After being sold to the New Jersey crime family boss, Jaime's body is under the mercy of Tony Contralto day and night. In a desperate attempt to prevent a pregnancy, she sneaks birth control pills inside the apartment. Later, a corrupt FBI agent kidnaps and strip searches her in an attempt to get her to ...
After being sold to the New Jersey crime family boss, Jaime's body is under the mercy of Tony Contralto day and night. In a desperate attempt to prevent a pregnancy, she sneaks birth control pills inside the apartment. Later, a corrupt FBI agent kidnaps and strip searches her in an attempt to get her to wear a wire. After being violated by him, she returns home to discover that all hell has broken loose.
Warning! This 9849 word tale of reluctant breeding includes sexually explicit material!
He sat down in front of her smoothly. “We’ve been watching you for some time.”
Jamie chewed her lip nervously, but stayed silent. “We?”
“Yes, the organized crime division. For instance, we know that Tony has been pimping you out to pay off your father’s debts.”
“What?” she ejaculated. “That’s not true!”
“It isn’t? Then what are you doing with him?”
She almost opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. She had seen enough mobster movies to know that talking to the Feds was a very bad idea. “I didn’t do anything.”
Meakes reached across the table and gave her a consolatory pat on her hand, but his touch was as cold as his eyes. “Don’t worry, we can keep you safe. All you have to do is talk to me, and I’ll take you some place safe where he won’t find you. The FBI needs your help.”
She slid her hand away from his, fighting the urge to shiver. “No thanks. I’ll talk to my lawyer.”
“Who’s your lawyer?”
“I—I don’t know.”
Meakes stood up and walked around her chair. His position behind her reminded her of yesterday with Tony, and her pussy tingled. She crossed her legs, tightening her pussy so that she wouldn’t feel tempted.
“Face it. You’re in over your head.”
His low voice murmured just behind her ear. Jamie wrapped her arms around herself as if his close presence was making her cold.
“What do you think is going to happen when Tony finds out you’ve been talking to the FBI? More than likely, you’ll just disappear.”
“They know who I am, Jamie. They’ll know you’ve been here, talking to me.”
Her head pounded with blood as she imagined Tony’s hands around her throat, his face purpled with rage. She shot up from her chair, but Meakes gripped her shoulder and crushed it.
In tears, she slapped his hand away. “Get the fuck off me!”
“Wear a wire for me,” he breathed in her ear. “I’ll make sure that you’re safe. If you refuse to cooperate, you’re on your own.”
She hated the way his hands fastened around her shoulders as if he owned her. She hated herself for feeling aroused whenever a man attempted to dominate her.
“Get up, I need to search you. I should have done it when you walked inside.”
Her stomach clenched as she stood up, his hands falling from her shoulders as she stood in front of him. His hand casually strayed to the gun hanging on his hip as his dark eyes eyed her with unmistakable greed.
He moved behind her like a phantom and she could hear his heavy breathing in her ear. He started with her shoulders and moved down her tanktop to the swell of her breasts, where his hands flattened over her tits as he rubbed them. Jamie gasped as she felt his greedy fingers squeezing around her breasts, her panties rapidly growing wet with arousal. She hated him; he was awful and corrupt. He was just as bad as the mob boss, and yet Jamie felt an electrical attraction the moment he had groped her. The thought of him using his authority to violate her filled her with excitement.