Free Ripped by V. J. Chambers Page A

I did my best not to kill people who didn’t deserve it, but that didn’t make me some kind of hero. I didn’t go around trying to right wrongs or save people or any of that kind of shit.
    So, the only reason I was here was because of Shell.
    Because I wanted to fuck her.
    But seriously? I was going through all this trouble for a piece of ass?
    How good could it be?
    Even if it was phenomenal screwing her, even if her pussy felt like fucking a fountain gushing gold and rainbows, it couldn’t be worth all the shit I’d been through already.
    Anyway, now it was personal with Ice.
    I’d had beef with him for a long time. This was probably a long time coming between us.
    So, it was about Ice, then. That’s why I was sleeping on this couch all alone in this apartment.
    I rolled over onto my side and punched the pillow that Shell had given me.
    Right.
    Hell, this was stupid.
    I should get up off this couch and go back into her room, where she was sleeping.
    I could probably tie her hands and legs down to the headboard and the foot of the bed before she even woke up. I could have her there, right at my mercy, do whatever I wanted to her.
    Then I could leave, go find Ice, beat the hell out of him, and all of this would be over.
    I considered, trying to figure out which of the two scenarios I found most appealing. I pictured Shell completely naked, tied spread eagle on the bed, her legs wide, her pussy wet and hungry for me.
    And that, of course, was why I didn’t do it.
    Because I knew better.
    I couldn’t sneak into her bedroom, tie her down while she was sleeping, and then expect her to actually be wet for me. For all the big talk that I made, I knew that women—especially a woman like Shell—couldn’t just be forced like that.
    And I didn’t want her struggling and angry and frightened.
    I knew that someone like Ice liked it that way. That was his idea of a good time.
    But I didn’t like that.
    I wanted to be in charge, that was true. I wanted to have absolute control, to be able to bend her to my will, to have her carry out whatever my dirty mind thought up for her.
    I didn’t need props or scenarios. I didn’t need her to be tied down, I just needed her to be willing to do what I wanted. I needed her under my power.
    And I wanted her to get as turned on from that as I did.
    I knew it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. I brought home women like that, who would get wet because I ordered them around.
    But Shell…
    I didn’t get that vibe from her. She was much too defiant. She kept speaking up, and giving me shit. Even when I’d first taken her hostage, when she hadn’t known what to make of me, she’d been a little sassy. So, I didn’t think that she would appreciate what I wanted to do with her right then.
    Still…
    She’d been compliant enough against the wall over there, stroking my cock like a champ. Her tight grip around me, her little gasps of pleasure, and her wet little cunt…
    Man, all of it was enough to get me hard again.
    I groaned.
    I rolled over on my back.
    Go to sleep , I told myself.
    * * *
     
    Cade
    I probably only got about five hours sleep, because Shell’s roommate woke me up when she left for work early that morning. I rolled around on the couch a little longer, trying to go back to sleep, but the light was streaming in through the window, and it was a lost cause.
    Instead, I stumbled into the kitchen to see what I could do about feeding myself.
    I hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch yesterday, and I was starving.
    I rummaged through the refrigerator and the cabinets, noting that everything was divided up and labeled. I thought that was kind of funny. Personally, I’d never had a roommate. Probably would have literally killed them if they pissed me off. But I thought that the two of them were being just a tad too anal about this labeling business.
    I considered blatantly eating some of Celia’s food.
    Then I figured that would only get Shell in trouble.
    So, instead, I