Captive (12 page)

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“Excuse me, Mr. President,” George said, waiting for Davis to look at him. “Yes, George.” Davis looked up from the reports he'd been studying to see George standing in his office doorway. He couldn't sleep, so he'd closeted himself in his office to try and figure out strategy.

“We've received another message.”

Davis immediately stood and left the room with George. His heart pounded as they headed to the communications room. This was the third message they'd received from their unknown advisor. He had somehow tapped into their coaxial cable lines and had been sending them messages directly to their communications room.

“What does this one say, Colin?” he asked as soon as he entered the room.

Colin turned and handed him a piece of paper. “He's informing us of a shipment of weapons and supplies that is expected to arrive shortly not far from here. There is a twenty-minute window of opportunity for us to get it.”

“What do you think, Mr. President?” asked one of the officers standing off to the side.

“The last one he sent us turned out to be very helpful. Army forces were able to steal the supplies easily,” Jeffrey said.

“Yes,” replied Colin, “but he could have been setting us up. This one could be a trap.”

Davis stood, looking at the transmission and thinking. Was this a trap, or was this someone on the inside that really wanted to help them? Could they risk taking the chance to find out? They had to, he decided. They had no choice.

“Take a few men and check this out. But tell them to watch their backs carefully.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied before leaving the room.

“Colin, do we have any idea at all who this man is?” Davis asked.

“No, sir,” Colin replied. “We can
'
t even figure out where it is that he's tapping into the lines.”

“Could we set some kind of trap to catch this guy?” asked George.

“I don't know that I want to catch him,” replied Davis. “He is apparently trying to help, for whatever reason. If we did catch him and tip off the aliens, we might lose what appears to be our only ally. Let's see what happens with this last message he sent. If whoever it is, is on our side, I want to leave him right where he is.”

* * * * *

“Mikayla, are you okay?” Celine's question brought her out of the haze she'd been in for the last several minutes. She had stood there staring at the half-full glass in her hand, replaying in her mind what Sidious had said to her. “
Trust what your heart tells you
.” But what did her heart tell her? Was he trying to tell her he wasn't who she thought he was? Or was she just being ridiculous?

“I'm fine.” She gave Celine a small smile, then turned to dump the contents of the glass in the trash bin.

In reality, she was as far from fine as you could get. How could the man who was attacking her world with such cruelty be the same man who had held her with such tenderness? She squeezed her eyes against the never-ending onslaught of questions.

Deep in her heart, she knew something wasn
'
t right. Something told her he wasn't the monster she thought he was, but her heart had been wrong before. She just couldn't believe it, not until she saw something definite. Something that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt she was wrong about him. But how could that be possible? There was no denying his position -- no denying he was the man in charge. How could he be anything else?

The swoosh of the doors drew her mind back to the task at hand. It was late, and the bar was almost empty except for a scattered few that refused to leave just yet. She drew her gaze upward and watched Sidious tiredly take a seat at the end of the counter.

He looked exhausted. His shoulders drooped slightly as though he carried the weight of the world. For a brief second, she felt bad for him. She had no idea what his job entailed, but more often than not the worry lines across his forehead creased with anxiety.

Grabbing a glass, she filled it full of ale and carried it to him. She needed to know about her people. No matter how bad. Now seemed as good a time as any to try to get some answers. If she could just forget about the other thing he
'
d said.

“
Mark my words, Mikayla. We will finish this
.” Just thinking about it sent her body into an immediate state of arousal. He had been right. She did want him to fuck her, and she hated herself for it.

“You look like you could use this,” she said as she handed him the drink.

Sidious raised an eyebrow and asked, “Should I have someone else taste it first?” Mikayla laughed. “No, it's perfectly safe. Besides, if I were going to kill you, I think I would be a little more creative than that. As well as a little more brutal. You deserve to die slowly.”

He snorted. “Then maybe I should ask what it is you want.” He lifted the glass and took a sip, watching her over the rim with those all-seeing eyes of his.

She hardened against the shiver and shrugged one shoulder. “What makes you think I want something?”

He just raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Okay.” She sighed. “I want something.” She took a deep breath and pressed forward. “I want to know what
'
s happening on Earth.” For a minute, she wondered if he was even going to answer her. His fingers fiddled with the glass in front of him, his brow drawn together in a tight line. He looked as though he were trying to decide what to say.

“I don't think that would be a good idea.”

