No One Has to Know (Deal with the Devil)

by Carin Hart

From the moment she shyly flagged me down months ago, offering me a single daisy to brighten my day, I’ve only ever cared about keeping one soul safe. Of watching her, of learning all her secrets, of obsessing over the moment I could find a way to make her mine. My angel.

Something about him screams that he’s the type of guy you can trust. The type of guy who’ll keep you safe. Who’ll do anything to protect you. A good guy.

“Don’t struggle, baby. You’ll like me a lot more if you don’t struggle.”

“What did you do? You tried to give yourself away to another man. You’re not allowed. That pussy is mine

“Because, at first, you saved me from the dark thoughts.” From the way his gaze roves over me, I can guess what those thoughts are about. “But then they just got darker. I had to take you. I had to make you mine, and the only way to do that was to make you mine. Lover… captive… prisoner. It doesn’t matter to me what you are so long as I can claim you. You belong to me, and that means you belong with me—locked up or not.”

“And my badge number. In case you had any doubt you’re mine, don’t. I put my mark on you. The first woman who earned it,” he adds, answering a question I never would’ve thought to ask, “and the only one.”

So maybe I let the insane cop who kidnapped me fingerfuck me to orgasm, then blackmail me into kissing him on my own accord.

I sit up, watching warily as Burns slowly descends into the basement. What kind of captor will I get today, I wonder? Fierce? Playful? Commanding? Possessive? Horny? From what I’ve learned about Burns, it’s probably a combination of all five—but mostly horny.

“I own you, Angela. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty, too. I will fuck you… that’s your body. I will marry you… that’s your soul. And, when you don’t take an easy out on what we have together, I’ll know I have your loyalty.”

Burns is a boxer briefs man, and I get a glimpse of them before he reaches inside, pulling out his hard cock.

It’s a four-hour drive back. He slumbers completely unaware through all of it. More than once, I have to resist the urge to open the door and shove him out.

I don’t know how to react. Instinctively, I want to go to him—to go to my captor and my savior, seeking comfort and safety and I’m not so sure what else—and because it’s the single thing I can think to do, I do it.

“You keep walking around like that, I can’t be responsible for what I do to you.” I give him a mischievous grin. “You said you’d never force me.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did say that, didn’t I?” “You said you’d wait for me to beg you to fuck me if you had to.” He gulps. “Sounds like me.” I lean in, making sure my tits brush against his bare chest. “You said you’d fuck my hair wild.” “Angel… you’re playing with fire. You know that, right?” “No,” I say earnestly, grabbing his cock. “I’m playing with Burns. Only I’m not playing.” I squeeze. “I’m begging.”

“You’re going to take every drop of my come like a good girl with nothing between us. You understand me, angel? Now say ‘yes, officer’.”

I’ll fuck her. I’ll breed her, too, if that’s what it takes to keep her. When I fill her up with my come, I’ll know that I’ve reached parts of her no one else has.

Condom? I warned her before. No one can come between us. Nothing can come between us. We’re one. We always will be.

“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again. Even then, I’ll plead with you as I bleed out to keep it on until I’m dead and can’t see you without it. I’m that fucking serious. Do you understand me?”