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  This house was obviously meant to be used as a hideout for the gang. So they must have had taken extra care when selecting the location to ensure it wouldn't be easy for the authorities to find the house.

  But then again, the police department would have to first link my abduction to the murder in the alley. Could the cops realistically do that though? I mean, if they were to check my calls, emails, and text messages, they would pretty much come up with nothing since I didn't exactly socialize much. Then when they started talking to people who knew me, they'd come to see I was basically the least likely person in the world to draw any sort of attention from the local gang.

  The more I thought about it, the more despair I felt. I was doomed to a lifetime in this basement as the gang's captive. I would forever be Tyler's pet. And the rest of the men in the gang, they might eventually take their turns with me as well. I guessed danger found a way to get to a boring good girl like me after all.

  Chapter 4

  Tyler

  "So did you fuck the little bitch downstairs yet?" asked Mark, one of Alpha Outlaws' elder members.

  "No, and don't call her a bitch. She's a good girl who just had the misfortune of running into me when she did," I said as my gaze bounced from place to place.

  "Hey now, don't tell me you're turning into a softie here. You're one of the most ruthless members of this gang, and I had never known you to give a damn about any woman before. What? Have you gone and fallen in love with our little captive?"

  Our little captive? I didn't like the sound of that one bit. She was my little pet. I didn't want to share her with anyone else.

  I wanted to tell Mark to fuck off. But I stayed silent because he had after all been something of a mentor to me when I first joined the gang.

  "Well, regardless of how you're feeling about the captive downstairs, you better not forget one of the major rules of the Alpha Outlaws. We share everything with each other, including our women. So if you have sex with her, so will everyone else."

  God. I had almost forgotten about that. Sharing women with the gang had never been of any concern to me before because none of the women I bedded in the past meant a single damn thing to me. But Vivian was different. Even though I barely knew her, she somehow managed to evoke something within me that I didn't even know was still there.

  Her body felt fucking amazing against mine earlier, and I wanted nothing more than to lay claims on her by ravishing her completely. But I didn't want the rest of the gang to use her like they would a common whore. She was still a virgin for heaven's sake.

  I felt so conflicted. A part of me wanted to just let her go so that I would no longer be tempted to walk down the basement, strip her bare, and pound my cock inside her virgin hole. But I couldn't just let her go. She knew too much about the gang already. The Alpha Outlaws would never allow her to live another day without my protection. Fuck! For the first time in my life, I wasn't sure what to do.

  Vivian

  Despite my fears, worries, and sexual frustrations, I eventually fell asleep on the mattress in the basement. Tiredness from all the crazy happenings must have worn me out enough to sleep in an entirely new place.

  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes upon waking up, slightly hoping that by the time I finished rubbing my eyes, my surroundings would change back to my bedroom. But no, I was still in the gloomy basement. Last night definitely wasn't a dream.

  Interestingly enough, the first thought into my mind after the realization I was still a gangster's captive wasn't how the hell do I go about getting myself out of here. Instead, it was something more along the lines of I still can't believe he left me naked and wanting more from him last night.

  Having gone to bed last night without the sexual release I needed, I still felt aroused upon waking up. Tired of feeling sexually frustrated, I relied on my own fingers for some relief.

  Growing up in a strict and conservative family, I had always been taught that it was sinful to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh. Hence, I hardly ever masturbated even when I really wanted to. Instead, I would busy myself with either chores or schoolwork to distract myself from sexual thoughts.

  But right now, my need was too strong for me to simply ignore. So I sneaked my hand inside my cotton panties and quickly found my aching nub. My thumb flicked over my hot button again and again as I recalled Tyler's gorgeous body and masculine scent. I imagined it was his expert tongue and long fingers that were touching me. I then slid a dainty finger inside myself and made believe that it was him entering me for the first time.

  Over and over again I darted my finger in and out. My breath quickened and my skin flushed as I climbed towards my peak. Faster and faster I fingered myself until I was shuddering and whispering his name.

  I felt dazed after the fact and was ready to lie back and rest when suddenly I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Looking over towards the noise, I saw Tyler standing on the steps of the stairway.

  How long had he been standing there like that? And did he hear me whispering his name as I came?

  Tyler

  Last night, after my conversation with Mark, I went to bed upstairs and thought about the situation with Vivian. After God knows how long of thinking it through, I decided that I would still keep her around as a pet and tease her endlessly. However, I wasn't going to under any circumstances penetrate her with my cock. I figured as long as I managed to do that the rest of the gang couldn't enforce the sharing rule on me.

  But when I walked down to the basement this morning to bring her some breakfast, what was the first thing I saw? It was her stretched out on the mattress with her back arched and her fingers inside her pants. My cock instantly stirred upon seeing her like that. I wanted to place the food tray down, peel off all her clothes, and ram my cock inside her virgin body.

  As if I wasn't having a hard enough time controlling myself around her, she went and whispered my name when she came. Seriously, I had no idea how I was able to stop myself from climbing on top of her then and taking away her innocence in one swift motion.