“What do you mean you don't think it would be a good idea?” she snapped. “So it's a good idea to leave me here guessing as to the fate of my family and friends?” He placed his hand over the one she had resting on the bar in front of him and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. “You should try not to think about it, Mikayla.

You'll only get upset over something that you can't do anything about.” She snatched her hand out from under his and scowled at him. “My mother is down there, and I have no idea if she is dead or alive. How can I not think about it?” Sidious watched the last two men walk out the bar doors, then turned to her with a frown. “I know I'm going to regret this.”

Her heart beat faster as she waited for him to continue.
Regret what?

“What city was your mother in?” he asked.

“Ocala, Florida. Why?”

“Ocala was one of the towns made into a prison camp when we first landed. It was taken easily with very few deaths. More than likely, your mother is still there.” Her heart stopped beating and then thundered loudly. “Do they have a list of names possibly, maybe we could see if she is on it?” she asked hopefully.

“Mikayla, please don
'
t get your hopes up. Even if there is a list, there's no guarantee they will be able to find her. But I'll do what I can. It may take several days, if she is even there. What is her name?”

“Amy Adkins.” Her smile faded as a thought ran through her mind. “What do I have to do for you in return?”

He slammed the glass down on the table and scowled. The loud
thud
made her jump, and she took a step back as his eyes darkened in anger. Even Agnus stopped what he was doing.

“What the hell makes you think I want anything in return?”

“What else am I supposed to think?”

He stood, placing his hands on the counter, his black eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her shiver. “Would it be such a stretch to believe that I would do something out of the goodness of my heart? That just maybe I would do something to make you happy?”

He didn't wait for her answer; he just left. Mikayla actually opened her mouth to call him back to apologize but changed her mind. Instead she watched him leave with a heavy heart, then turned a confused frown toward Agnus who looked almost as shocked as she felt.

Agnus shrugged. “Sidious is a man of deep feelings. Always has been.” He turned toward the door with a sigh. “It bothers him that you think the worst.”

“What else can I think?”

His blue eyes studied her. “You might be surprised, Mikayla. If you would quit being so stubborn.”

With a frown, she turned back to the door and watched it as though the answers would just walk right through. She was thrilled that he had offered to look for her mother, but she also wondered if he didn't have an ulterior motive. She just wasn't sure she could trust him, but one thing she knew for sure. She didn't want to leave things the way they were. He was kind enough to do this for her; she should at least apologize…right?

With a sigh, she glanced toward the ceiling. And why should she? He was her enemy after all, not to mention a complete and total ass. God, she didn't know what to do.

Oh, the hell with it.

She turned back to Agnus. “Would you take me to his room?”

* * * * *

Sidious stalked into his quarters. Taking off his uniform jacket, he threw it against the window in aggravation. The gold buttons hit the glass with a
clink
, before falling to the floor. He still couldn
'
t believe the woman had actually hurt his feelings. And to top

it off, he'd stormed out of the lounge like a sulking child. God, when had he become such an ass?

Walking over to the window, he stared at the bright moon. He'd give that to her on a silver platter if she'd let him, but he knew she wouldn't. She'd throw it right back at him. He'd never met a woman he couldn't handle, until her. Was the challenge the attraction?

As soon as he thought it, he knew that wasn't the answer. It was deeper than that.

Whenever he made love to her, it felt right. Perfect.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against the cool glass, racking his brain for a solution. If he could only tell her the truth.

Pushing away from the window, he removed the rest of his clothes and sat on the edge of his bed. Maybe he should consider it. He had to go to Daego soon and meet with Taron. She could go with him. It would be the perfect place for her to see him as he really was, but would knowing the truth make a difference?

He pulled his communicator out of his belt and called the commanding officer in Ocala, giving him orders to search for a woman by the name of Amy Adkins.

“This may take a few days, my lord. There are over four hundred thousand people here.”

“Just find out what you can, Lieutenant. And let me know.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied.

Closing his communicator, he laid it on the table next to the bed and climbed under the covers. He tried to relax and get to sleep, but unfortunately, it wasn
'
t happening. He kept replaying his outburst at Mikayla. He would have to apologize to her tomorrow. She had every right to expect what she did. He hadn't been the most gentlemanly of men lately.

Sidious snorted. When was he ever a gentleman?

A knock sounded at his door, and he frowned, wondering who would be here so late. “There better be someone dying,” he snapped as he opened the door and stared wide-eyed at the person standing on the other side.

