Chained (29 page)

Ian rolled his eyes. “There are about fifty men in this house. Eggs are in abundance, believe me.” He chuckled at his own joke and I offered him a little one in return.

“Right. Well, I’ll leave you to some privacy.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

It was only after I had closed the door that I realised what an idiot I was. Ian told me I was probably pregnant by now, so giving me this bag could only mean one thing.

I opened it, frantically searching through its contents. My hand came to a sudden halt when it felt the tablets.

I sighed in relief. I think I had an ally in Ian. There was no doubt in my mind that he searched this bag and saw the pills but, for some reason, he kept them in there. Whatever the reason, I was glad he didn’t take them away. It was the only control I had over Zac.

I quickly popped the pill, flushed the toilet, and buried the pills as deep in my bag as possible. Once I was satisfied, I pulled the door open to find a woman standing there. We both jumped when we saw each other, then she took on a knowing smile.

“Olivia, I take it?” I nodded. She looked over me for a moment, which gave me time to notice her. She was very pretty with light golden hair and bright blue eyes. She was a little taller than me, but only because she was wearing the tallest high heels I had ever seen. Coupled with the fact she had very shapely legs and she was quite stunning.

“And who are you?” I was getting a little fed up with her assessment of me. It was taking a little longer than I liked.

“Oh, sorry,” she laughed, holding out her hand. “My name’s Maria.”

I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Maria.”

I smiled and walked around her, noticing that she was scrutinizing me again. “And you, too, Olivia. Have a good day.”

I walked into the kitchen, baffled at the encounter.

“What are you frowning at?”

I sat down next to Ian at the biggest breakfast bar I had ever seen. You could seriously open up a café in this kitchen.

“I bumped into this woman.” I motioned behind me.

“Oh, you mean Maria?” He had a knowing smile on his face.

“Who is she?”

He paused a moment. “Let’s just say she’s brought in from time to time to…help out the agents.” He had a gleam in his eye.

“Help out how?”

He leaned in to whisper, “It’s probably best you don’t know.”

From the look he gave me, I already knew. “Right,” I answered, looking away. “Probably best I don’t. How often does she come?” I didn’t want to be bumping into her in the wrong places.

“She doesn’t often come here. It’s usually the agents who go to her. Sometimes she gets called over when the men aren’t allowed to leave the house.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Oh.” I suddenly found myself asking, “Does she ‘help’ Zac out?”

Ian smiled and nudged my elbow. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No!” I snapped, but couldn’t help this little pang that crept through me. What was wrong with me?

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, he doesn’t touch her.”

“But you have?”

Ian’s cheeks flushed red. I was starting to like him more and more. “We kind of have no other choice, unless we want to be celibate.” I must have given him a really confused look because he smiled. “We’re not allowed relationships of any kind outside of our family, if you know what I mean.”

I frowned. “Really? No relationships? Not even sexual?”

He shook his head. “We get assigned people to let off steam. It has to be someone the agency can trust. Maria is one of them.”

“So there are others?”

He nodded. “Yes, but Maria is the only one who comes to the house from time to time. She gets to pick her men and sticks with them. After a while, they do a changeover so that no one becomes too attached.”

I snorted. “Oh, my god. That sounds crazy.”

Ian actually laughed with me. “I suppose so, but it also tests our loyalty to the agency.”

Just then, a man came out with a plate filled with toast and scrambled eggs. Another man came out with a tray containing coffee and tea. Ian grabbed my elbow and motioned for me to sit down at the table. Once there, the cook came forward.

“Thank you,” I said when the man placed the food down.

He smiled sweetly. “You’re welcome, Miss Caudwell.”

I grit my teeth, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I started eating. By now, I was absolutely starving.

“Enjoying that?” Ian asked with a bright smile. I had already eaten one slice of toast and was now tucking into the other.

“Mmmm,” was all I could offer, making Ian laugh.

After my belly felt a little fuller, I noticed that there were several other men in the room with us, two of whom had guns.

I sipped my remaining tea and took my last mouthful of food before setting my knife and fork down. “Is this really necessary?” I motioned around at all the men.

Ian was about to speak when a voice interrupted him, “It’s for your own protection, Livy.”

I looked behind me and saw Zac walking into the kitchen. Today he had on a pair of black trousers with a white shirt. There was no tie, just a button or two open at his chest. I licked my lips involuntarily, all thoughts of anything else diminishing. My lord and master was here and my whole body instantly reacted to it.

Like a flame, the burn between my legs intensified as I saw the heat in his icy blue eyes. It was like watching a fire dance. Completely and utterly mesmerising.

Without a thought, I got up, swiped the plate off the table—resulting in an almighty crash—and sat on the top, my legs spread wide.

Zac stopped, fierce hunger in his eyes. He motioned with his finger to the room. “Leave.” And without hesitation, they all rushed out of the room.

“Looks like my baby hasn’t had her fill just yet.”

I set one leg on the chair and pulled my skirt up, revealing the lace panties underneath. Pure heat and wetness pooled out of me. I was already drenched with my own juices.

“I hate you,” I said, but my body wanted him. It raged to have him touch me. If he didn’t soon, I think I would burst.

Zac smirked and came closer. With one quick tug, he ripped the blouse from my body, revealing the lacy bra underneath.

“Perfect,” he growled.

“I want to stick red hot pokers in your eyes.”

Zac’s eyes widened. “Are you a little sore about the Viagra incident last night? I’m sorry, baby. I just had to make sure you were relaxed.”