  Instead of pouncing on her like my body ached to do, I cleared my throat to let her know of my presence. Her chin dipped down while she tried to conceal her pretty face with her hair, and all I could think about was tugging that hair while fucking her from behind.

  "How long have you been standing there?" she stammered from behind her hair.

  "Long enough to see that you're a lot naughtier than you appear to be. Anyway, I've got breakfast for you, my little pet. So go ahead and freshen up in the bathroom then come out to join me for breakfast," I commanded.

  Surprisingly enough, Vivian actually did as I said without putting up a fight. While she was in the bathroom, I took the opportunity to meditate.

  You're probably astounded by the fact that a gangster like me would be into meditation. After all, weren't gangsters all about using violence when it came to dealing with things?

  Maybe for some of the men on the wrong side of the law, violence was all they knew. But those guys were probably never going to accomplish anything big during their gangster career. Because to become successful at anything in life, having the ability to stay cool, calm, and collected no matter what was a definite must. That was why I regularly practiced meditation. It helped me think clearly in the face of dangers. And being involved in gang activity meant I was exposed to danger quite regularly.

  But right now, my reason for meditation wasn't to keep myself out of harm's way. It was to get my head out of the gutter. I needed to stop picturing Vivian naked and vulnerable underneath my body if I wanted to keep her around without sharing her with anyone else.

  Vivian

  I was in the bathroom for a bit longer than it actually took to wash my face before breakfast. I was horrified that Tyler caught me masturbating and wasn't in any rush to come back out there to see him again. But of course, I couldn't just stay inside the bathroom forever. Tyler would sooner or later come in to get me if I stayed in the bathroom
too long. Plus, my belly was grumbling for some food.

  I exited the bathroom and saw Tyler sitting on the mattress with his eyes closed. For a second, I thought he was sleeping. But then he quickly opened his eyes as I came closer. Perhaps he was meditating or something. Not what I had expected to see him doing. But then again, what did I even know about a gangster's life?

  "Sit," he motioned towards the chair he had tied me to for hours yesterday.

  I did as I was told, and he followed after me with a tray of food. He placed the tray down on a nearby empty chair and held up a cheese Danish. He broke off a piece of the Danish and brought it to my mouth.

  "I don't have my hands tied today. I can feed myself," I said.

  "True. But you're still my little pet, and I enjoy feeding you," he said as he brought the Danish even closer to my lips.

  I didn't fight it. I obediently opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me the pastry. He smiled while watching me eat. I relaxed more and more with every bite.

  For a moment there, I even forgot that I was held here against my will. He was like a lover feeding me a scrumptious breakfast after a passionate night of being together. It felt good having him tend to my needs like that. After what felt like a lifetime of dutifully doing chores at home, it was nice to have someone take care of me for a change. If only he wasn't a cold-blooded murderer!

  "So tell me, Vivian, how come you're still a virgin?" he asked as he broke off another piece of Danish for me to eat.

  "I was taught to save for myself for marriage," I answered blankly.

  "And you actually listen to everything your parents tell you?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

  "Well, yes, actually I do. Not that you would know anything about being a good child. Because I can't imagine any parent being happy with their son being a gang member."

  Tyler swallowed hard and bit down on his bottom lip. He went silent for a moment before saying, "You're right, my parents aren't happy with me. But it's not because I'm a gangster."

  "Then what is it?" I asked, curious to understand more about the man who's got me under his control.

  "I'm an unlovable person, and I bring the worst of luck to people."

  "Why would you say that?"

  "Just look at you, for instance. You were walking along minding your own business when you ran into me. Now you're stuck in a basement, presumably fearing for your life."

  "Did your parents blame their misfortunes on you? Is that why you ended up where you are now?"

  "My mother didn't blame me for anything. She was never given the chance. She died giving birth to me. I don't need anyone to tell me that it was me who brought about my own mother's death," he said with a pained expression.

  His words haunted me. I looked at him then and saw a little boy who grew up thinking he was some type of monster brought on earth to destroy everything he touched. My eyes watered as I wished to somehow alleviate his pain.

  I fumbled for the right words to console him with before simply saying, "It's not your fault."

  "Yeah? Tell that to my dad. He sure thinks it is. That man hasn't given a shit about me since the day I was born. And to be honest, I don't blame him one bit. I deserve to be hated by him. I took away the love of his life."

  My heart broke for him. Without even thinking, I reached out and lightly stroked his forearm. "No, Tyler, it really isn't your fault. And I'm sure if your mom could see you right now she would say the same."

  "Well, thanks to me, we'll never get to hear her say it," he said, brushing my hand away.

  "Please, Tyler, stop blaming yourself for something you have no control over. And don't think for a second that you're unlovable because it isn't true."

  "What do you care whether or not I find myself responsible for my mother's death? You're here against your own will. How could you not think I'm an unlovable person?"

  He had a point. Yet it still didn't change how I felt. "I know you're not an unlovable person because I can see the kindness in you despite everything that has happened. Even though you brought me here and locked me away in this basement, you haven't actually done anything to physically hurt me. My goodness, you even take the time to feed me. How could you not be a lovable person?"

