Little Bird (Caged #1) Read online

  “That’s a fucking lie, Megs, and you know it.” His growl is deep and he storms toward me, slamming me to the wall by my throat. “One fucking week.” His breath is heavy on my neck. “One week and all I can fucking think about is tasting you again.”

  My breathing picks up and the pressure he has on my throat is making me want to give in.

  “I’ve had company. Get your hand off me before you scare my company,” I quietly, calmly say.

  “Your company is in my way. I honestly don’t fucking care if that bitch watches, I need to fuck you.” He’s not loosening his grip on my neck and his other hand has made its way down and into my shorts. “That’s what I need,” he whispers into my ear as his fingers find me.

  Grabbing his wrist, I remove his hand. “You’re such a Neanderthal,” I say pushing him back. “I have a child in the house. My nephew, and you met my sister. I’m sorry I can’t fill your fantasies tonight.”

  “Doubtful,” he growls then pushes me back against the wall and pushes his forearm against my collarbone.

  When his lips slam to mine I instinctively moan, and when his fingers find me again, I lose the will to fight him off. He’s strong, and the deeper I bury my nails into his arm, the harder his fingers work on getting me off.

  “God,” I growl. “I fucking hate you.” At the last of my words, my nails scratch down his arm as my thighs tremble with orgasm. I sink my teeth into his shoulder through his shirt to muffle my scream.

  He slips his fingers out of me and pushes them to my lips. “Taste what I’ve been missing all week.”

  I open, part of me wanting to bite him as hard as I can, but just the taste of my arousal has me forgetting that plan. When I moan he pushes his erection against me.

  “All fucking week, Megs.”

  He’s not leaving until I give him what he wants and he’s such a fucking pig, he’ll do it in front of Regina or the child.

  Shoving him away from me, I seethe, “Go in my bedroom and fucking wait.”

  With a cocky laugh he walks into my room, slamming the door behind him. What man in their right mind would do this? A man that’s trying to get something more than just sex.

  “Regina,” I quietly say while rushing into the bathroom.

  “Birdie, look!” Bronson shouts trying to show me his bubble beard.

  “You look sophisticated.” I try to smile but fall short. “Listen to me,” I whisper grabbing Regina’s arms so her attention is on me. “When I go into my bedroom, take Bronson and go to a hotel for the night.”

  “Birdie, I don’t have the money for that.”

  “Don’t interrupt me,” I quietly snap at her. “Take the money from my wallet and you can take my car.”

  “Your Jag?” she blurts.

  “Shut up,” I hiss, so close to snapping her neck. She is the most annoying woman I’ve ever had to deal with since my mother. “Stay there until I call you.”

  “Is that guy your boyfriend?” She grins at me.

  “I said shut up.” I glance toward Bronson who’s staring at me with fear. “If I find out you didn’t go to a hotel and you went to score drugs or somewhere just as stupid. Do you know what will happen to you, and him?”

  “I promise you, Birdie.” She’s fucking lying but I don’t know what else to do right now.

  And not because Lucas is waiting for sex, but because tonight I find out who the fuck he is and what he wants from me. I can’t do that with Regina and Bronson here because I plan on fucking it out of him.

  I sigh and drop my head. “Regina.” Letting her arm go, I close my eyes and Bronson’s frightened face flashes behind my lids. I look at the boy, almost just walking into my room and slitting Lucas’s throat to get the nuisance to go away. “Just keep quiet when you leave.”

  I walk into my bedroom to him standing there looking impatient as ever.

  “What took you so long?” He growls before grabbing me and slamming me to the wall, his mouth on mine.

  “I have company.” I shove him back. “We could take this to your house?” I’m more comfortable in my element because I know where every hidden weapon is, but the boner straining in his jeans tells me he’s actually here for sex, not to kill me.

  “Just shut up.” He rips my blouse off, literally rips, buttons pop and all.

  Before I can scream at him for ruining my Harvey Nichols Red Valentino, his mouth is over mine again and the pressure of his body against mine and his hands desperately pulling to get me closer has me melting into him with a moan.