“Mikayla,” he said.

He glanced to Agnus, who shrugged, then walked away. Turning back to Mikayla, he leaned against the jamb and waited with curiosity.

“I wanted to say I was sorry.”

“For what?”

“For thinking what I did.”

Sidious shrugged. “You had every right.”

Mikayla sighed and glanced down at her hands. “I don't know why I'm here.” She glanced back up at him, and Sidious could see the anguish in her eyes. “I can't look at you without thinking of home and what you're doing to it.”

“I can't look at you without wanting to touch you,” Sidious said softly, and she peeked at him through her lashes. “You're like a damn drug.”

“It's just physical; it will pass,” she murmured.

Sidious chuckled. “And you're delusional if you think that will happen.” His gaze wandered down her body. “I think I like the robe you wore the first time much better.

Not that this isn't nice, though.”

She rolled her eyes. “I didn't come here to seduce you.”

“You came to be seduced?”

“Sid,” she said with a sigh.

“Mikayla,” he replied, mimicking her sigh.

She frowned at him, and his lips twitched, fighting a grin. “Shut up, get in here, and get those clothes off,” he said, then turned and walked back into his quarters.

He glanced at her over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?” She opened her mouth to say something, then clamped it shut.

“You
'
re missing out.”

She rolled her eyes with a huff of exasperation. “Give me a break.”

“I have something to give you, baby, but it certainly isn't a break. My guess is you'll like it just as much, though, if not more.” Putting her hands on her hips, she scowled at him through the door. She still hadn't walked through, but if she really didn't want to, she would have left already.

“You have to be the most arrogant, insufferable…” She stopped, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. “That's all you can come up with?”

She let out a heavy sigh. “I didn't come here to fight with you.”

“Damn,” he teased. “And here I was looking forward to it.” A small smile tugged at her lips before she turned away, trying to hide it. He walked back to the door and held his hand out to her, palm up. She stared at for a second, then slowly placed her hand in his.

“I'm going to hate myself in the morning,” she said as he pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind her.

“You always do,” he answered with a grin. Tugging her into his arms, he lowered his mouth to hers. “Just let me have you once without a fight.”

“I thought you enjoyed the fight,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He pressed his aching cock into her stomach. “Not when I want you this bad.” Mikayla welcomed the invasion of tongue between her lips, sighing as he deepened the kiss, teasing her tongue with his. Her body was still on fire from earlier,

still desperate to have him inside her, and that might be partly whey she'd felt the need to come here.

“How wet are you, baby?” he moaned, shoving her pants down her hips as he walked backward toward a chair, pulling her along.

“Very, I'm sure,” she whispered, her own fingers working loose the buttons of his pants.

His cock sprang free, and she gripped it, pumping her hand up and down the hard, long length. He groaned, pushing her hand away.

“You're killing me,” he growled as he dropped onto the chair.

She removed her pants, then kicked them aside.

“Now the top,” he ordered, and she slowly undid the tie, teasing him. “Now, Mikayla.”

She grinned slightly, stepping back out of his reach as he made to grab her. He scowled, making her smile widen as she slowly lowered a sleeve down one arm.

“Woman,” he growled. “When I get my hands on you…”

“You
'
ll what?” Mikayla teased, slowly lowering the other sleeve.

Sid stared at her breasts like a man about to go mad. She'd never seen him look like that before, and for a second, she felt a tremor of trepidation. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together before sliding her hands down her stomach. Placing one foot on the edge of the seat, she slid her hands between her legs, rubbing herself, deliberately teasing him.

“Damn it, Mikayla,” he growled. “Get down here and get on my cock, right now.”

“Make me,” she whispered, then squealed and ran when he jumped up from the chair to come after her.

He caught her easily, hauling her back against his chest with a hard tug. Mikayla gasped at his force and strength, but not from fear…from lust.

“Is that how you want it?” he snarled, but it didn't frighten her.

Instead it increased her desire, made her hotter and wetter. His hand moved down her stomach to slide between her legs. She moaned as his fingers separated her labia, stroking through her juices.

“You want me to make you want it?” he breathed in her ear, his voice deep, dark, and almost menacing, making her shudder in delight.

The tip of his middle finger gently circled her clit, and she rocked her hips, seeking a more firm touch. He denied her, deliberately teasing her like she
'
d done him.

She never imagined she'd like this. In her time with him, she'd learned something about herself and about how she liked sex. There was something about the way he seduced, about the way he made her submit, that got her wilder than she'd ever been in her life.

