Assassin’s Captive

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She is the victim, and he is her captor. But when the time comes, can she really leave him?

Chloe has been set up. Hired to deliver an envelope to an address and hand it to the occupant, she has no idea where she has been sent. But she soon discovers that she has stumbled into a world she never knew existed, a world of rough, cruel men who live violent, secret lives. They work for the most secret part of the government, one that doesn’t exist officially. She didn’t mean to intrude into their space, but now she’s done it and they’ve caught her. But, perhaps to her good fortune, the first moment their leader, Jax, lays eyes on her, he claims her as his own.

Chloe must learn that she cannot trespass into their world without paying a price for it, and Jax will exact that price from her. She must be punished and conquered. She will learn that obedience to him is the only thing that will save her. But what Chloe doesn’t know yet is that Jax is never going to let her go. When she mistakenly entered their space, she sealed her fate. She must belong to Jax, body and soul, or the price she pays will be too great to bear.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy action romance contains graphic scenes and a theme of power exchange.

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Chloe stood on the sidewalk, dusk settling around her, and gazed doubtfully at the nondescript building in front of her. She peered at the address on the piece of paper she held; it was indeed the correct address, but everything about it seemed wrong. The place was dark and foreboding, just like the neighborhood in which it stood. The skin crawled on the back of her neck and every instinct was clamoring for her to get out while she could. And yet, if she could just hand the envelope she held to the right person, her job would be done and she could pay the rent for another month. Hesitantly, she stepped forward, her hand raised to knock on the door. Before she could carry out the motion, the door burst open and a burly, rough looking man grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. She opened her mouth to scream and he clapped a hand over it, dragging her deeper inside, to a room deep in shadows. There were some other men in the room, though she couldn’t get a clear look at any of them.

“What the fuck?”

The man holding her said, “She was about to knock on the door.”

“Son of a bitch. What the hell is she doing here?” The voice came from the other side of the room.

Chloe was frozen in terror, wondering what she had walked into and wishing desperately that she had never taken this job.

“Put her in a chair while we figure out what’s going on.”

She was propelled across the room to a chair and pushed down into it. The man who had grabbed her secured her arms and legs to the chair with zip ties and silenced her by pressing a piece of tape over her mouth. Then he joined the others in the shadows, where they talked quietly, too quietly for her to make out what they were saying. They had the envelope she had brought with her and they wasted no time in opening it and examining the paperwork inside. The tension in the room increased as they looked over the paper, and one of them swore fervently.

“Get the boss.”

Another man walked out and a minute later, a man, clearly one of authority, strode into the room, followed by the man who had gone to get him. “Turn on a light,” he said irritably. “It’s too late to hide your faces now.”

Chloe blinked as the lights came on and she could clearly see the half dozen men who were gathered together. The man who had just joined them walked over to her and studied her closely.

“I’m going to take this tape off your mouth and you’re not going to do anything stupid, like scream. Understood?”

Chloe nodded and he jerked the tape off her face, causing her to let out a little yelp.

“Who are you?” he asked brusquely.

“I-I’m just a messenger. I was to deliver an envelope to this address, that’s all.”

“Do you know what was in the envelope?”

“No, of course not. Like I said, I’m just a messenger.” Her eyes traveled over him and she registered the fact that he looked fit and tough, with dark, tousled hair and flinty gray eyes.

“You made a bad mistake by coming here,” he said diffidently. “Name?”

“Yes, that’s been clear for a few minutes now,” she retorted sarcastically. “I-I am Chloe.”

He raised an eyebrow at her and seemed to really look at her for the first time. His gaze travelled over her thick, auburn hair, pulled back into a heavy tail, and her snapping green eyes. When he took his time looking over her voluptuous curves, she couldn’t stop the wave of heat that swept through her groin, triggering a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her face flushed and he looked at her mockingly, as if he knew exactly what her reaction had been.

“If you’ll just let me out of this chair, I’ll be out of here and you’ll never see me again.”

He was shaking his head slowly. “That’s not going to happen, little girl. You were set up, I’m sure, but it’s too late now. You can’t leave here.”

“Want me to take care of her, boss?” asked one of the other men.

His eyes had never left her. He was silent for a long moment and then he reached out and cupped her chin in his hand, raising her face to his. He rubbed his thumb over her lips and she was shocked when her nerve endings prickled in response to his touch on her full, lower lip; her belly crawled with heat and she shuddered as goosebumps covered her skin. Finally, he said, “No. She’s mine. I’ll take care of her punishment and nobody else will touch her. Clear?”

The others murmured their understanding, although there were a few surreptitious glances exchanged. But they knew better than to question him. Chloe was still trying to understand the words he had said. Punishment? What the hell was he talking about? Who the hell were they and what had she walked into? And what had he meant when he said she’d been set up? She looked at the other men and realized that all of them were fit and tough looking.

