. “Do I really have to spend the whole break with you?”

Jackson snorted. “Belle, please,” he said.

“Well, I mean, it’s not like you need me more than once.” I winced at the implication of my words.

“You’ve got a lot to learn, Belle,” Jackson said shortly. “I’ll see you after your finals.”

And with that, he hung up.

After I was done with the phone, I locked myself in my room, flopped on my bed, and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want anything to do with Jackson, but I knew that I couldn’t back out now. That was probably exactly what he wanted me to do, too.

I closed my eyes, hoping for sleep. But instead of sleep, memories came rushing back tenfold.

I was running through the hall of Mom and Mitchell’s palatial home. That was when I heard the sound – almost like someone stepping into a hot bath and gasping at the temperature of the water. But the bathroom door was open, and I didn’t even think Mom was home. Mitchell had some kind of work event, and Mom usually went with him.

“Mom?” I called softly. “Are you home?”

There was no answer. A chill of fear stabbed at my heart – what if someone had broken in? Mitchell had a great, very desirable home…and our neighborhood had been rife with robberies and crime for the past few months. What if the robbers had broken in?

I began to sweat with fear. Slowly, I walked down the hall, trying not to make a sound.

That was when I heard the noise again. I swallowed hard – it wasn’t coming from the bathroom at all, but rather one of the spare bedrooms down the hall.

“Hello?” I called shakily. “Don’t try anything,” I added softly. “I’ve got a phone in my hand, and I’m going to call the police!”

I hoped the intruders wouldn’t notice that I was bluffing. After all, I was only seventeen – what could a teenager like me do in the face of a burglary?

My heart was in my throat as I edged down the hall and peered into the room. It was dark, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, I gasped, immediately clamping a hand down over my mouth.

Jackson Rhodes, my stepbrother, was inside the room. He wasn’t alone – he was with a girl. I didn’t recognize her, although she looked about my age. They were standing by the window together. Jackson’s arms were around her body and for a moment, I thought they were embracing. Then I heard the sound again. It wasn’t a gasp this time, but more of a soft moan. The girl tilted her head back to face the ceiling. Her lips parted with desire as she moaned softly. I watched as Jackson’s hands slid across her lower belly. When he slipped his fingers down the waistband of her jeans, I felt an unfamiliar tingly feeling in my own belly…like he was touching me, not her.

I stood there, frozen, and watched. Jackson deftly unbuttoned the girl’s jeans and tugged them down her slender hips. She made a small cry of protest but didn’t attempt to move away from him. Her white panties glowed in the dark room, and I thought I could see a wet spot between the crotch of her slim thighs.