  “Lucas,” I moan trying to push away from him, but he doesn’t let me.

  “I need this,” he growls, tugging my bra off, leaving red marks from his fingers and that’s when I give in, shoving him backward with a force that makes him fall over the chest at the end of my bed.

  There’s a heat in his eyes but at the same time his guard is up. He trusts me about as much as I trust him and that’s a dead giveaway that he’s not who he says he is. When I straddle him, pulling at his shirt, he tries to flip me to my back, but I need the lead. I want it, for once I want to feel what it’s like to be in charge. I slam him back by his shoulders and go for his mouth. Something I don’t normally do.

  Kissing is too intimate but he tastes minty and his tongue and lips on mine feel like we’re in sync in a way I’ve never experienced with a person. In a way I thought Jasper and I would have, until he showed me the truth.

  Me and Lucas are in tune with our bodies, that much is obvious, because he’s not dead and I’m eager to fuck him, but when our mouths connect, I feel like we could be in tune with something much more manipulative. I wonder who he works for and if he’s willing to make a career change. I think us together, going to the levels I plan on to overthrow Jasper, I think it could be the best union I’ll ever experience. I can keep him around to fuck, but possibly involve him with my thoughts.

  God! Why do I feel like he’d be someone who understands me and could possibly be the male version of me? Something I once thought would become between me and Jasper.

  “Megs,” he rasps and I realize my thoughts overcame me and my fingers are stopped on the button of his jeans.

  “Let me lead,” I say with too much request in my tone, and when he cocks his head like he’s trying to figure me out, I drag my nails down his chest, enjoying the slowly rising marks.

  He grabs my wrists and we spin with ease so I’m on bottom now.

  “Can’t,” he says, his teeth clamping my nipple.

  “Fuck!” screams from me and I hope Regina has already left.

  “Quiet, don’t want your sister and nephew to hear,” he snarls like he knows the truth.

  I want to squeeze the life from Lucas’s throat while I ride him to orgasm. I think this is what Jasper must feel like at times.

  Picking me up, he throws me to the center of the bed and growls, “My lead.”

  I know how to play a man to get what I want. Any man except Jasper, that is. And I wonder if Lucas is a typical man or more like Jasper. My attraction to him is he reminds me of the man I thought Jasper would be to me, but more than likely he’s probably your typical male that would eat out of my hand if I mustered tears.

  “I’ve never lead,” I say with pathetic undertones of sadness I don’t actually feel. Eat, my pet, eat. “Let me take charge just this once.”

  He’s over me, staring down at me sympathetically and I almost laugh because he’s so predictable. They’re always so predictable.

  With a gentle shove, I get him to his back and drag my nails down his legs as I pull down his jeans. I wanted to play, tease, maybe give him a few more marks, but when he springs free and is standing tall and at attention waiting for me, I don’t have the willpower to wait. As I position him, I sink down hard and fast and wrap my hands around his throat. His hand grabs my wrist but he doesn’t make me stop. The harder I thrust over him, the tighter my grip on his neck gets.

  Not loosening and continuing the methodical roll of my hips, I lean down and c
lamp his lip in my teeth, biting until I draw blood. He likes things rough and the thrill that brings me has me tightening my hands on his throat, wondering what it’d feel like if I didn’t stop.

  He’s trusting me, but won’t remove his hand from my wrist as a precautionary measure. As I stare down at him, slamming over him harder and harder, and his face is getting redder and redder, the orgasm building inside is one of the most liberating feelings I think I’ll ever experience.

  Yes I want to kill Lucas, but I know this fun will be over, so I won’t. Maybe make him go unconscious because I can’t stop now or I’ll lose this build.

  I dig my nails into his neck as my body starts to uncontrollably vibrate, and when the orgasm hits, I gasp in a breath as if I’m the one being strangled. I let his neck go, giving into the sensation of complete bliss taking over my body from one orgasm. That is until he grabs my throat and we spin and he slams me into my mattress by not only his hand on my throat, but a forceful thrust of his hips. It gets him deep enough I scream from pain that immediately turns to pleasure when he withdraws and does it again and again, applying more pressure on my throat that I feel the start of unconsciousness.

