Imagine you planned to have your boyfriend kidnapped, delivered to your blindfolded and gagged. You fuck him, and pull the hood off after, only to be face to face with a stranger. That stranger, you quickly lean, is the Don of the Cosa Nostra. He's all too pleased to have taken part in your kidnap fantasy.
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I pace the room and wait. Everything is set up. Everything is going to be perfect. I know to others, this will look like a crazy thing to do. It's not, though; if anything, it's hot. Maybe a little crazy. Who am trying to kid? It is crazy.
Yasmine laughs while looking at me like I'm a fool. "This is crazy. I can't believe you're going to do it," she says, and I smile. I am, and I will enjoy every second of it. Actually, I'm sure both me and Dean will enjoy every second of it.
"He will love it! Especially after the meeting, it gives him something fun," I explain and wait for the call. I know it was a long meeting. He had already warned me he would be busy for hours. This is just something fun to help him unwind and enjoy himself.
"Ryan knows what he is doing, right?" She asks, and I nod. It's not that hard to kidnap someone. You grab them, throw a bag over their head, and are done. At least they make it look that easy in the movies, it actually might not be. Who knows?
"Yeah, I've told him to wait for my call. This is going to be amazing," I laugh, and she looks at me like I'm crazy. I'm not. It's fun. That's all.
My phone beeps, and I answer.
"Hey babes, how's it going?" I ask.
"Finished now. Stressed, though, I won't be straight home. I might meet the others for a few drinks first. Is that okay?"
"Dean, you don't need to ask. Sure, it is fine. Where are you?" I ask, grab out the phone, and type the message saying 'now'. I get ready to hit send.
"Literally opening the door to leave," he laughs, and I hit send on the message. "Call soon," he ends the call, and I laugh.
"God, he's gonna murder you when he finds out that him getting kidnapped was your freaky way to have fun," Yasmine laughs.
"He gets fun as well, Yas, not just me," I explain.
"They know he needs to be alive, right, and that this isn't a real kidnapping situation?"
"Yas, they aren't fools. If you're staying, that's fine but don't talk when they bring him in. Then you need to leave anyway as it will get a little x-rated," I joke and we both laugh.
"Only you, Demi, would have your boyfriend kidnapped, blindfolded, gagged and fuck him," she laughs, and I nod. He knows it will be me.
"It's not like I'm raping him. We have our safe signals," I reply, and she groans. I see the lights and jump up.
"God, the poor guy, you realise he will be scared shitless, right?" She stares at me and I laugh, I watch as Ryan and Tom pull him through and tie him to the chair.
They nod at me and leave with Yasmine. I watch his body thrash against the chair. A bag is over his head to stop him from seeing. Walking over, I straddle him.
"Guess who," I whisper, and watch his body still. His head falls back, and I imagine him trying to say, damn you woman, which makes me smile harder.
I stroke along his chest before reaching his trousers. Unfastening them, my hand grips his cock and moves over it. He groans and pushes his hips higher.
"I figured after your big meeting, I would surprise you. Are you happy?" I whisper, and he doesn't respond. Laughing slightly, I roll the condom down his length.
"Will me fucking you make up for me kidnapping you?" I ask, and watch his head nodding. Moving, I position myself above his cock, slower lowering myself on it.
My hips begin moving as he thrusts up slightly, only small, but it's all that he is able to do, considering he's tied to the chair. I move faster, grinding down against him, watching as his head falls back and he groans.
Moans escape my mouth as I orgasm, my body settling against his. His muffled words cause me to laugh.
"Okay, I'll remove the mask and gag. Next time, you kidnap me, though," I say. Moving, I pull the hood off and scream.
Jumping up, I stare at him. "Shit! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Screaming I kick his shin and he frowns at me. "Sorry, fuck! What do I do?" I panic and pace, the guy mutters something and I remove the gag.
"I'm sorry," I quickly say, and he chuckles.
"Oh, it was worth it. However, if you don't want a bullet in the back of your head, I suggest you take the phone out of my pocket and hit the name Evan and let me call off the rescue," he says while smiling.
"No, no, because, no. Shit!" Reaching for my phone, I hit the number.
"That was quick, Demi," Ryan laughs.
