Deadly Oath

22. Kian

22

KIAN

I t’s far easier than it should have been to get into the fucking warehouse. In the back of my mind, I’m half disgusted at how sloppily this place is ran, even as I drop the two guards at the door with bullets to their heads before they even see me. In seconds, I’m inside, hanging back in the shadows, as I assess how to get to Sabrina.

It took me a full day to find out where she was, which pisses me off in and of itself. A full day that she was off my radar, out of my sight, somewhere that she shouldn’t be in the control of men who shouldn’t get to fucking come near her. I put the wheels in motion as soon as I got the call from Marie that something had happened, forcing all of my officers to work overtime shifts as we looked for her. I have four of them waiting in a squad car as backup, in case I need them.

But I’d rather handle this myself. And considering how poorly this place seems to operate, I just might be able to.

I move silently through the shadows, my gun at the ready. I can smell the sour stench of cigarettes and alcohol, mixed nauseatingly with the fresh scent of sawed lumber, a mixture that shouldn’t go together. Every few seconds, I pause to listen, sounds from further in, guiding my direction.

As I round a corner, I hear muffled voices—male voices, laughing at something. My blood boils at the thought that Sabrina might be in there with them, being used for some form of entertainment. I move closer, hugging the wall, leaning forward slightly to peer through a crack in a partially open door. There are three men inside, all armed, lounging around a table littered with empty beer bottles. No sign of Sabrina, which gives me a quick jolt of relief.

I weigh my options, watching the men. It’s clear they didn’t hear the shots from the front of the warehouse. I don’t know how many men Craig—the boss running this operation—]has here, but I could probably take out this lot quickly and quietly. It’s risky, if it raises any kind of alarm. I could call in backup, but that carries its own risk—if they’re alerted, it could spook them into bringing the rest of the place down on me.

Better to do it myself, I think—and however much of that comes from my desire to handle all things having to do with Sabrina myself, and myself alone, I don’t know. But the decision is made as I take a deep breath, steeling myself and kicking the door open, already shooting before the men even have a chance to realize what’s happening.

The first two go down before they can even reach for their weapons. The third gets a shot off, the bullet going wide in his panic before I put a bullet through his forehead, sending him crashing down onto the table in a pool of spreading blood.

Shit. The silencer muffles the bullets, but that was loud. I flatten myself against the wall, waiting for footsteps, but there’s none.

I give it another moment, then move away from the door, back into the hall. My heart is pounding, adrenaline coursing swiftly through me as I pause again, listening. There’s nothing—and then there’s footsteps.

I step forward, just in time to see the man I found outside Sabrina’s house, the one I tased at the jail, leveling a gun at me as he grins at me eerily in the shadows .

“Oh, I’m gonna?—”

He never gets to finish his sentence. I drop him with a single shot, satisfaction burning through my veins as I step over his body, my boot squishing in the spreading pool of blood. “Good fucking riddance,” I mutter as I keep walking, keeping to one side again as I go.

As I make my way deeper into the warehouse, I hear faint sounds. A feminine voice, one that I’m sure I recognize, and my grip tightens on the gun. It’s Sabrina, I feel sure of it.

I follow the sound, moving as quickly as I can. I hear her voice louder, hear the threats that Craig is making, and then her defiant, hoarse pronouncement.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Craig chuckles, coming into view as I move towards the doorway, his back and the backs of his three men facing away from me. I slowly get into position, watching as Sabrina glares at him with that defiance that I know so well. The sight of her face sends an odd, warm feeling through my chest that I hadn’t expected, cutting through some of the bloody rage I feel for a brief moment before it all comes flooding back in.

“Oh, we would,” Craig tells her. “We already have.”

I step forward, into the doorway, my voice clear and sharp as I speak up.

“If you wanna die clean, you won’t lay another finger on her.”