Plucking up her courage, she asked, “Who are you? What is this place?”

He stared at her coolly and said, “Those are questions you don’t want to know the answers to. I’m Jax. That’s all you need to know. You belong to me now and you’re going to do as you’re told.”

His words were outrageous. “I don’t belong to anybody! What the hell are you talking about?”

When he spoke again, his voice was level and deadly calm. “You need to understand the gravity of what you’ve done. When you came here, you made a very big mistake, one that can’t be undone. The life you lived up until this point is over now. You are mine and the sooner you accept that, the better for you. You have to be punished for what you’ve done and I will be the one to punish you.”

She felt surreal, as if she was in the middle of a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. “Please. Just let me go. I’ll never speak of any of this to anyone. I just want to go home and forget it.”

“Not going to happen, so just get that out of your head. There is no going back.” He pulled a knife out of his pocket and her eyes widened in horror. He let out a mirthless chuckle and said, “I don’t cut women. I have more enjoyable ways to deal with you.” He cut the zip ties that were holding her and pulled her to her feet, holding her arm firmly. “You’re going with me.”

Chloe stumbled along with him, her mind racing, looking for a solution to her predicament. As frightened as she was, the heat of his hand on her arm was distracting. He led her down a hallway and into another room, one that looked like the front room of an apartment, and he locked the door behind them. He let go of her arm and stood looking at her, examining her from head to toe. His cock twitched as he looked her over and he felt that sense of recognition again, the same one he’d felt when he first laid eyes on her. He’d wanted her immediately, he knew he had to have her, and he was going to have her. But, first, she had to be punished. She had to know that to intrude into their world was something that could never go unpunished. She had to understand that from here on out, she would obey him without question. Her obedience was the only thing that would keep her alive.

He said, “This place is private. Nobody knows about it or about us. You committed the ultimate violation when you came here. Anyone else would be dead by now. I’ve decided to keep you for myself. Now you have to learn that you must obey me at all times. You must obey without argument or question. And you must be punished for what you’ve done.”

“What do you mean?” She was struggling to make sense of what he said.

“I mean that I’m going to punish you now. I’m going to spank you and then I’m going to strip you naked and give you a taste of my belt. And then I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’re going to scream for mercy and then you’re going to beg for more.”

“You’re crazy! You can’t do that to me! Who the hell do you think you are?” She was shocked and outraged at the things he said to her.

“I’m the man who owns you now. You’re mine and I will do what I please with you.”

She was speechless until he reached for her and then she went crazy, swinging her fists, clawing, kicking, trying to bite. He lifted her easily off the floor, pinning her arms against her sides and grunting when she connected with her flailing feet. He carried her into the kitchen and bent her forward over the table, holding her firmly at the small of her back, and he began peppering her bottom with hard smacks. Her struggles intensified and she shouted curses at him while he continued to spank her, setting her backside afire. When he lost patience with her struggling, he reached around her and unfastened her pants, jerking them down over her hips.

When the next brutally hard smack fell on her bare ass, she shrieked in protest. “No! Stop it, you can’t do this!”

He spanked her harder, each blow leaving a deep red handprint on her creamy skin. She wailed at the pain and he mercilessly smacked the tender spot at the top of her thighs. The heat in her backside grew and she dimly realized that heat was growing between her thighs as well. The moisture trickled down and her pussy felt hypersensitive, swollen and aching with need. Jax could see her arousal and he grinned in satisfaction. She was raising her butt to meet his smacks and his member was iron hard, aching to be buried deep inside her. But punishment had to come first.

It took her a moment to realize the spanking had stopped and Chloe felt a sharp pang of disappointment. But then Jax unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his pants with a swish and she struggled to understand what he was doing. She felt a moment of deep dread when he brushed her reddened cheeks with the supple strip of leather. Then the belt cracked across her ass and she sucked in a shocked breath, letting out a wail of pain when the second stripe was laid across her tender skin. The pain was tremendous and she felt a gush of moisture between her legs as the leather bit her again and again. Her arousal grew, along with the pain, until pleasure and pain and need all became one. Jax finally dropped the belt and laid a hand on her flaming cheeks, marked with the stripes of his punishment. Chloe let out a sob of pain and frustration and when she felt his cock probe between her thighs, her legs fell open in welcome.

Jax buried his shaft in her swollen, tight depths with one deep, brutal thrust and she screamed with the pleasure of it. He fucked her hard and fast and drove her to a screaming, sobbing orgasm, shuddering and jerking with the force of her climax. He kept thrusting until he emptied himself into her with a savage growl of triumph. He had taken possession of her and her training had begun. Chloe’s head was swimming as she tried to accept what had happened. He had spanked her, used his belt on her, and it had aroused her beyond belief, so much that she had begged for him to fuck her, to use her, to make her come. It was beyond her comprehension and she knew that if he did it again, her body would react exactly the same way.