  As my eyes close, he lets go and grabs my hair yanking my head to get his mouth to mine and I lose it again, cumming so hard that I still feel like I could black out because it all came on so fast and he’s kissing me so deep I’m still unable to get air but this orgasm is better than the last. This orgasm might be the best one yet and the epiphany that Lucas can bring pain and pleasure without scarring me makes me want to keep him locked in my basement for personal pleasure until death.

  He was never letting me lead, he was getting what he wanted and that was to make me cum so fucking hard I’ll never forget it.

  His grunts and my moans are loud enough that if I had close neighbors, they could probably hear us, but it wouldn’t stop me. I need this. Him. Him fucking me, I mean.

  “You’re bleeding,” I moan when I see the blood rolling from his neck.

  His response is to slam harder while pinching my nipple so tight I tremble from the pain.

  Digging my hand into his hair, I yank and pull to get his neck to my lips and I drag my tongue over his blood. My eyes roll back as orgasm takes over from the vile but arousing taste of his blood. This time he cums with me, barely able to ride out my orgasm because his is contracting his muscles so hard it’s hitting him in jerky movements but it doesn’t ruin my orgasm. The feel of him emptying inside of me and his blood on my tongue has my fucked up fantasies carrying me through to the end.

  This is how I want to be fucked for the rest of my life. And the thought that this might be my last time with Lucas is bitter sweet. Enough so that when he collapses next to me, I actually roll toward him and rest my head on his shoulder while draping my leg across him. It’s an odd feeling being this close to someone because I don’t cuddle, but I look at this as my way of saying thank you. He can take it or leave it, and when his arm wraps around me, pulling me just a little closer, I assume he’s taking it.

  We pant, catching our breath and I’d prefer to revel in this gratitude for the other’s body a little longer, but I don’t have longer, I want to know whom he works for and I want to know right now before my body shuts down for the night to recuperate.

  “Who do you work for and why won’t you leave me alone?” I ask into his chest.

  I hit the mattress as he slips out from under me and starts dressing like he’s in a hurry.

  “So by the way. Regina? That’s her name? I’ve got to kill her. And that kid too.” He has no regard for their lives and it’s a surprise that he might be as cold and calculating as me the way he shrugs like it means nothing to have to kill a kid.

  “What?” I sit up, unsure if this means he works for Jasper or he works for the people that want Regina.

  I quickly put it together in my head. When Lucas showed up a few weeks ago, there were no problems with Regina. He’s working for Jasper.

  “You’re not dense, Megs. Don’t play stupid. Your ‘sister’. She’s gotta go.” With an impassive shrug he slides his shoes on.

  With a chuckle, I get off the bed and slip my robe on. “You work for Jasper,” I mutter pulling open the side table drawer at my back. I laugh harder. “And the Milkeys? You had to kill them why?” I ask pulling my tactical boot knife from the drawer discreetly while he dresses like after that fuck he’s recharged and ready to go.

  “Where is she? I know they left. Just tell me where they went and I’ll be on my way. Good fuck though, I’ll give ya that much.” He slides his shirt over his head and has the balls to fucking grin at me!

  “You’re as stupid as you look,” I snarl before jabbing the knife into his gut. But I’m the stupid one; he grabs my arm and dodges left before the knife penetrates, then shoves me back.

  “Way too fucking predictable, Megan.” He slams my body against the wall and twists my wrist, making the knife fall to the floor and he kicks it away.

  “I’m not going to let you kill them, Lucas,” I bark as he heads toward my bedroom door and I grab my gun from under the side table.

  He laughs and reaches into his pocket then opens his hand showing me my bullets.

  “I’m trained for this shit, whereas you’re winging it.” He slides the bullets back into his pocket and shakes his head. “We can both get on with our night if you could just tell me where they went so I can finish my job.” His eyes narrow at me as the last of the words leave his lips.

