Chapter 3

She panted, terrified that he was really going to hurt her now.

"Name a price," he growled in her ear, licking the skin just below.

Jenna shivered, her thoughts scattering as his hot tongue traced a path along her neck. She was terrified of the man holding her, but his tongue was distracting her, making her feel things she'd never felt before. Maybe this is what a panic attack felt like? She was pretty sure she was hyperventilating, which was definitely a symptom of panic.

"No… no price," she gasped, dread filling her chest. She'd gone through this with the other guy. But somehow she didn't think this guy would take it as well as the other one. "I won't be bribed into doing something illegal. I could lose my job!"

He seemed to think about this before speaking. "So, you refuse to be bought?" he drawled, almost conversationally, though she could feel the chill emanating from him. This was a man who wasn't used to people telling him no. "What if the price tag was something you've been trying to purchase for a very long time? What if I can get you your daughter, Lola?"

Jenna went stiff as a board in his arms, her breath catching in her throat. A moment later a whimper of pain emerged before all hell broke loosed. Or as much hell as someone so much smaller was able to unleash on someone his size. She screamed insults, scratched at his hand where it held hers and kicked for all she was worth.

"You piece of shit son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled. "How dare you suggest I drag my beautiful, innocent daughter into whatever fucked up shit you have planned at the prison? I'll claw your eyes out before I let you say her name again. You miserable bastard! How dare you think you can corrupt my feelings for my child!"

He seemed almost stunned by her fury, allowing her to freak out for a brief time, before he shut it down. Probably because the neighbors could hear and might call the cops. He picked her up, spun her around and slammed her back into the wall, dazing her into shutting up. He loomed above her, menacing in the moonlight coming through the window. She could finally see him and it was terrifying. He was probably half a foot taller than her with thick muscles corded across his shoulders and roping down his arms. His hair was dark, maybe black or dark brown and cut severely short. He had a few days growth of stubble as though he couldn't be bothered to shave. Even in the darkness she could see the tattoos snaking up his neck and the teardrop tattoo underneath one eye.

He stared down at her, fury glowing in his dark eyes. He drew back his fist. Jenna flinched and cried out as it crashed through the wall next to her head. Drywall danced in the air around her face making her cough as she breathed it in. He pulled his fist back, placed his hand on the wall next to her head. "You're lucky I don't take out babies or my next plan would be to go after Lola."

She stared up at him with wide terrified eyes, unsure what to say or do. Though she didn't trust him, she clung to his words. He wouldn't hurt Lola; he didn't hurt babies.

His eyes roved over her. He seemed to be deciding something. He brought his hand up to her face. She flinched back, smacking her head into the wall. He ignored her and brushed his fingers down her cheek and over her lips. He stopped on the bottom one, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it out slightly and then releasing it. His fingers were so big his thumb nearly took up her entire lip.

"What… what are you doing?' she asked.

"I have to find a way to get that message to my man, Jenna."

She stared at him with wide, blue eyes. She didn't understand until he started to lower his head. "No!" she gasped and tried to lunge away. He grabbed her arm and yanked her into his chest, lifting her up onto her toes while he dropped his head to hers. He held her chin.

"Give me another choice," he said, his breath fanning over her lips as his mouth descended.

"Please don't!"

"I like hearing you beg," he said darkly just before taking her lips in a kiss that told her exactly how he would tame her if she refused to take his message. He forced her mouth to open beneath his and thrust his tongue into the silken recesses, heedless of the hands pushing against his chest.

She tried to push his face away with frantic hands and succeeded in scratching his cheek. Annoyed, he took her hands and forced them down and behind her back, holding them tightly in one hand. He wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her up onto her toes, reclaiming her lips once more in a brutal kiss. She moaned into his mouth, dominated, distressed and aroused. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man and she was starting to feel the first stirrings of a response for her captor. She was helpless to fight him... or herself.

It felt like the kiss continued forever though it probably only lasted for a few minutes. When he finally released her lips, Jenna was shaking in his arms. Her hands were still twisted behind her back, which thrust her breasts forward into his chest. The posture shouldn't have been provocative in her scrubs, but her generous curves made most of her clothes look a little on the provocative side. His breathing seemed to be more rapid too, as though he was just as affected as she was. He slid a hand to her waist and felt around until his long, thick fingers touched bare skin drawing an alarmed gasp from her.

"Oh god, what are you doing?" she pleaded with him. "Stop it, please!"

He groaned and grinned down at her, flashing white teeth in the darkness. "Baby, you have no idea what it does to me when you beg like that."

"I'm not begging!" she snapped breathlessly and then let out a yell of shock as his hand slid up her bare stomach and cupped her bra covered breast.

He gave her a stern look, reminding her of the no screaming rule.

Jenna moaned and pressed her lips together.

He curved his hand over her breast and hefted it in his hand. He looked down at her in appreciation. "Nice," he said.

"Fuck you," she hissed.

"God, I'm starting to hope so," he answered back in a low voice filled with grim appreciation.

Her head spun. What did that even mean?

Suddenly he his fingers found her nipple and he squeezed, twisting the tender peak, hard, mercilessly. She cried out and tried to arch her body away from him, tears coming to her eyes.

"Sorry, baby," he murmured, almost regretfully. "Needed your attention, since you refuse to play any other kind of ball with me."

He pushed her back against the wall, his hand squeezing her breast tightly. He dropped his head until his eyes were level with hers. "I need you to take Enrico a message. If he doesn't get my message, I will be very angry. You understand?"

She stared up at him mutely.

She could see frustration gathering in his eyes, his thumb flicked over her abused nipple drawing a soft cry from her. She tried to squirm away, but he blocked her. He took her chin in his free hand and forced her face up to his.

"If Enrico doesn't get this message, I will be back for you, Jenna. I will take you and I will make you my slave. The things that I will do to you will make what I did here look like a lover's sweet touch. I will fuck you, Jenna. I will fuck you up, use you up and then throw you out like trash. You are disposable to me, little girl. You need to nod if you understand?" His deep voice was so menacing Jenna thought she might faint from sheer fright.

No such luck. She never had been the fainting type, which is part of the reason she became a nurse.

She jerked her head in a nod, bruising her chin a little against his thumb. He released her and stepped back. Jenna's legs gave out and she sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. She stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"You need to trust that you don't want to see me again."