Hostage by N.S. Moore Read Free Book Online

hotwired another car or we took off on foot. We’re good for tonight.”
    The good thing is that we’re safe.
    The bad thing is that we can smell the food being cooked above us at the pizza place. My stomach growls. Wren’s might have too.
    “I’m kind of hungry,” she says quietly.
    “Give it another hour and we’ll get something.” She looks at me like I’m insane.
    “Or…” she begins, “I could go upstairs and get something. I have cash. I can get us food and bring it down here.”
    I laugh out loud, and that hopeful look on her face disappears. “You don’t get it, do you? People are looking for you too, Princess. And not just your daddy and the cops. Deke and Farris? They saw you. You hit fucking Farris in the face. You think a guy like that is going to just forget it?” I raise my voice as I straighten to my feet, and I can tell that I’m scaring her.
    Good. Less chance of her walking away on her own.
    “You may not have stolen anything. You’re not a wanted criminal. But you’ve definitely pissed off the wrong people. If they even get a whiff of you, they’re going to come after you.”
    “But…but…”
    I lean down close into her face. Her eyes going wide, and I can see the pulse in her neck jumping. “And they’re not going to play nice like I have,” I say through clenched teeth. “They’re going to enjoy you for a while. Repeatedly.”
    She swallows hard.
    “They’ll make you wish that you were dead by the time they’re done doing all kinds of things with your body. So no. You’re not going to just skip upstairs and grab us some dinner. Got it?”
    She nods, and I notice tears forming in her eyes. For a minute, I feel like shit. She didn’t ask for this—any of this. I dragged her into it, and unfortunately, it’s up to me to get her out of it.
    Get both of us out of this.
    Eventually.
    I sit back down beside her, and if I’m not mistaken, she shifts closer. What the fuck? I look over at her, and sure enough, she’s almost plastered to my side. I continue to stare at her until her eyes meet mine.
    “Don’t let them get me, Code,” she says softly, weakly.
    Hell, maybe I took the threat earlier a little too far.
    Her eyes shift from mine to my lips and back again. Her pink tongue comes out to lick her lips. “Promise me that you won’t let them take me.”
    Her breath is hot on my cheek now, and my cock begins to twitch.
    Then she puts her hand on my thigh and all of the remaining blood in my head rushes south. I could cut fucking diamonds, my cock is so hard. How can I even be thinking about sex right now when things are so fucked up?
    Reaching up, I cup her cheek in my hand. It’s filthy compared to her creamy white skin, and I feel like I shouldn’t even be touching her.
    But I can’t help myself.
    “No one’s taking you, Wren,” I say gruffly as she leans in a little closer.
    Except me, I think darkly and lower my mouth to hers.

Nine
    Wren
     
    My plan is working.
    It’s definitely working.
    Code is totally turned on as he kisses me hard. He’s thinking about nothing but sex. It’s where I need him to be. It will distract him, soften him, something, anything that might work to my advantage.
    It’s wrong and sick and weird that I’m totally turned on too, but I just have to go with that. Survival is more important than the way my pussy is pulsing with desire right now.
    I moan against his mouth because Code is just so much . He’s so much of everything—so big, strong, hard, and demanding. His mouth is devouring mine, his lips moving urgently, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
    I open to him—not just because I know it’s the smartest strategy but because I want to. I want to feel even more of him.
    He pushes forward with his weight until I’m on my back on the box, which is kind of uncomfortable and unstable but it only sends the spiraling excitement clouding my mind even higher. I clutch at his broad shoulders and try to hang on.
    “Fuck,”