"Who the fuck have you kidnapped, Ryan! It's not Dean! I fucked him, I fucked a stranger," I shout and he laughs.
"Not falling for it."
"It's not a fucking lie, Ryan, who did you kidnap?" I ask.
"Not to interrupt your meltdown, Doll, but I would appreciate some assistance in getting this off, considering I have no hands." He points towards his cock where the condom still is.
"Who is that?" Ryan asks.
"Whoever you kidnapped, get here," I shout and hang up. Turning, I look at the guy, and he nods down.
"I'm not touching you there. Just wait." God, what have I done?
"You already did, princess; it was amazing as well," he smirked, and I glared at him.
"I really suggest you do as I say and call Evan," he explains.
"No! Not until I get Ryan here to find out what to do," I say.
"Then can you at least cover my cock before I have a show?" He smirks, and I step towards him. My face scrunchies up, and he throws his head back, laughing.
"You already touched it and fucked it, Doll. Stop pulling faces like it's about to come alive again." He smirks, and I groan. I reach for him, then stop.
"I can't, eww no! Sorry, but I can't touch it again," I say while stepping back, and he laughs. "I'll release one of your hands, just one enough for you to reach," I say and walk around the back of him. Unfastening him slightly, I release one of his hands but keep his arms tied down with the rope.
Pulling his arm around the front, I release it and watch as he sorts himself out. I fucked a stranger. Someone I don't know. I should have listened to Yasmine, this is a disaster, like, why did I think this was good?
Groaning, my head falls back against the wall, and he sits smirking at me. God, this is bad, like burning in hell, bad.
Dhalia POV After shopping today, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever. It wasn’t just about the shopping itself, though I did need some new clothes—my body has changed so much in the past year. No, it was more about finally getting out of the house, about reclaiming a little bit of the freedom I’d been missing. The walls of our home, which once felt like a sanctuary, had started to close in on me. Chase and Jax, in their well-meaning but intense desire to protect me and ensure I had time to heal, ended up suffocating me without even realising it. Don’t get me wrong—I love them for how much they care, but I didn’t need to be housebound for months, or placed on bed rest for weeks after giving birth. I know some women would relish the idea of doing nothing but resting and being pampered, but it drove me crazy. That’s why, when Chase casually mentioned going shopping, I jumped at the opportunity. I was out the door and in the car before he could even t
Chase POVI watched Dhalia as she moved through the store, her steps light and full of purpose, and it hit me—I might have gone too far. In our well-intentioned but overzealous efforts to protect her and Jacob, Jax and I had smothered her. When I casually mentioned the idea of going shopping, I expected a discussion, maybe some hesitation. But instead, she practically bolted for the door, grabbing her coat and leaving without a word. That was proof enough. We had suffocated her under the guise of safety and care.Seeing her so happy to be out, to be free to do something as simple as shopping, was a wake-up call. We had reduced her life to the confines of our home, restricting her to the roles of mother and partner, leaving little room for her to just be herself. That’s why I suggested she could return to work if she wanted to. Jax may not like the idea—he’s still riding the wave of his overprotectiveness—but after more than six months of keeping her tethered, it’s time we give her bac
Blake POV The last few months have been a whirlwind, a mental and emotional gauntlet that none of us expected. It wasn’t the physical demands that took their toll on me—it was the psychological strain, the constant push and pull of trying to navigate our lives while Chase and Jax became increasingly overprotective of Dhalia. My attempts to ground them in reality often felt futile, like trying to anchor a ship in the middle of a storm. Dhalia, poor Dhalia, bore the brunt of their overzealous protection. At five months pregnant, they decided it was too dangerous for her to continue working. Mind you, her job was sitting in a cozy little bookstore, reading and managing sales. There wasn’t anything remotely strenuous about it, but they convinced themselves—and her—that it was unsafe. It seemed harmless enough at first, just a precaution. But by the time she hit seven months, their obsession to shield her and the baby from every possible harm became all-consuming. They wouldn’t let her