Craig’s men turn, all of them reaching for their guns, safeties clicking off in a chorus as they raise them towards me. Mine is already leveled at them, and I chuckle, a smirk on my lips as I look at the three rangy men in front of me. There’s no way they’re getting out of here alive.

Craig slowly turns to face me, his expression narrowing as he takes in my uniform. He doesn’t know who I am, not really, and that’s my intent. I’m just the law right now, and that’s one thing he tries to stay clear of.

“Well, well,” he says slowly, a smirk that’s only slightly tinged with fear spreading across his lips. “If it isn’t the knight in dusty polyester.” He sneers at me, but I see his gaze flick to the door, wondering where the rest of his men are.

“They’re dead,” I tell him flatly, and then the instant I see the three men in front of me start to react, I drop to one knee.

Their bullets go over my head, in the same instant that I fire three rapid shots, sending them crumpling to the ground. I dodge to one side, flinging myself away from all three of them as two of them reflexively fire again, fingers convulsing in their death throes. A bullet whizzes past me from Craig, burying itself in a pile of lumber behind me, and as another pings off of the metal, I hear Sabrina scream.

I dodge forward, and Craig fires, missing again. “You fucking?—”

His angry cry is cut off by a bullet to the kneecap. He screams, falling to the dirt as his gun flies out of his hand and spins away. I stride forward, kicking the weapon out of reach before shooting him in the kneecap a second time. He lies there in his own spreading blood, moaning in pain as I turn to Sabrina.

She’s wide-eyed, staring at me with a chalk-white face as if she’s never seen me before. “Are you hurt?” I ask sharply, and she shakes her head rapidly, swallowing hard.

“Kian—”

I circle around behind her, seeing her stare at Craig’s bleeding body while I cut the zip ties loose from her wrists. “Are you going to leave him like that?” she whispers as her wrists come free, her voice cracking, and I slide one arm around her, aiming my gun with my other hand.

“Don’t—”

Craig’s plea is cut off as I put a bullet through his head. Sabrina screams, burying her face in my chest, and as if on instinct, I put both of my arms around her, holding her close.

She lets out a long, shuddering sob, and before I realize what I’m doing, I smooth one hand over her hair, trying to soothe her. I’m angry with her, relieved that she’s alive and relatively unharmed—and something else, too, a feeling I shove away without examining. It’s a feeling that I don’t want to have, and that has no place in what I’m doing here .

“Come on,” I say quietly, leading her away from the bodies as we turn towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

—

Sabrina is silent as I lead her into the house. It takes everything in me to hold back my anger—which has only stoked itself on the drive back, as I’ve turned the situation over in my head—to remember that I need to be careful in how I approach this. I could run her off for good if I’m not cautious.

Or I could make sure that I get to keep her for as long as I want.

“Kian, I’m sorry.” Her voice is a quiet murmur as I put a hand on the small of her back, directing her towards the shower. “I didn’t think?—”

“You’re right.” My voice is cold and hard, but that’s better than letting her hear the hot anger that’s swirling through me. “You didn’t think. And we’ll talk about that later. But right now, I need to make sure you’re not hurt, and get you cleaned up.”

“They didn’t really hurt me,” she says, biting her lip as I open the bathroom door. “My wrists are a little sore, but?—”

I pick up her hand as soon as we walk into the bathroom, holding it in mine as I turn on the shower taps to start heating up. Her wrists are reddened where the men tightened the zip ties, and I feel a fresh wave of fury at the thought of them touching her, hurting her.

“I’m glad I fucking killed them,” I growl, looking down at the red marks, and Sabrina looks up, startled.

“All of them?” she whispers, and I nod.

“Don’t try to tell me it was the wrong thing to do, Sabrina,” I say flatly, adjusting the water as I start to tug her filthy t-shirt up over her head. “They kidnapped you. Hurt you. Would have tried to ransom you for their own gain. They deserved to die more slowly than they did, and they should all be grateful in whatever afterlife they’re in that it was only a bullet that killed them.”