  I stare at him a moment as my next plan of attack surfaces. Dropping my head I muster a pathetic voice. “I wasn’t hiding the gun, Lucas. I didn’t know I needed to hide shit from you. It’s to protect myself.” I sniffle and swipe at the tears I’ve managed to painfully squeeze out of my eyes. “I thought we had something?” I squeak looking up at him.

  He storms across the room grabbing my neck and lifting, applying just enough pressure to slow airflow. “The only thing we had was a couple really fucking good fucks. That’s it. I know you’re not this stupid, Megan. Those fake tears don’t fool me. Just like that fake smile you plaster on for everyone.” His eyes are darker and more sinister than the character he’s been playing since we met. “You don’t have to tell me where she is. I will find her. And when I do, I will make sure she knows you’re the one that failed her right before I watch the life leave her whore body.”

  God I hate him. I hate myself more for not realizing he worked for Jasper.

  “You are as stupid as you look.” I grab his wrist to give myself leverage. “And my faked orgasm seemed to fool you,” I snarl before bringing my knee up between his legs and he groans letting my throat go.

  As I fall to the floor and he drops to his knees, I lunge for the knife but not before he’s crawling up my back, digging his fingers into my flesh to keep my hand just out of reach. I’m still reaching and he’s still fighting through the pain his balls are in, but there’s something I just can’t ignore.

  Cocking my eyebrow, I turn my head and ask, “Do you really have a boner right now?”

  His anger almost slips, but instead, a slow grin appears on his face. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, sweetheart. My gun is always waiting and ready to go.” He takes that moment to swiftly grab the knife and press it to my neck. “I can either slit your throat now or later, sweets. You pick. Are you going to tell me where the hell she is?” The knife presses into my throat but not with enough pressure, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on at the familiar feeling. “Or are you going to make me force it out of you?”

  “I think I like that idea,” I say wrapping my legs around his waist and pivoting to push against him while I press into the knife enough it splits skin. “You forgot who you’re fucking with, Vanilla.” I rock my hips to rub against him.

  “Goddamn, you’re a twisted bitch.” He watches the knife as it slowly draws across my skin. “Red’s a beautiful color on you.”

  “I have to agree.” I free my hand from behind my b
ack and get him in the temple with my fist, splitting the soft skin and drawing the blood I wanted. His weight pushes harder down onto me so I can’t free myself, and the stunning blow makes the anger across his face remind me of Jasper.

  “Motherfucking bitch,” he growls before removing his hand from my throat and slapping me across the face, the knife handle hitting me hard enough to split my lip. “I knew I never should have fucked you. Women get all these fucking ideas in their pretty little heads.” He pushes off me, cursing, then touches his temple. “Goddamn whore.” Standing, he storms toward the door. “I’m going to find her, Megs. And when I do, she’s going to wish she never met you.”

  Fucking idiot will be dragging himself out that door before I let him just walk. If he does work for Jasper, I know his threat is good, and I refuse to let him kill the boy.

  “I did have a good idea about us.” I slowly get to my feet while he’s distracted by the blood covering his hand from his temple. “Men always have to fuck that up.” I jab the Kunai knife that’s always under my mattress into his hip and even through the pain, he shoves me against the wall before screaming in agony and pulling the short blade from his side.

  “You just never know when to fucking stop, do you?” he bellows moving towards me. Leaning down, he presses his hand into the wound on my neck. “You’re not stupid, Megan. Don’t act like it. You know, as well as I do, if I don’t do my job… if you don’t deliver on yours… we both are as good as dead.” He hisses and pushes his hand to his hip where blood is starting to soak his jeans. “You know I have to do this, why are you fucking fighting it?!” He stands and punches the wall, a hole forming where his fist went through and I gasp by the damage he’s caused to my bedroom.

  “Are you really stupid enough to think I’d let you leave here alive, Lucas? I’m not going to let you kill them!” I scream lunging for him again.

  My small frame isn’t a match against his build and the minute he realizes I’m lunging for him he slams me against the wall, pulling his gun from its holster.