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THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. CONSIDER YOUR SELF WARNED!
Seeing Lizzie's deer-caught-in-the-headlight expression in the mirror only fueled Red's predatory nature. All he wanted to do was ravage this magnificent creature...make her his, make her beg, make her cry in ecstasy, make her pay for the stress and pain she put him through during his waking hours and the sexual torment she put him through during his sleeping hours. Red wished for nothing more than to show her passion and love and everything she deserved...but now was not the time. Opening his mouth to say something that would break the trance they found themselves in, he was interrupted by the shrilling noise of the telephone ringing. Lizzie's startled jump amused him, and her murderous look toward the phone made his eyebrow arch. "My, my... Is my Lizzie enjoying herself to the point of NOT wanting to be interrupted? Maybe I won't have to wait too long after all..." Filing her reaction away for later and having a rather interesting idea, Red raised his right hand and caressed Lizzie's face, turning it once more to the mirror. Looking at her, he simply said,"Samantha, my dear, I'm afraid you're going to have to answer that... It's one of those unavoidable phone calls..."
He watched Lizzie look at the phone and attempt to reach it, but it was too far away. She would either have to get up and fetch it from her right, or crawl over him and stretch a bit from her left. To her credit, Lizzie did try to get up, but Red was having none of it. