Hidden Secrets (Garrett Investigation Book 1) (14 page)

“Well, I can always take another nail if you wish, or would you like something different altogether?”  Standing up, she went to the door.  “Frank you can bring the hanger in now,” with malicious glee she turned back to Maggie.  “How about a little stretch now, eh Maggie?   From the ceiling, of course,” Ana said smirking.

Frank sauntered in with a metal bar which had chains attached.  Reaching up, he settled the bar on to two hooks in the ceiling.  The chains clattering down, showing handcuffs at each end.  Maggie sat there knowing it would hurt, wondering how far they’d go.  She wished Blaze was here instead of her.  Why she’d agreed, there again, she didn’t have much choice.

Frank undid her handcuffs grabbing her roughly he dragged her to the hanging frame, re-cuffing her to the chains.  Maggie winced as Frank wound the chain up pulling Maggie up until she was on tip toes.  Kneeling down, he took off her shoes, then standing in front of her as Ana smiled on with malice he took out his large sharp knife making Maggie gasp.

“What you going to do.”

Smiling quietly, he ran the knife down her front, the buttons on her top plopping to the concrete floor.  Next he tore the fabric of her blouse and skirt letting them fall to the ground.  Maggie shuddered, despair starting to set in, wondering when it would stop.  Frank looked her up and down, then wound the chain up two more notches.  Maggie shuddered hanging there in her lingerie her eyes closed, her arms aching from holding her weight.  Slowly Frank walked up his fingers stroking her throat; she shuddered.

“Ready to tell now,” he whispered grinning.  Walking around her, inspecting her, she kept her eyes closed, praying he didn’t notice her bruising.  It was a prayer that went unanswered.

“Ana.”

“Yes Frank?”

“You need to see this,” he looked at Ana with worried eyes.  “I’m taking her down.”

“What the hell?”  Ana touched the bruising making Maggie wince.  “Fuck Maggie, what the hell happened to you.” She said shocked, “I can’t believe you let me pull your fucking nail out and not tell me you were beaten.”  Turning to Frank, “I’ll get her a robe and find Malachy,” she exited the room

“I’ll keep her handcuffed Ana, just in case.”

Tears of humiliation spilled from Maggie’s eyes as she slowly sank to the floor.  Taking one set of handcuffs off Frank put her other ones back on, picking her up he sat in the chair with her on his knee.

“Why didn’t you tell us?  Christ Miss Carrington, we could’ve hurt you,” Frank said angrily.

“What’s the point,” she hiccupped.

“I’ll kill the bastard who did this.”

Maggie looked up at him in shock, “You don’t know anything, my whole life is fucking screwed thanks to you bloody lot.”

Ana came back in with a robe and Malachy.  Frank stood up, gently lowering Maggie to her feet, her body turned to his chest.  Malachy whistled, cursing under his breath at the bruising on her back.

“Blaze I presume Maggie,” he said gently putting the robe over her shoulders.  Maggie nodded.  “He’s going to rue the day he ever laid a hand on you.  Frank, bring her upstairs, there’s a guest room she can use.”

“Yes boss.”  Frank lifted her carefully, making his way upstairs with Mal & Ana behind them.  Ana opened a door crossing the room to open the bed where Frank gently laid Maggie.

“Anything else boss,” he said gruffly.

“Get the first aid kit please Frank, after I’ll need you to stand guard,” Malachy replied turning to Maggie.  “So why didn’t you say Blaze was beating the crap out of you Maggie?” he demanded.

“Tell you so you could do what Malachy?  It’s been going on for…well, ever since we broke up,” she looked up tearfully, “Remember, you hated me, why would I tell you.”

“Don’t start that, you can’t use your wiles on me.  If you’d told us, I’d have done something about it, you little idiot.  Instead, all you get is a bigger mess and lose a bloody fingernail in the process.”

“Yeah, bitch that fucking hurt.”

“Her name is Anastasia, call her a bitch again and

I’ll finish this now,” Mal said harshly.