Jax POVAs I sit on the couch, the book resting on my lap, I find myself absorbed not so much in the story itself but in the little marks I’ve made throughout its pages. These marks have become something of an obsession for me. They’re the places where I’ve seen Dhalia react—whether it’s a quiet gasp, a tear rolling down her cheek, or that subtle squirm of excitement that she can’t quite hide. Whenever she reads with me in the room, and I catch one of those reactions, I make sure to mark the page number. Later, when she’s done, I go back and read those specific sections, trying to decode what it is about these words that stirs something inside her.It all started small. At first, I only marked the pages that elicited a blush or a quiet moan—scenes of sex that clearly struck a chord. It didn’t take long to realise that it wasn’t just those moments that mattered to her. She would also react to the tender, the heartbreaking, and the unexpectedly sweet moments with an equal, if not more p
Dhalia’s POVMy eyes are glued to the door. In front of me are three small boxes, one for each of them. They are late, though. They promised to be back by four, and now it’s a quarter past. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit.Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room.The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.“You’re late,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.“By fifteen minutes, Angel. Cut us some slack.” Blake winks, leaning down to kiss me. His hand reaches for one of the boxes, but I slap it away.“Don’t touch.”He chuckles, rolling his eyes.“Why do I get the feeling we’re in trouble, Sweetness?” Jax asks as
Chase POVI stay stood in this room, shocked by what she's done. She went above and beyond, I was expecting a small, shop, nothing big. This though, is huge. We made sure that everyone knew not to mention anything to us about it.They weren't allowed to mention the location, the colour of the store, nothing. We wanted her to be in control and do it all alone without our input and she has."I've got something to show you," she grips my hand and guides me back through to the book store part, walking through she stops by some books, and hands me one.There, on the cover is a pink fucking unicorn. She found one? I stare at her and she laughs."Pink unicorn," she smiles up at me."You're fucking crazy, you read it?" I stare in amazement as she nods."I did and I'll admit I didn't enjoy it a single bit, but I had to get it, read it because that's the next book you're reading."My head tilts. "Please say you're joking?" She has to be. Her head shakes, and she places the book back."No, you m
Jax POVI watch as she walks towards us, the dress is stunning, long and golden. She stops in front of me and smiles."If they don't hurry, we will be late," she glares towards the door."Leave them alone Sweetness, they were having some fun before getting ready." We both laugh and I wrap my arms around her. A lot has changed in the past three months, a lot of her stepdads businesses are now fully hers. Although we take care of a lot of them.She wasn't comfortable taking over the strip clubs, bars, and such. So we sort a lot of it out for her. She straightens my tie and I chuckle. Her arms wrap around my neck and she reaches on her toes to kiss my lips."I love you Sweetness," I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. My mind goes back, and I begin to wonder if we would ever have found her had Carl not set her up? It's scary to consider that, to consider where she would have been.Justin's plan was to do what Carl had once she returned to him, so would she still be
Dhalia POV His words float around in my mind. He should have told Jax and Blake, then maybe they would understand the whole issue he has. Something tells me after he does something with them, it brings back what happened with his father. I fight to figure out what to say to him, other than he should tell Jax and Blake. “Do they know any truth in what happened?” I stroke along the scar. “No, I thought them believing it sent me over the edge would stop them from doing anything. It did, but part of me still craved them. Which of course Jax noticed, and made it happen.” “You need to tell Jax the truth.” After everything, he still believes that Chase runs because he’s repulsed. “Jax can’t know. He will blame himself for what my father did.” He’s not wrong, Jax will blame himself to some degree. “What happens if he finds out the truth, Chase? Then how will he feel? Knowing that you kept on lying to him?” “He can’t find out, only we know.” I laugh. “So every man there that day is dea
Dhalia POV After eating, I found myself with more energy than before. Which sucks as I was ready to go to bed. Jax and Blake are currently messing around. I say, messing around, but Blake is more taunting him to get a punishment. It’s nice to see, and it reminds me of at the start. “I’m going to finish my book,” I jump up and walk off. I could have fallen asleep earlier, now though? I’ve got too much energy. Grabbing the book I sit down and begin reading it. About ten minutes later, the movement of the door has me turning to it. Chase walks in with a smile. “So, I found a book.” Really? “You found a smut book that involves a frickin unicorn?” He nods. “I did very well, thank you.” Wait, no! “Pink unicorn, it has to be a pink unicorn.” I watch as he sighs and sits beside me. “Pink is impossible! I have searched and I can’t find it!” His outburst has me laughing. “How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So y
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