Mine Ch. 01byDarkAlleyGirl©
Her perfume lingered in his clothes. He inhaled deeply and smiled at the subtle fruity scent that tickled his nose. It had only been a few hours since he had put his hand over Katelyn Halliwell's pouty red mouth and forced her into the back of his van. He had used minimal force to gain her compliance then securing her wrists and ankles with zip-ties and applying a piece of silver duct tape to her quivering lips. The fear had been evident in those emerald green eyes and it pained him to see the black rivers flowing down her reddened cheeks as he administered a sedative for the ride. He had wondered what thoughts must've been running through her mind as the darkness superseded her consciousness.
Malachi had been watching Katelyn for a few months now, learning her routines, relationships, likes and dislikes and so on. He knew practically EVERYTHING about her and only one thing griped his ass: She was married to an ungrateful man who didn't appreciate her. Malachi yearned so badly to be her "knight in shining armor."He knew he could make her happy, shower her with nice things and be there for her if given the chance, but a woman like Katelyn Halliwell would never take notice of a guy like Malachi without some form of encouragement, so he did what he felt was necessary: create a situation that forced her to take notice.
The night seemed to last forever as he waited impatiently for her to wake up. He made a fresh bowl of mixed fruit and gently knocked on her door before unlocking it and easing inside. He smiled as he approached the bed where she was lying, easing the fruit down on the nightstand. Katelyn was still unconscious from the sedative he had given her in the van, but she was starting to stir a bit. Her hair spilled in loose golden curls on her pillow and her skin was back to its smooth and beautiful olive complexion. She had looked uncomfortable in the business suit and heels that she was wearing when he took her from the dark parking deck of her building, so he took the liberty of changing her into something more comfortable, one of his oversized t-shirts.
Malachi slowly eased down on the side of the bed and as he wiped a curl back from her forehead, her eyes opened. At first she appeared to be confused, but it was quickly replaced with anxiety and fear as she scrambled to put distance between them.
"Get away from me! Don't touch me! What do you want? Who are you? Where are we?" she shouted, her eyes darting around the room trying to process her predicament.
He tried to calm her down. He held his voice steady and low, a comforting tone.
"Katelyn, I don't want to hurt you. Everything is okay. I just want to talk to you."
He reached out offering his hand to her, but her anxiety increased with at the gesture and the sound of her name rolling off of his lips.
"How do you know my name? What do you want from me? Where am I? Stay away from me!" she continued to rant.
Katelyn located a door and as Malachi reached for her again, her bare foot met with his chest knocking him onto the floor and out of breath. She dashed for the door, her legs still heavy from the sedative. Her brain felt as though it were floating. Her balance was shaky to say the least. She could barely breathe and the only sound she could seem to hear was that of her rapidly racing heart. As she reached the door, a strong arm came down firmly across her chest, pinning her arms to sides and a hand came down hard over her screaming mouth. Malachi held her thin frame against him, leaving her with very little flexibility. Still, she continued to kick and squirm, but her efforts were no match for him. He allowed her to tire herself out before placing his mouth so that his lips grazed the vulnerable skin of her ear, his breath hot and wet as he spoke to her. His voice was more firm and demanding now.
"I don't want to hurt you Katelyn. However, I will if you can't calm down and obey me. Nod if you understand what I am saying to you."
She nodded, a tear sliding down her cheek as the realization of the situation began to sink in.
"Now, I'm going to take my hand from your mouth. DO NOT scream Katelyn. I mean it. Then I'm going to release my grip on you and I want you to walk with me back to the bed and let's have a seat. I think we need to talk about a few things."
She nodded again. Malachi eased his hand from her mouth as if testing her. When he was satisfied with her silence, he released her from his grip and watched as she attempted to pull herself together and walk back to the bed. She sat down and he followed suit.
"My name is Malachi first and foremost. I want you to know that I've never done anything like this before, but I've never felt a connection so strongly to someone like I do with you."
She turned and looked at him, confusion written all over her delicate features. He hurried to correct himself.
"Please don't take that the wrong way."
Katelyn nervously ran a trembling hand through her messy waves.
"How exactly do you want me to take it?"she asked, her expression turning hard.
Her eyes were cold and penetrating as she searched his for answers.
"I'm not sure how I thought you'd take it. I just knew that a woman like you would never give a guy like me the time of day. I just merely created a situation that gives you the opportunity to get to know me," he stated. "I knew you were married, so I didn't know what else to do to show you that I can do more for you and give more to you than that sorry excuse of a husband of yours ever could."
The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. They were cold and blunt rolling off his tongue. Her expression reverted back to that of confusion. She thought about what he said for a moment, contemplating how she should respond to it. How long had this guy been watching her? He knew she was married and who she was married to, not that she could disagree, but still, she felt violated in every sense of the word. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Look, I don't know what you felt or how you THINK you feel about me, but this is just not right. You have to know that, right? You can't just take someone from their life and hold them hostage until they come around to your way of thinking. It just doesn't work that way. Don't you understand that?"