Frank came back with the first aid kit.  “Roll over Maggie,” said Mal turning to Ana. “You can have the pleasure of putting ointment on her back,” he grinned listening to Maggie muttering under her breath as Ana applied the cold cream.

“Well, it should help.  Now Mal what’re we going to do with the vicious little pain in the ass woman?”

“Well, first maybe she’ll tell us why she was chasing our car.  After all, we could send her back to the lions’ den for another beating for her failure here.  If we do get info out of her, maybe we could send her to Trengrove.  She’d be safe and secure.”

“Not sure we can trust her down there Mal.  What happens if it’s about getting someone inside Trengrove?”

“You think Blaze is that bright?”

“Maybe not Blaze. I somehow doubt he’s in charge Mal.”

They turned, looking down at Maggie’s worried face.  “Okay, it’s your turn Maggie, what would you prefer another beating by your brother? Or a safe haven of our choosing?”

“Look Malachy, I just did what I what he told me to do.  I’m not exactly a speed racer chick or whatever they call them.  Nobody was meant to be hurt.”

“Well, it a bit late for that isn’t it,” said Ana acidly.  “Two more men are fucking dead because of your brother.”

“If I go back he’ll know something went wrong.  I prefer a safe haven if you don’t mind Malachy.”

“I do mind; sadly I will for some very strange reason protect you,” Frank make sure she stays put.  I’ll ask Jones to relieve you at midnight.”

“Yes boss.”

“We had some good times Malachy; we could have them again,” smiled Maggie.

“Doubtful Maggie,” he took Ana’s hand as they walked from the room, Maggie’s face dropping into a scowl at their intimacy.

Finally, they could relax with a nice scotch in front of a cosy fire.  Security was strengthened around the manor house and gardens.  There were taking no more chances.

“Mal what are we going to do with your little witch upstairs?”  Putting his drink down, he took her drink before facing her.  “Forget about her,” he said drawing her gently into his arms, “Think of me instead.”  His lips melded with hers, the taste of whiskey intoxicating them both as they nibbled at each other’s lips sighing with contentment.

“It’s been one hell of a day,” Ana murmured against his lips

“Think about us Ana, just us, let’s leave the day behind,” he whispered back as he nipped her bottom lip for better access.  He thrust his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her taste, the scent of vanilla from her hair wafting around him urging him on.  Ana started to push back into his mouth, soft sighs and moans escaping them both as they explored.  His kisses moving to the soft spot behind her ear inhaling her scent deeply as he pulled her hair loose letting it slip through his fingers.

“God Ana you smell beautiful.  I can’t get enough
of
you. You intoxicate me,” he groaned, pulling her onto his lap.  He felt her smile against his cheek, as she drove her hands through his bronze hair, tugging it making his scalp tingle, setting him on fire.

“You’re such a romantic Mal, never thought you had it in you,” Ana giggled.

“I’ll show you what I’ve got Ana,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows making her squirm.

“Oh, I think I know what you have Mal,” she beamed at him as he began to throb beneath her, “Oh yes I adore what you have, it’s wonderful.”

Malachy twisted slightly letting Ana fall backwards against the couch her head on the armrest her breasts thrusting up against the material of her t-shirt.  Slowly lowering himself on top of her until his mouth grazed her nipples through the material.  Ana held on, pushing her body up and pulling him closer moaning as sensations of his teeth nipped and pulled while his thumb and forefinger enticed the other nipple.  Back and forth he went.

“Malachy,” she groaned out pulling him up her body. “You’re incredible.  You ignite me,” she shivered knowing this night they’d take their time.

“My beautiful Anastasia,” he murmured kissing her deeply. Her arms enfolded him; she ran her hands up and down his back feeling his muscles ripple as he sighed with contentment.  She un-tucked his t-shirt pressing her hands to his warm, firm, smooth skin, slowly pushing his top up his chest until he broke their kiss slipping his T-shirt over his head.  Anastasia gloried in the sight of his muscular abs, touching and tasting him playing with his nipples, making him wince.

“Your turn now Ana, let me see you take off your top.   She crossed her arms lifting the top from the hem taking it up over her head watching him feast his eyes.  His heart racing, as he gently touched the curve of her breasts.

“You have beautiful breasts Anastasia.” He smiled as he undid the front opening of her bra letting her firm pert breasts spring free of their confinement, her nipples standing to attention aching for his touch.  Mal began to massage her flicking his thumb over her nipples.  Ana felt pools of heat rush through her moisture gathering waiting between her thighs.  She twisted and turned in an agony of desire.  Holding him tightly, she massaged his back enjoying each and every sensation.  Wriggling and squirming she lifted her legs around his body his throbbing length pressing hard against her centre.  He thrust his body closer again and again making Ana pant and moan.

“Mal, I need to touch more of you.  I feel like I’m going to explode.” Her back arched as he thrust harder against her, their jeans sensitizing them even more.

“Come for me Ana,” She gritted her teeth hard stilling her orgasm.

“Mal, let me touch you,” she begged.

“Soon sweetheart, first I want to watch you come.”

“Oh sweet…” she felt herself shatter, screaming he took her mouth with his enjoying the buzz of watching her fall.  Her quick hands made short work of his belt and jeans, soon his shaft was in her hands making him groan.  Ana rolled over, falling off the couch; they landed in a tangle of limbs on the floor with a soft thud.  Tugging his jeans the rest of the way off Ana licked his toes before sliding back up.  His hard shaft in her hands, she began to tease him.  Gently but firmly she stroked him with one hand while the other massaged his balls, groaning lifting his hips upwards, slowly she lowered her head flicking her tongue across his tip.  Mal jumped as her tongue swirled around him again and again until his tip was in her mouth.

“Christ Ana,” he growled.

“You taste yummy Malachy,” she grinned down at him letting her breasts sway in enticement.  Turning her attention back to his shaft, she plunged down on him nearly making him explode there and then.

“Fuck Ana,” he shoved her off grabbing her legs he anchored her dragging off her jeans.  Tossing them to the side, he buried his face in her black curls lapping up her juices making her squirm as he put pressure on her clit.

“More Malachy,” she moaned raising her hips, trying to push closer.

Just as quickly he turned her onto her stomach, lifting her to her knees shoving her shoulders down and spread her buttocks.

“Hope you’re ready for this Anastasia,” he said through clenched teeth plunging deeply inside her hard and fast.  Ana muffled her cries in the rug as her sheath stretched around him clenching him tightly.  Holding her hips tight, Mal began to thrust long hard and deep. Bringing his shaft out to the tip; pushing back in, loving the way her muscles clenched him.  Faster and faster he plunged into her.  Ana pushed back onto him; tilting her hips higher, clenching her muscles tighter.  Looking up into Mal’s face, his eyes closed as he came to orgasm. One last thrust his seed erupted inside her, coating the walls of her sheath thickly.  Her orgasm took over squeezing his shaft tight, milking him to the last drop; her screams muffled in the rug, her body collapsing with him on top.  Slowly he rolled them to their sides spooning her into his body, his shaft still twitching inside her.

“This has surely got to be heaven,” Mal sighed.

“Mmmm,” sighed Ana sleepily as she snuggled back into his body, enjoying the sensations as his shaft responded to her movement.  Rubbing her bottom against, him; he throbbed harder, throbbing inside her sheath.  Mal slapped her bottom.

“Behave Ana.”

“I love the feel of you inside me,” she grinned looking into his face.

“I love being inside of you Ana,” he replied thrusting his hips gently against her buttocks.

“You fill me so well Mal.  Oh god,” she groaned tightening around him.  “Mal take me to heaven again,” she moaned out.

“Certainly Ana,” a chuckle rumbled through his chest.  Mal penetrated into her with unhurried strokes slowly pushing through her sheath, enjoying being wrapped in her warmth.  Ana’s g spot was trembling harder as each stroke hit her womb.