  "What? Are you falling in love with me now? Are you developing Stockholm syndrome? I'm not as great as you say I am. I'm only keeping you around to serve as my pet. Don't kid yourself into thinking you're anything more special than that."

  "Then why didn't you take me last night? You had me all wet and ready for you. Why didn't you just go ahead and pluck my cherry? Why bother waiting for me to actually want you to take my virginity?"

  "What? You think you've got me all figured out now? You think I won't hurt you? Think again, Vivian. I'll show you my true colors now."

  He scooped me into his arms and drove his tongue deep into my mouth. The intensity with which he was kissing me caused the sound of my heartbeat to thrash in my ears. Part of me wanted to flee for safety while another part of me ached for even more from him.

  He tore off my shirt and bra, then clamped his mouth over my nipple. He sucked and harshly bit into my bud causing me to yell.

  His hand went to the zipper of his pants, and within seconds, his pants and boxers were down by his ankles.

  His cock was bare for me to see, and I gasped as soon as I saw the length and girth of it. The thought of him shoving his manhood inside my never been touched body had me both wet and frightful at the same time.

  He pushed me down onto the chair, then wrapped his fingers around my hair while his other hand guided his cock towards my mouth. He pried my lips apart with the tip of his cock and shoved his way inside.

  I sputtered as he jammed his cock in further, his pelvis smashed against my face, making it hard for me to even breathe.

  He tightened his grip on my hair, turning himself into a puppeteer and me into a puppet whose head was fully controlled by him.

  My eyes watered as I gagged on his cock, yet I was becoming slick with arousal down below. I was getting turned on by him manhandling me. What was wrong with me? Why was I enjoying his rough treatment like this?

  Over and over again he jostled his way into my mouth while maintaining a tight grip on my hair. I stared up at him then and saw fire in his eyes. Was it due to lust or anger? Or was it a combination of both?

  After everything he had told me earlier, I wouldn't be surprised if he was now taking out all of his hurt and anger on me. And even though he was my captor, someone I shouldn't care about, I wanted so badly to rid him of all his pain. I didn't mind him taking out his aggression on me with his cock. If being rough with me could help heal him in some way, then I was more than happy to help. Besides, my body had a mind of its own and was rather enjoying the harsh and rigorous thrusting of his cock.

  Faster and faster he bashed into my mouth. His breathing became heavier as his grunts got louder. The expression on his face changed, and I wasn't sure why. Then he exploded into my mouth, helping me to realize that the change in his expression earlier was the result of him being right on the edge of cumming.

  I never thought I would be the type of woman to swallow a man's cum. But given the circumstances, I didn't have much of a choice.

  His cream slid down my throat. There was so much cum that it easily filled my entire belly.

  Spent from his climax, Tyler slid out of my mouth. He zipped his pants back up but then stripped out of his shirt.

  "Here, you can wear my shirt since I accidentally ripped yours earlier," he said, handing me the shirt he was wearing before. Then he grabbed the empty food tray and made his way up the stairs.

  I slid the shirt over my head to cover up my naked upper body. The shirt smelled like him, and I automatically did a sharp intake of breath to whiff in even more of his masculine scent. What was going on with me? Was I falling for the man who was holding me captive against my will?

  Chapter 5

  Tyler

  I didn't plan to shove my cock down h
er throat; it just sort of happened. She was deluding herself, thinking I was a decent human being worthy of love. I had to put her in her place. Because even though I wanted her to be my submissive pet, I didn't want her falling in love with me or anything resembling that.

  I brought the worst of luck to those who care about me. My mother was the prime example. But a close second would be my best childhood friend, Garett.

  Like me, Garett grew up knowing the Alpha Outlaws as his one and only family. Being a few years younger than me, I saw him as my younger brother. I always made sure I had his back covered whenever we went on our gang missions together.

  Then one day, we suffered a surprise attack from a rival gang. Garett and I were walking along talking about some random shit when he got shot right in front of me.

  I managed to kill the son of a bitch who pulled the trigger on Garett and quickly brought Garett in to see the Alpha Outlaw's person physician. But it was too late. He was pronounced dead on the spot.

  His death made it clear to me that I should never care about anyone or allow anyone to care about me. Because I was certain nothing good could ever come of it. To cross path with me was a thousand times worse than crossing path with a black cat. Vivian being stuck down in the basement after running into me in the alley was further proof of that.

  Last night, when I kissed her lips and feminine curves, I wasn't surprised by her body's physical response. I had enough notches on my belt to know how to make a woman beg and whimper for more.

  What did surprise me, though, was how she responded to our conversation earlier. I brought her here against her will, and even tied her to a chair for hours last night, yet she somehow sympathized with the pain of my childhood. And the look in her eyes told me she didn't just pity the fact that my mother died at my birth. She seemed genuinely concerned as if I was a friend or lover to her. And I couldn't have her feeling that way about me.