Page 31 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“You like it rough and hard I see.” He smiled as he took his suit jacket off and placed it on the hood of his car. His muscular frame was well defined and could be seen through his vest and shirt he had on. He unbuttoned his cufflinks and the back door to the Yukon truck opened. One guard got out and picked up his jacket along with his cufflinks and placed it inside of the driver’s side without him ordering him to do so. I wanted to reach for my gun, but I didn’t like pulling it out if I wasn’t going to really use it. This time I was truly outnumbered.

“I don’t know why you keep fucking with me Christian.” He took slow steps to me as I took steps backwards. I called him by his real name since he had gotten so comfortable with calling me by my real name. “I don’t work for you anymore and you don’t run me.” I frowned up when I realized, I had run out of room to back up more. The back of my car was stopping me from moving. I decided to step to the side but was a little too slow.

“How tall are you and how much do you weigh?” He closed the space between us as he pulled me close to him and locked his hands right above my ass. My breathing was off, and I felt so vulnerable.

“Five foot ten, two hundred fifteen pounds last time I checked, why?”

“Light work.” He stated with a cocky smile. Before I realized what he was doing Ream lifted me off my feet bridal style and carried me towards the back seat of his car. I wasn’t a damsel in distress, I damn sure wasn’t about to struggle with him and yell for him to put me down.

“Ream what are you doing?” I managed to find my voice as he gave me a cocky smirk. I wanted to be upset with him but found myself being upset with me. Whenever he was around the voice that would circulate in my head when someone pissed me off, never appeared. I felt like it was submissive to him, and I didn’t like it one bit. He placed me in the back seat, taking my food and keys out of my hand he closed the door. When I reached for the handle to open the door, he had it on child’s lock.

Solo walked up and took my keys from Ream, the driver remained silent like he wasn’t aware of me being kidnapped. After talking to Solo for a couple of minutes Ream coolly walked back towards the car. The driver hurried up and got out to open the back door. Once he slid on the plush leather seat, he pressed a button next to his window and waited for the black partition to go up.

“My hair appointment,” I mentioned to remind him, I looked out the tinted window and wondered what he had in store for me.

“When we get to where we going, I will send my assistant a text and have her schedule for a beautician to come over and style your hair however you like.” He scooted closer to me.

“I don’t want your beautician. I want mine Christian.” I finally stared back at him. His gaze was very penetrating he had every part of my body aroused.

“I need to search you for any weapons, since my security didn’t check you.” I shook my head no. I wasn’t about to play this game with him at all. “Remember you chose the hard way baby.” He spoke even more low and calm as his hands slid across my double-D breasts and crept underneath my thin top causing my nipples to harden. Next, he slid his hands across my stomach and then to my lower back until he reached the front of my sweats. My breathing became hard as I tried to control myself. Bending his tall frame over me he skipped my pussy and went down my legs where he found the small deuce-deuce that I kept above my knee inside of a leg holster. Sitting up he placed the gun inside the door holder.

Scooting back close to me he tried to ease his hand back down the front of my pants. I stopped him and as I held his wrist, he gave me a look that said move.

“The search is over I don’t have any more weapons on me.”

Stupid bitch, let him search us!

Now that voice wanted to appear when I needed it the most a couple of minutes ago back at the restaurant to remain firmer with Ream who had me creaming in my fucking pants.

“The search is over when the Boss says so Mattea. Plus, there is a weapon left under these ugly ass sweats.” My hand fell off his wrist, his hands crept back down inside my sweats that I actually loved a lot. They were Abercrombie sweatpants and I loved how comfortable they were. His hands eased underneath the band of my panties, and he found his way between my wet folds. I sighed hard and couldn’t seem to catch my breath as his thick fingers played in my wetness. Pressing my clit like it was a button he rubbed in circles.

“This the weapon Mattea. You see how wet she gets for me even when you don’t want her to?” A stubborn moan slipped from my lips, and I fought hard to keep my eyes from rolling back. “I bet she tastes good as fuck even midday after working up a sweat.” He bit down on my earlobe, and I came right on his fingers fast as hell. Panting, desperately trying to catch my breath.

“I will never give you, my virginity.” I was lying through my teeth, each encounter with Ream made it hard to not beg him to fuck me. He was the first man with such a strong persona that made me truly want him buried deep inside of me to see how it felt.

“Mattea.” He paused from talking as he hit the blunt, he had sparked up. “When it’s all said and done baby, you gon’ beg me for The Ruler to put you out of misery.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard dick, I snatched my hand away and kept my focus on the window.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

REAM

I watched Mattea on the CCTV monitors I had in my office. She was inside of my den getting her hair pressed. I observed her closely, the way she smiled and conversed with the beautician like she was normal and harmless. Her brown skin complexion looked flawless, and I noticed when she got excited or happy about something, those pretty gray orbs would twinkle making her look unrealistically beautiful. When she smiled it reached her doe-shaped eyes, she wasn’t normal but who really wanted normal? This past month in a half, I had been depressed and down. Losing my grandfather left me in a dark place. I was happy I left my business meeting to pull up on her and force her to come home with me.

Laying eyes on her today had brightened my day and taken my mind out of that dark place.

“You ain’t heard shit I said to you.” Solo chuckled, taking my attention away from the monitor, I looked at Solo seriously.

“I want her.” Was all I could say. I needed to hear myself say the shit out loud to make sure it made perfect sense. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to get to know her and see if I could try something new in my life like having a companion. I didn’t want to speed things up, I just wanted her near me. She had unique ways that made her stand out from any woman I had ever come across. Mattea felt like she wasn’t deserving of experiencing certain things that came with being an adult because of her mental issues. I wanted to prove her wrong. Her being a virgin didn’t really add to that, it was a bonus and made me aware that if I did slide inside of her, I wanted to be the first and last to enter her.

This situation could go different ways, it could drive us both insane because we both had strong personalities. I was up for the challenge.

“Nigga, that’s clear as fuck that you want her. Can you handle her though? A woman like her is hard to control. Gotta bring her ass down to reality and let her know who wears the pants in the relationship. That broad is hardcore as fuck, she was the first bitch to pull a gun on me and I had to give it to her. We both know my trigger fingers is unmatched.” I smiled at what Solo was saying because anybody that pulled a gun out on him and didn’t use it was insane. Solo could see a person reaching for their gun before they even noticed him pulling out his and ending them.

“No more calling her bitches.” I stated seriously as I placed my focus back on the camera. “I want her to kill Armando in a viscous way, it’s time to get rid of this nigga. He’s starting to become a thorn in my side.” I looked at Solo who nodded with amusement in his eyes. Probably still stuck on me telling him not to call Mattea a bitch. I didn’t want anyone calling her anything but Reaper.

“I get that, but that’s an excuse to keep her close to you. You don’t want to admit it, yo ass can’t think of nothing else to keep her ass near.” He chuckled and I laughed right along with him. He had it right because I planned on killing Armando myself but didn’t have the time for war. I had bigger plans than to be looking over my shoulders constantly. Solo and I were starting up a big producing company, another way to wash a big chunk of the money we were starting to accumulate. Every six months, I thought about creating a big business that would bring in lots of money. I constantly needed new ways to clean my money and stay on top of everything. I had the feds and the local police departments in my back pocket. I just didn’t trust them. I never wanted to give them a reason to try and come for me.

“You might be right, so tell me do you think she somebody that you would have to kill?” I asked because Solo could always tell if someone would be a problem. Even when I would think against it, later down the line his view on people was always right.