A shiver runs through her, and when I look down at her face, her eyes are glossy. I’m surprised that she doesn’t argue with me—she was quick to be horrified at what I did to the man I caught outside her house. But she might be in too much shock to argue just now.

“I didn’t mean for all of this to happen,” she whispers. “I just—I couldn’t stand being cooped up, and I thought as long as I was in a public place…I didn’t think they’d come so far into town?—”

“Again—you didn’t think.” I undo the button of her jeans, yanking them down her hips. The sight of her naked body, even streaked with dirt, makes my cock twitch against my zipper. But the faint bruises and streaks of blood that I see on her skin make me see red, and my arousal is stifled by the surge of violence that every mark I see on her makes me feel.

The only one who should ever leave a mark on her is me.

“Get in the shower,” I tell her, a little more roughly than I mean to. “I’ll be in shortly.”

Sabrina nods, for once not fighting me. I hear her sigh as she steps under the hot water, and I strip off my clothing as quickly as I can, joining her in the small, steamy space as she tilts her head back under the spray.

I wait until she’s fully clean, scrubbed, and her hair washed, helping her when she seems unsteady. She blinks her eyes open after she rinses the soap from her hair, looking at me abashedly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I really didn’t?—”

“I know.” I reach behind her, switching off the shower. “Let’s get you dried off. And then we’re going to the bedroom.”

“We—” She blinks at me, as if she’s trying to figure out exactly what I’m implying. She presses her lips together, eyeing me with some suspicion as she takes one of the towels down from the rack, drying off as I do the same. I wrap mine around my waist, and press my hand against the small of her back, nudging her to the door.

“Let’s go, princess.”

“Kian—”

I gently push at her back, and she sucks in a breath, but starts walking. She remains silent all the way into the bedroom, until I drop my clothes that I brought with me on the floor, and gesture to the bed .

“Bend over, princess.”

“Kian, what?—”

“You can either bend over the bed, or I can bend you over it and tie your hands to the posts. Your choice. After what happened, I think your wrists need a break.” I narrow my eyes at her, reaching down to slide my belt free of the loops of my jeans. “But you disobeyed me, Sabrina. I told you to remain in the house, unless necessary, until I told you it was safe. Was it necessary to go out with your friends to the bar?”

Sabrina is staring at me, her blue eyes wide. “No, but?—”

“Was it necessary for you to have three drinks and then go outside because you forgot your phone?”

“How do you know?—”

“Answer me!”

“No!” she cries out, and there’s real fear in her voice. For a brief moment, it makes me waver, caught between a surge of concern for her that startles me with its ferocity, and my determination, mixed with growing excitement, to punish her. “No, but Kian?—”

“You need to be punished, princess. I gave you a chance to obey, and you didn’t. You put me in danger, and worse still, you put yourself in danger. Now, I’m going to make sure you remember not to do that in the future.” I step forward, twining my hand in her hair. “And I’ll be honest, princess. I’m going to get off on it, too.”

She starts to twist around, fury sparking in her eyes, but I tighten my hand in her hair. “Your choice, Sabrina. Bend over, or I’ll tie you up before I spank you. Either way, you’re going to get your pretty ass spanked. If you take it like a good girl, maybe you won’t get your ass fucked, too.”

“You wouldn’t?—”

“Oh, I’m dying to fuck every single one of your holes, princess,” I assure her. “And you’re going to enjoy it, too, I promise.”

“No, I won’t.” She tips her chin up, and I grin at her.

“I think I know what you’ll like, little rabbit,” I murmur, reaching up to drag the edge of my folded belt along the line of her jaw. “I’ve known from the start, and you’re well aware of it. You’ll come for me from this, too. Because deep down, you’re already excited. I bet if I slipped my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be wet for me.”

“I— no . I’m not—” she sputters, and I chuckle, dropping my belt onto the bed as I reach down to slide my fingers between her folds.