“Get on the bed, on your knees,” he demanded, and she wobbled forward, climbing onto the bed.

He moved behind her, dropping his pants to the floor. She braced herself, waiting for that first initial thrust that always made her squirm, but he held back, instead using his fingers to smear her cream up between the cleft of her ass.

She gasped, shocked that she would enjoy it when he touched her there. He pressed one finger deep into her ass, and she moaned, pressing back against him.

“I want you here so bad, I can taste it,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her hip.

His mouth moved lower to her pussy, and she moaned when he thrust his tongue inside her channel. He added a second finger to her ass, and the initial sharp burn made her catch her breath.

“Sid, please,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against his hand and face as he slowly fucked her ass with his fingers.

He moved his mouth from her pussy to softly bite at the side of her hip. She moaned, desperate for the release she could feel swimming just under the surface of her flesh.

“Do you want it now?” he asked, his voice rough with the same need coursing through her. He gripped a handful of hair, tugging her head back, and she drew in a sharp intake of air. “Do you?” he repeated, and she swallowed.

She was so close, if he entered her now, she
'
d come right then. She wasn't sure she wanted it over yet. “I'm so close,” she whispered. “Please.” Sid stood straight and held his fingers deep. Positioning the head of his cock at her weeping entrance of her pussy, he pressed forward, adding his thick girth to the fullness of his fingers in her ass. She cried out as the spasms began almost instantly, the addition of his fingers only intensifying her pleasure.

He started thrusting before he was even all the way in, working his cock deeper with every pump of his hips. His fingers thrust in time with his cock, pressing into her ass and adding delicious pressure against her channel from the other side.

Mikayla
'
s fingers fisted in the blankets beneath her as he pounded harder, deeper, sending her flying over the edge with a shout, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He leaned over, wrapping his arm around her ribs and holding her close as she rode out the intense waves of release. She slowly relaxed, and he pulled his cock and fingers from her body. She moaned at the loss but was too weak for much else. He never failed to completely drain her, leaving her nothing but a ball of quivering emotions. She'd never met a man like him, and knew deep down, she never would again.

Turning her to face him, he lifted her so her pussy rested at his cock and walked backward until he hit the armless chair against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his musky scent and holding him close.

With a groan, he dropped down, letting her thighs straddle his pelvis, her feet dangling against the cold floor.

“Take me inside you.”

His deep, sexy voice made her limbs tremble. She doubted she could take another orgasm like the last one, but she couldn't deny him. He'd proven that numerous times, and this time was no different.

She lifted onto her feet and resettled the head of his cock at her entrance. Pressing down, they both moaned as his length filled her, stretched her full.

“God, that feels good,” Sid groaned as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her nipple.

Mikayla sighed, rocking her hips forward and back in an ever-increasing rhythm, her fingers scraping at his scalp, holding him closer to her breasts. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending tantalizing sparks of pleasure up her spine with every rock of her hips.

Sidious bent her backward slightly, biting at the undersides of her breasts and forcing his cock deeper.

“Do you have any idea what a hot little fuck you are?” he groaned in her ear, sending her heart skipping in her chest.

God, she loved it when he talked like that.

“I can't get enough of you,” he whispered, grasping her hips and working them against him faster.

“Sid,” she whimpered.

She grasped the back of the chair just behind his shoulders and dug her nails deep into the leather. Her knuckles ached as she held on tight, bracing herself against the wild onslaught of pleasure gripping her womb.

His thick length throbbed against her channel, and she knew he was as close as she was. She could feel the tension in his body, the fierce grip he had on her hips. He was waiting for her.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered against her lips, and she exploded.

Sidious grit his teeth, holding himself back as she pulsed around him. Her pussy sucked at his cock, her walls rippling around him as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. He would never get enough of this -- the feel of her, the tightness of her, the way she whimpered his name. He could stay here forever.

With a growl, he lifted his hips upward, burying his cock deep. He gripped her hips, holding her still as he pumped in short, deep thrusts, emptying his seed deep inside her channel.

She fell forward onto his chest, burying her face in his neck. “I still hate you,” she said with a sigh.

He smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around her back and holding her close.

“Baby, I hope you keep hating me, if this is how you show it.” He felt the breath of hot air against his neck as she snorted. “How can you be like this?” she asked, her voice soft against his neck. “How can you be like this with me and still be the man who destroys my world?”