Jax pulled away from her, his eyes feasting on her, half naked, marked by her punishment and weak from the intensity of the orgasm he had brought to her.

She was sore and wet and she looked dazed when she finally raised her head. “I want to go home,” she said.

“You didn’t listen to me very well. This is your home now. The life you had before is over.”

“No. No, you’ve inflicted your punishment on me. It’s over. Now let me go.” There was panic in her voice.

“Understand this. It’s not over. You’re not going anywhere. Your life is here now. When you came here, it created a danger for all of us. We can’t afford to let you leave. And besides that, you’re mine now and I have no intention of ever giving you up.”

She stared at him in disbelief and began to understand that he really meant it. If she ever got out of there, she would have to escape. He could see the thoughts churning in her head.

“Chloe, listen to me. If you run, I will catch you. If you try to run, you will be punished. You are going to learn to obey me without question. If you do not learn, then you will be punished until you do. Your body told me all I need to know. Your body accepted me, welcomed me. Your mind and your soul will come next. You can make it as easy or as hard as you want.”

She stared at him and she realized that he really meant every word of what he said. What kind of monster was he? What had he meant when he said that her presence put them in danger? What kind of evil had she walked into? And what the hell was wrong with her? Because he was right, her body had welcomed him.

“Now, follow me,” Jax said. “I’ll show you around your new home.”

Chloe looked down at herself and said, “Please. Can I at least get dressed?”

“Go ahead,” he said gruffly and then stood and watched her pull her panties and jeans on.

Her face flamed with humiliation but it was better to be covered up, even though pulling the jeans up over her flaming bottom and thighs made her gasp with pain. He showed her around the small apartment, simply a living room, kitchen, one bedroom and a bathroom with a large walk-in shower. It was comfortable enough, but she couldn’t believe he was going to keep her there. She was suddenly eager for him to finish showing her around and to leave her there so she could try to sort out her thoughts and come up with some kind of a plan.

“I want you to write down your clothing sizes and what you need and I’ll see that you have it. There’s writing material in the desk drawer. For tonight, I’ll give you a t-shirt to put on.”

“And where do you stay?” Chloe asked.

He looked hard at her and laughed suddenly. “I don’t think you understand. This is my quarters. You will be staying here with me.”

Her mouth fell open. “B-but there’s only one bedroom.”

“That’s right. The bed is big enough for both of us.”

“You can’t just keep me prisoner here!”

“Of course, I can. I’m going to enjoy teaching you obedience and acceptance. You have a lot to learn.”

She stood staring at him, unable to think straight. None of this could really be happening; she must be having a nightmare. “I need to use the bathroom,” she mumbled and fled. She took her time in there, trying to make some sense out of the past couple of hours. He had said she’d been set up. What did he mean by that? She was going to have to talk to him. She had to make him see reason.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Jax was in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove and for the first time, she realized that the smell of something cooking was in the air. It smelled good and she suddenly realized that she was hungry, although she didn’t really understand how she could be at such a crazy time as this. But when he ladled out two bowls of a thick, savory stew, her stomach growled. He put the bowls on the table, where he already had bread and butter waiting, and motioned her toward the meal.

“Sit down. I’m having a beer. Would you like one? It’s that or water until I get supplies.”

“Yes. Please.” She eased herself gingerly onto the chair and inhaled the aroma of the stew. “Did you cook this?”

“Yes. It’s necessary to be able to cook for myself, so I learned.” He set the beers on the table and seated himself.

Chloe tasted the stew and found it to be delicious. Surprised, she said, “It’s good.”

He smiled faintly and said, “I believe if you’re going to do something, you should do it well.”

She followed his example, taking a thick slice of bread and spreading butter on it. “Do all those men have quarters like this here in this building?”

“Yes. This is where we’re based between missions.”

She thought that over. “What kind of missions?”

“That’s more than you need to know.”

Chloe ate in silence for a minute or two and then said, “You said that I’d been set up. What does that mean?”

“Whoever sent you here with that envelope did it on purpose, knowing we wouldn’t be able to let you go. They probably assumed that they were sending you to your death.”

“Why would anybody do that? I don’t have any enemies.”

Jax said, “You weren’t the target; we were. You were just collateral damage.”

“What was in the envelope?” Chloe was still shocked at what he was telling her.

“Again, that’s more than you need to know. It’s enough for you to know that my taking you for my own is the only reason that you’re still alive right now. The men were prepared to take you out. You should be grateful for my protection.”

It was too much. “I should be grateful? You’re holding me prisoner, you’re telling me I can never go back to my own life, you beat me, for God’s sake, and then you violated me. What should I be grateful for?”

