Page 15 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Stone stepped forward and untied one of his hands. He tugged at the jacket, helping Montgomery get his arm out before he untied his other arm and did the same for that one. Even though he was untied, Montgomery stayed still, obviously smart enough to figure out he had nowhere to go.
Stone threw the suit jacket in the corner of the room and watched with interest as Montgomery rolled up the sleeves of the dress shirt. Stone’s mouth watered with every inch of forearm he exposed.
“Better?” Stone asked, taking a step back.
“How long are you going to keep me here? I’m hungry.” As if his stomach heard him complaining, it growled loud enough for Stone to hear. Montgomery glanced down at it and frowned.
Stone grinned and moved in front of the door, just in case Monty thought it was a smart idea to run. “I’ll get you some food soon.”
Montgomery licked his lips and nodded. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and sighed. He rose to his feet, slowly, and shifted closer until they were inches apart. His soft breath teased Stone’s cheek and danced along his chin. “Are you going to kill me?”
“I haven’t decided that yet.” His lips twisted unkindly.
Montgomery’s gaze dropped, and he stared straight at Stone’s crotch. “I can do things for you.”
Stone snorted. “Yeah? Like what?”
Montgomery’s palm touched Stone’s chest, flat against his breastbone, and he stared at him seductively, eyelashes lowered, gaze heated.
Stone could see why this sort of look worked on other men. It certainly had his body interested. His skin tingled beneath his shirt where Montgomery touched, and his toes curled in his boots, but he kept his cool. He had to remember that Montgomery did this to get what he wanted, and Stone wouldn’t let him have it this time.
His hand slid lower until he hooked his fingers in Stone’s belt. “Want me to suck your cock?”
Stone’s brows rose. “I thought you were usually the one who got the blowjob.”
He shrugged. “I’m good at sucking cock.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Let me show you.” He fell to his knees in front of Stone, fingers working on his belt. He managed to unbuckle it, but before he could unzip Stone’s pants, Stone clutched his hands and grinned down at him.
“Get off your knees, you whore.”
Montgomery blinked up at him in confusion. “I thought you wanted me to suck your cock?”
“I don’t.” Stone stepped away, letting Montgomery’s hands fall limp at his sides. “I just like seeing you this way. What would Booker think of his son, on his knees about to give his kidnapper a blowjob?”
Montgomery snorted, rising so quickly he nearly fell over. He glared, his gaze heated and full of that pretty anger again. “He wouldn’t be surprised. He thinks I’m a whore, just like you and your merry band of criminals do. What the fuck do you know about me? You think you’ve done your research.” He spread his arms. “So tell me all about Montgomery Booker. What do you know about the spoiled rich kid who likes a hard cock in his ass?”
Stone ran his gaze down Montgomery’s body slowly, studying him, before he stared at his face again. His pale cheeks were flushed a beautiful angry crimson, his hair a mess on his head. Now that he didn’t have a suit to make him look like a stuffy businessman, Stone noticed how tightly the shirt clung to his chest, the finely made material fitted in all the right places. The photos didn’t do his attractiveness justice. He really was model material.
“You’re not hard to figure out.” Stone shrugged and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His fingers touched his flip knife, but he ignored it. He didn’t need it again, not yet. “Daddy didn’t love you, and Mommy left you. All you wanted was Daddy’s attention, but he never gave it to you. You did what any rich teenage boy would have done, you behaved badly. But still, Daddy didn’t care. He paid people for their silence and ignored you. And then you went to college, and to piss Daddy off, you studied something he wouldn’t like. Philosophy, was it? Let me guess, that annoyed him.”
Montgomery shoved him, but Stone held his ground, making himself unmovable by cementing his feet to the carpet beneath him.
“I guess I hit a sore spot, then.”
His eyes flashed. “Fuck you.”
“You say that a lot. Didn’t Daddy teach you manners?”
Montgomery let out a roar and went in to tackle Stone, but Stone expertly moved out of the way, making Montgomery stumble and hit the wall. He turned and went in for the attack again, and this time Stone let his shoulder slam into his gut, sending them both careening backward and onto the floor.
Stone hit the carpet hard, with Montgomery on top of him, aiming punches for his jaw. Stone ducked his head, missing the balled fists aimed at him, and pivoted his feet against the ground, using it as leverage to roll them over so he was on top. He grabbed Montgomery’s chaffed wrists and slammed them above his head, holding them there with one hand, while the other wrapped around Montgomery’s neck, squeezing.
Montgomery’s mouth parted, gasping for air as Stone’s fingers clenched at his throat, clamping his windpipe. He gasped, his body writhing beneath Stone’s weight, until his pleading eyes stared up at him, begging him to let go.
“Are you going to try that again?” Stone asked.