“Kian!” she cries out, and I know why a second later, when I slide my fingers against her clit and pull them away, sticky with her arousal.

“That’ll be a few more strokes for lying,” I murmur. “Now pick, princess. Bend over, or I’ll tie you up.”

Her eyes are sparking with fury, but I can see them starting to glaze over with arousal, too. She might not be sure if she wants this, but she’s curious, and her body is reacting to it. I see her weighing her options, deciding which one she’s going to pick—and then slowly, she leans forward, bending over the end of the bed as she stretches her hands out above her head, turning her face to one side as she looks at me suspiciously.

“Good girl,” I murmur, picking up my belt as I circle around behind her. “Ten strokes, I think. And you’re going to count out loud for me, princess. If you miss one, I’ll repeat it until you say it. Do you understand?”

She gives a small nod, and I chuckle, enjoying her lingering defiance. My cock pushes against the towel, still wrapped around my hips, already stiff with anticipation of what I’m going to do to her.

“Say yes, sir ,” I command, and Sabrina flushes. I see her hesitate, and I tap the belt against the curve of her ass, making her flinch. “I don’t like having to repeat myself, princess.”

Sabrina licks her lips nervously. “Yes, sir,” she whispers, and from the way her breath catches, I think she liked saying it much more than she’d be willing to admit.

I stroke the belt over one side of her ass, letting her get used to the feeling of the leather against her skin. And then I raise my hand, looking at her creamy flesh for a lingering moment before I bring the belt down with a heavy crack .

Sabrina cries out instantly, raising her head as her body rears back. “Ow!” she yelps, and I laugh, even as my cock throbs from the sight of the red mark on her perfect flesh. This mark is one I left on her, and I’m eager to see her painted red with stripes from my belt before I fuck her hard.

Before I remind her that she’s mine.

“Count,” I say sharply, and Sabrina sucks in a breath.

“One,” she mutters, her fingers clawing into the blankets as she anticipates the next stroke. Her body jerks again as the leather comes out, and she cries out: “ Two !”

By the time I reach five, I’m so hard it hurts. Sabrina’s ass looks painfully sexy, striped in red from my belt, and I jerk the towel free from my hips before my cock pushes it loose anyway, letting my length jut out in front of me, throbbing and dripping pre-cum as I pause briefly, looking down at her.

“Spread your legs wider, princess,” I instruct. “I want to see how wet you get for me while I spank you.”

She opens her mouth, as if she’s about to deny it, and then thinks better of it. Slowly, her cheeks flushing as red as her ass, she spreads her legs apart, moving them further with each insistent more from me, until I can see every inch of her perfect pussy exposed for my pleasure.

She’s swollen and open, flushed and wet, and my cock jerks as I imagine how good it will feel to slide into her tight heat. “Keep counting,” I order, bringing the belt down again, and as she cries out six , I hear that cry soften into a moan.

“Are you starting to enjoy your punishment, princess?” I tease, bringing the belt down again. “I can see how wet you are. I can hear the sounds you’re making. Why don’t you go ahead and admit that this is turning you on? That you like taking your punishment like a good girl?”

“No,” Sabrina bites out, just as I bring the belt down again. “ Seven . No, I’m not enjoying it?—”

She lets out a scream as I bring the belt up sharply between her thighs, cracking the leather against her swollen pussy, the end of it hitting her clit. Her legs tremble and shake, her knees buckling, and she barely keeps herself upright as she lets out a shuddering moan .

“That hurt, didn’t it, princess?” I don’t wait for her to say anything, as she nods, her eyes filling with tears. “But it felt good, too.”

She nods again, sniffing as she drops her head back against the blanket.

“That one didn’t count,” I add. “You still need to take three more. Lie to me again, princess, and I’ll spank your pussy as many times as I spanked your ass before I fuck your tight little hole.”