He actually laughed at her. “I didn’t beat you, I spanked you, and you had it coming. And I sure didn’t seem to be violating you when you were begging for more.”

Her face flamed with embarrassment. “I didn’t… I didn’t beg.”

“Oh, honey, you certainly did. Let me ask you something. Was that or was that not the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had?”

She refused to say another word. After they finished eating, Jax said, “I cooked; you can do the dishes. I’ve got to speak to my men for a few minutes. I’ll be back soon.” And he left the apartment. She distinctly heard the door lock behind him.

“I can’t believe any of this,” Chloe muttered, trying the door even though she’d heard him lock it. Sure enough, she was locked in. She rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, then wiped off the table and the counters. She inspected the kitchen quickly, noting that it was stocked with basic utensils, including a set of knives. When she heard him unlocking the door, she closed the drawer quickly and watched him come in.

Jax went to the bedroom and returned with a clean t-shirt. “You can sleep in this tonight. I’m going to take a shower. When I’m finished, the bathroom is all yours.”

So, she found herself in the shower, gingerly washing her sore body and taking as long as possible to do it. She pulled on the clean t-shirt; it reached to the middle of her thighs. Unable to delay any longer, she walked out of the bathroom and found him watching the news with the volume turned down low.

“I need those sizes,” Jax said. “Someone will go get what you need tomorrow.”

Chloe wrote down her sizes and a list and then handed it to him without a word.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced. “I’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow.” He rose and took her by the hand, pulling her along with him.

Her heart pounding, Chloe said, “I’m not sleepy yet.”

“You will be. Get in.”

She got into bed and perched on the very edge of it, turning her back to him. He got in and stretched out on his back with a heavy sigh, turning off the lamp beside the bed and plunging them into darkness. She hadn’t thought that she would sleep, but the day caught up with her when the lights went out, and she was sound asleep within minutes.

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1 review for Assassin’s Captive

  1. Redrabbitt


    A great start to a new series that is creative, full of danger, mystery, suspense, action-adventure violence, and romance. To understand the concept of the Elite 6, they are a secret group with skills hired by the government to take care of business that has eluded justice. Those they eliminate are demented criminals, committing heinous crimes, abusing and murdering—in other words, the Elite 6 takes out the trash and makes the world a better place.

    A message and delivery girl, Chloe, was hired to deliver a message in a questionable part of town. Instead, she will be collateral damage—yet, for some reason, Jax decides they must keep her. To send her back would be her death—it is just the beginning that their enemy has found their base.

    Chloe: “Who are you? What is this place?”
    Jax: “Those are questions you don’t want to know the answers to. I’m Jax. That’s all you need to know. You belong to me now and you’re going to do as you’re told.”
    Chloe: “I don’t belong to anybody! What are you talking about?”
    Jax: “You need to understand the gravity of what you’ve done. When you came here, you made a very big mistake, one that can’t be undone. The life you lived up until this point is over now. You are mine and the sooner you accept that, the better for you. You have to be punished for what you’ve done and I will be the one to punish you.”

    “I’ve decided to keep you for myself. Now you have to learn that you must obey me at all times. You must obey without argument or question. And you must be punished for what you’ve done. I’m going to spank you and then I’m going to strip you naked and give you a taste of my belt. And then I’m going to take you. You’re going to scream for mercy and then beg for more.”

    “You weren’t the target; we were. You were just collateral damage.”

    The story’s plot will have Chloe becoming the unwanted guest of Jax and his team. It will take time before Jax starts to trust her, but she does prove to be an asset to the team—she can cook, and they are thrilled to have her meals. With the threat of their enemy, after a brief hiatus to make plans, they will move away to a new location, one they have to set up and secure. There is concern that there could be a mole higher up, so Jax decides not even to allow his handler to know where their new operation base is. Chloe is given more freedom and searches for more information, hoping to gain her freedom. Eventually, she is taught self-defense, more survival skills, and even allowed to help watch via computer on surveillance.

    The relationship between Jax and Chloe is questionable at times; he controls her, punishes her, then has sex with her. While the first time or two is non-consensual, their relationship does change. The only thing for them, how long will this last? When the threat is over? Will Jax be willing to give her up—send her on her way?

    “She craved him, craved his touch, whether it was tender or rough, either way, it satisfied a need within her. She felt more alive when she was with them than she’d felt in her young life before she met him.”

    Jax: “The danger is finally over. You and Coop were both almost killed, but it’s over now. You can be free now; you can have your life back.”
    Chloe: “What life is that, Jax? I’ve done more living in the past few months than I did in all the rest of my life.”
    Jax: “Now you have a chance to make a real life.”

    The story includes intense violence, capture, non-consensual and consensual explicit sex scenes, and power exchange.

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