It took me perhaps twenty minutes after the last time he'd made me orgasm, for me to recall, he'd unchained me to bend me over the edge of the bed.

I flew to the doorway of my room and spotted him in the Living Room, looking massive as he leisurely rocked my easy chair. Watching television.

As if he owns the place. Damn him.

Knowing I couldn't get past him to get out the door, I quickly texted everyone I knew that I was being held hostage and to call the cops.

Then I scrolled to Tobias' number in my phone. My thumb hovering.

Jared wasn't right about me. No way.

Before I, always the careful thinker, fully considered the consequence, I'd called him.

The Head of Operations for CORE.

The one man who knew everything about all of us and had never lied to us.

"Yes?" He asked coolly.

"Why did you send Jared after me?" I blurted. "He's not going to kill me. He's going to torture me and keep me as his pet."

There was an extended pause. "I didn't send Jared after you. Is he there now?"

"What are you talking about?" My voice quivered.

"He's a loose cannon. We need him back. Bring him back to us." Tobias sounded almost desperate. I'd never heard him sound like that. "He's CORE's most dangerous player. We need him."

"He's not working for you?" My voice was shrill.

***

"No." He said flatly. “He went feral once you were gone. We lost track of him soon after you were gone."

I was silent in shock a long while. "Is he a sociopath?"

"No." Tobias scoffed. "That's you. We all know that."

I didn't.

"He's just a single minded predator." He said quietly.

"What are you saying?"

He sighed. "Truthfully Aramida, I have three agents in the field actively searching for you but I've a small army after him. Turn him over to us."

Tobias sounded pleading. "We need him back before he figures out what he is. If he hasn’t already."

My phone was ripped from my hand and the hang-up button clicked.

I met Jared stony blue gaze as he said, ominously. "I already have."

"Jared..." I said pleadingly as he backed me up toward the bed predatorily.

"I give you the smallest respite from chains and you immediately betray me!" He roared almost animastically. His pupils turning to slits.

"You'll pay for that."

***

He caught my waist and roughly tossed me atop the bed. Momentarily knocking the air out of me.

In the time it took me to blink he was crouched over me. "Listen to me, Mida. We are mates. Things will go much easier on you when you accept this fact."

He caught one of my legs and lifted it so it was against his shoulder then instantly caught my wrists against my stomach. His weight pressing the back of my thigh immobilized that leg.

Making trying to kick him with it impossible

Scooping my wrists in one large palm, he used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and pull the fly open. Dropping the weight of his cock in his hand.

"No more..." I whined tossing my head.

He tilted his in curiosity. "No more of which, Mida? Fucking you or making you cum while I do."

"Either." But my gaze had levelled on his and I could feel that he knew I was lying. I feared the loss of my pride far more than any pain.

"That's too bad. You'll have no pride left after I'm done making you cum all over my cock all night. We'll see what weapons you have then..."

***

True to his word, Jared had made it his new hobby to make me cum every time he was inside me.

Despite all my rage.

All my vowing that I would not.

I was exhausted. Clearly no match for his stamina.

My body was weak, my mind a wreck, and finally I'd just collapsed into a deep sleep.

Jared was asleep next to me but when I eased off the bed to make an escape his hand shot out to snatch my wrist. "Don't bother, Mida."

He tugged me sideways back into the bed. Nearly sending me toppling over him.

Before I could writhe away he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Pinning me to his chest. His corded biceps were like iron. His hold like being kept in a vise. He sighed as if relaxing and linked his fingers loosely along my spine.

"Relax, Mida. Get some sleep. You're going to need it."

But I had the distinct sense he had no intention of sleeping. His body was wound tight and he seemed anxious.

Twisting my head to peer at his face, I saw him watching the ceiling intently but I didn't think that was what he was really paying attention to.

He's listening.

For what?

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