Her skin was beginning to burn from the adrenaline pumping through her veins as the words left her lips and met his ears. She hadn't even realized that she had stood up midway through her speech. He matched her movement, leaving her question dangling in the air with no response for a moment. His gaze drifted away from hers, then darkened as he brought his eyes back to hers.
"To be completely honest, it didn't look like you had much of a life to be kept from," he uttered so matter-of-factly.
Katelyn's mouth gaped open, offended by his harsh words. It was all but a slap in the face. Her body tensed in response to his observation and the judgmental look lingering in his turquoise eyes.
"You don't know a goddamned thing about me you self centered bastard," she snarled, pushing her finger into his muscular chest, "so don't pretend like you do! You have some nerve, you fucking psycho! What's wrong? Can't get a date, so you kidnap women and hold them against their will? Is that what you do?"
She was now pushing him with the palms of her hands. Her anger was surprising and staggeringly arousing to him. He had pushed her and she definitely pushed back. He admired that in a woman. A smile crept to the corners of his lips which pissed her off further. She reached up and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. Reflexively he grabbed her hard by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. She was taken aback by the sudden action temporarily, but her pride took over and she pushed herself off the wall and attempted to walk past him. He grabbed her and pushed her back.
"Do not ever lay your hands on me! I am not you're fucking property!"
She tried to ease past him again. This time he pushed her back more forcefully. As she slammed into the wall, her hand came up to slap him again, but his strong hands encircled her wrist, stopping the blow. In response to that, she brought up the other hand in an effort to follow through with her intention, but he caught that wrist as well and in a quick motion he slung her back on the bed. Before she had a chance to register what was happening and get away from him, he was on top of her, his weight crushing her small frame. He pinned her hands above her head with one of his hands. She squirmed beneath him, shouting obscenities at him. With his other hand, he laid a finger upon her shouting lips, motioning her to be quiet.
"Fuck you!" she said, spitting at him.
He grabbed her jawbone hard enough for her to yelp, more in surprise than in pain. He struggled to gain his composure. He forced her to look at him.
"Why don't you try being honest with yourself Katelyn? I have watched you for months now. I have heard your fights, saw you cry and felt your pain. You are not happy and it's about damn time you realized it and made some changes. I am merely speeding up the process. You belong to me now."
She tried to pull her face and hands from his fleshy restraints. He knew she wanted to turn away. She was embarrassed and vulnerable. She was visibly fighting back her tears, but as she fought harder for her release, a dam broke inside of her and the tears were released.
"Please let me go. I just want to go. Please," she cried.
They could both sense that her tough exterior was wearing thin. Her vulnerability was beautiful to him. Oh, how he wanted her. She had no place to run. There was no place to hide. He had her and she knew it.
Malachi released her hands, but she made no attempt to strike back or even move them from where they lay. He loosened his grip on her jaw and with his thumb he wiped her tears away. Their eyes locked and she felt as though she were completely losing it. She could feel the heat flutter in womb. What was going on? Was she becoming aroused by her captor? How incredibly fucked up in the mind could she be? She wanted to focus her attention on something else but she was completely enthralled and lost in the intensity in his eyes. His expression was soft and comforting. Strangely, she believed his words as they rolled off his tongue.
"I could never hurt you Kate. I want to take care of you and give you everything you want. You will never worry or want for anything my love, I promise you."
As the words left his lips, Katelyn sucked in a shallow breath. She was caving. The situation and circumstances were insane, but she couldn't help but be drawn to this man, this tall, dark, massive man with longing eyes. She wanted him and she prayed that he couldn't see it. He slowly leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. He lingered there for a moment, watching her intently. When she didn't pull away, he placed another kiss, then another, inching his way to her mouth.
"I have wanted you for so long. I have wanted to touch you, feel your skin against mine, kiss these lips," he paused as his lips grazed hers slightly. "Now that I have you here, you are mine and I'm never going to let you go," he finished before his tongue parted her lips and dove in, exploring the depths of her mouth, probing her tongue with his.
To his delight, she opened her mouth willingly and allowed him full access to explore. One of his hands tangled itself in her golden curls, the other finding its way to her vulnerable throat. He squeezed slightly as the kiss deepened. She moaned against his kiss and his hand. His hand left her throat, his fingers tracing her collarbone before moving further south. Katelyn squirmed beneath his heavy body. The feel of his hand exploring her body forced a puddle of excitement in her panties. He pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes were glazed in excitement and yearning. He smiled at her as he leaned in and whispered in her ear...
"I'm going to claim what's mine now Kate."