He walked in close so he was between my legs, then placed a finger along my thigh. I couldn’t help it. I shuddered.

“That wasn’t Viagra and you know it. No way could that have been Viagra.” My breath came harder as he pulled my skirt up.

I moaned and Zac smiled. “It was for the best, baby. You were going to be mine anyway. I just wanted you to be more willing. I kind of knew you were going to be a bit difficult without it. I was just making it easier for you.”

I should have been angry with him. In fact, I should have beat him senseless, but the only senseless thing I wanted was to be fucked hard and fast.

My god. What was I turning into? I was suddenly this crazy woman who cursed and wanted sex twenty-four/seven. This wasn’t me. It couldn’t be.

Zac hovered over my lips, erasing all thoughts of anything else. He lingered there just long enough for that burn to intensify.

“Please,” I begged.

Zac smiled. “That’s better.”

He closed his mouth over mine, making me moan. I was like a raging animal, tugging and pulling at his shirt, determined to get his clothes off and feel his skin on mine. I needed to feel all of him on me.

Zac pulled away long enough to yank my bra from my body. He growled when he saw my breasts and bent down to take my nipple into his mouth.

My hand went through his hair in a frenzy. If I thought the burn couldn’t get any worse, I was wrong. “Zac, I need you. I need you inside me. Please.”

I was panting and by no way in control of my actions. My body was taking control, completely and utterly frantic for its release.

“Fuck. I can never control myself around you.”

He licked and sucked on my other nipple as he tried undoing his trousers. I bent down and yanked at his belt, earning a little laugh from Zac.

“My baby wants me so badly. I’m not going to disappoint her.” He claimed my mouth again and rubbed his thumb over my nipple. I thought I was going to burst.

“Please,” I begged. It was becoming painful. I thought it was supposed to be better after last night, but just being in the same room as him had me starting all over again.

Zac ignored me, keeping up his onslaught of kissing me and feeling my breasts. I was almost feeling like I could orgasm just from this alone, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

“Zac, it hurts.”

He stopped and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it good for you, okay?”

I nodded, knowing what he was doing but not caring. He was deliberately making me so desperate for him that when the time was right, he would become my saviour. Right now, I was beyond desperate, and his sweet words were only making the pull to him even stronger.

With one quick tug, he tore my knickers off. As Zac undid his trousers, he looked down between my legs.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.”

He cupped his erection in his hands, causing my mouth to almost dribble with desire. I yanked him closer because even looking at it was making the burn intensify.

Zac chuckled a little, but wasted no time. He positioned himself at my wet entrance and I grabbed his shoulders, waiting for that feeling of euphoria to overcome me. I dug my nails into his arms, awaiting the power I knew would come at any second. I could feel myself swelling inside and I knew only Zac could take it away.

The burn at feeling him at my entrance went to an all-time high. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight beyond the need to have him inside me.

I was about to beg again when Zac pushed himself inside of me with one quick thrust.

That was it. My walls clenched around him in one of the most amazing orgasms. It was not as intense as last night, but it was still more intense than I’d ever had before.

“Oh god!” I cried, scratching at his arms and yanking him to my mouth.

“Shit, Livy. I’m sorry I left you again. I thought you would be better by now.” He pushed himself deep within me and moaned. “Shit, you feel so good, baby.”

I was in another world, basking in the glow of my orgasm. The feel of him pushing inside of me just added to my spasms. Every movement he made inside me had the pleasurable burn creeping up.

Wrapping my legs around him, Zac rubbed his hand from my knee to the top of my thigh before squeezing.

I moaned again. Just that simple touch had it building back up with a vengeance.

“I know you have one more left for me, Livy. Give it to me, baby. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

All of a sudden, his movements got faster and harder. The table was making the most awful thudding sound with each thrust, but I didn’t care about anything apart from my next orgasm.

“Livy!” Zac screamed, and that was it. I fell over the edge again, screaming out so loud, the whole house must have heard.

My walls clamped down on him again as his pace quickened. “Fuck!” he yelled, his back arching with his own release. His whole body went rigid for a second as I felt him pulsating inside me.

Again, the guilt quickly surfaced, but it was a calm guilt with Zac so close to me. I hated that I needed him. He knew I had an addictive personality and used that to his advantage. Zac was my addiction now. He knew it. I knew it. There was no going back.

This was my life.

“You’re being so nice to me,” I whispered.

Zac’s heavy breathing stopped a moment before he pulled away to look at me. “Livy, I’ve always been nice to you.”

I shook my head. “Not like this.”

Zac laughed a little. “That’s because you weren’t properly mine back then. Now that you’ve given into me a hundred percent, there isn’t any going back. I will give you everything, Livy. I just ask for your loyalty in return.”

I sniggered. “And a child.”

Zac didn’t hear the level of sarcasm in my voice. If he did, he chose to ignore it. Instead, he laughed. “At this rate, I won’t have any problems getting you pregnant.”

I knew he knew more, but I’d be damned if I let him know that
I
did.

He pulled out of me and I winced. “Are you okay? Has it eased it a little?”

I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

Zac pulled his trousers up and did his buttons. He picked up my panties and smelled them. “Fuck. That’s the best fragrance in the world.” He pocketed them, earning him a shocked look from me. “What?”

“You’re not going to take them, are you?”

He nodded. “Damn right.”

I sorted my bra out and pulled my shirt across my chest. Zac made a move to leave. “Where are you going?”