I bring the belt down again as I say it, and Sabrina lets out a helpless moan. “ Eight ,” she whimpers, and I reach down with my left hand, running it along my cock for a moment’s relief before I bring the belt down twice more in quick succession.

When she moans out ten , I can’t take it any longer.

I drop the belt, take one quick step closer, and grab her hip firmly with one hand as I thrust into her hard.

Her ass is hot to the touch from her punishment, and I feel her skin burn against my hips as I slam into her, sinking to the hilt. Sabrina lets out a cry that might be pleasure or pain, a sobbing moan escaping from her lips, and I thrust again, harder still, before wrapping one hand in her hair and tugging her head back.

“You’re never going to do that again,” I growl, leaning in so that my lips are close to her ear. I feel a shudder run through her as my mouth nearly brushes it, and I grind my hips against her, making sure every inch of my cock is buried inside. “You’re never going to put yourself in that kind of danger. Do you understand me, Sabrina? If you do, I won’t just spank you and then fuck you. I’ll tie you up and edge you until you’re crying. I’ll spank your ass and thighs and pussy until they’re red, and then cover you in my cum and leave you there. Do you understand me?”

Her pussy flutters around me with every word, her moans telling me that my threats are turning her on, whether she likes it or not. “Yes,” she gasps out, her back arching as I pull her head back, my other hand coming up to wrap around her throat as I start to thrust again. “I understand, Kian— god !”

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” I promise her, hips thrusting steadily as I sink into her tight heat over and over, the ecstasy of it rolling over me in waves. “I’m never going to use a condom when I’m inside of you, princess. I’m going to come in you until you fucking taste it. And I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum every chance I get. Until you remember that you’re mine .”

She gasps, her ass bucking back against me with every thrust, her hips grinding against the bed to get some friction on her clit. “I’m not going to just give you an orgasm this time,” I warn her, my hands still wrapped around her throat and in her hair, bracing myself as I pound into her. “So come on my cock if you can, princess. This is a punishment, remember?”

From the way she clenches around me, I don’t think she’s going to have any problem coming for me. She cries out as I thrust again, grinding into her, pressing her hard enough into the edge of the bed that I know she’s getting some friction on her clit. I see her start to move one hand, as if to reach down and touch herself, and I slap the side of her ass hard, letting go of her throat just long enough to do it before grasping her there again.

“Don’t fucking think about it, princess,” I snap. “Come from my cock, or you don’t get to come at all.”

“I—” she gasps, writhing in my grasp as I feel my own orgasm nearing. “I’m going to come, Kian. Oh god, I?—”

She bucks against me, hard, as I feel her clench and ripple around me, her tight heat pulling me deeper as she starts to come. Her moan turns into a strangled cry, muffled by my grip on her throat as I thrust once more, and I give in to the pressure in my cock, driving me over the edge too, as I start to come so hard I swear I see fucking stars.

Nothing can compare to how it feels to fill Sabrina up. How fucking good it feels to drive into her, spurting cum as I feel her writhing on my length, how incredibly erotic it is to watch her lose herself underneath me. I keep my grip on her throat, her breathless moans only making me orgasm harder as I hold myself inside of her as deeply as I can go, my chest heaving as I groan my own pleasure aloud.

Sabrina sags against the bed the instant I let her go, collapsing in a breathless heap as I pull out of her. My cum drips down her thighs, and I take a step back, reaching out to run my hand over the curve of her ass.

“You took that very well,” I praise her, gently reaching for her to help move her up further onto the bed. “You felt so good, princess. That was perfect.”

Sabrina lets out a low moan, her head falling onto the pillows. “I’m so tired,” she whispers, and I reach for a blanket, tugging it up over her naked body as her eyes flutter closed.

“Get some rest,” I say quietly, looking down at her atop her bed. Something unfamiliar twitches in my chest as I look at her, and I frown, fighting back the feeling as best as I can.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” she asks sleepily, and before I can think better of it, I nod.

“Yes, princess. I’ll be here.”