Thread: Bought! (Jack Stalker x Moonlight)

France had been a wonderful turn from the usual normalcy of her life. It hadn't taken much coaxing from several of her eager friends until she'd booked a flight along with them for the impending holidays, and she thoroughly planned to enjoy herself under the generosity of her father's credit card. Unfortunately, she'd discover that there would be far less opportunity to shop than she had accounted for, and instead something from only the darkest vestiges of her fantasies would manifest in Paris. The nightmare all dropped on her head the moment she stepped out into the airport, the terminal bubbling with a rush of tourists and businessmen alike. Curious hazel eyes couldn't help from absorbing the ocean of people, and she'd glanced over a pair of peculiar men standing roughly a few feet away from her with little concern. Little to her knowledge, her brother had hired them out for impressive sums of cash, and were watching her actions with intense deliberation. Paris night life was notorious clubs were stacked from seedy to extravagant, strewn generously across the brightly lit landscape. Her mistake however, was waving her friends off to buy more time to fix her dress, promising them profusely that she'd be there as soon as possible - but it seemed the two that broke into her room soon after quite rudely had other thoughts in mind as they almost smothered her in a black bag, wrists bound quickly behind her back. They must have dragged her out the back door, as she heard no one hearing her muffled pleas for help. Helpless, she found herself locked in the back of a large van, the back spacious no doubt for the sole purpose of keeping captives in. Nothing she did helped her, nothing in the van to aid her in escape. She simply realized all she could do was wait to see what exactly they had in mind for her. Maybe she'd offer a few tears, kick around a little and see their reactions. The ride came to an abrupt stop. By the sounds of it, or rather the lack of, they hadn't intended to rape her and throw her body in the ocean, ruling out possibly her greatest fear. Memories poked at if this could possibly a surprise her friends had mentioned, but as she desperately grasped for anything, she quickly came to realization that she was maybe a bit more helpless than she'd imagined, as she was suddenly grabbed roughly through into a room, and flung onto what felt like a staircase. Wincing at the possible bruises she guessed she now sported on her side, she had no time to recover before the suffocating bag on her head was torn off, her dark, luscious curls cascading down the pale of her face. As she blinked away the stars, a solid figure in front of her materialized. Oh, certainly, she had something to say to the bastard that had so rudely taken her away from her little date with Paris, until her captor's face came into focus. There wasn't mistaking those deliciously dark, amber eyes, so similar to her own, that were now trailing over her frame. God, in fact, even his distinctly masculine scent was recognizable. But before any words could come from her mouth, he'd dragged her unceremoniously down the carpeted stairs, explaining perhaps about every question she had whirling through her muddled mind. It was true she was a tease. As unintentional as it first was, her sick fantasies pervaded her dreams often, and she'd found herself awakening in the midst of a dream dripping wet, almost fully expecting her brother on top of her, even fully disappointed to find he wasn't. She hadn't dreamed he'd ever fall for her taunts, those slip of the legs she'd flashed almost daringly, her eyes just as smoldering as Jen's was now, except he made not a single effort to hide it from her. His dirty talk only drove her all the more wild, shivering as his lips touched on her earlobe. Just try it, you sick bastard, she hissed, uncertain of her own defiance. This was wrong, but so deliciously, exquisitely wrong. With more or less all the effort she could give, she gave a twist of her hips and rammed her knee as hard as she could against his groin. If he wanted her, then by hell he was at least going to have to earn it, and she had every intention of drawing the darker side of her brother out of him as she could.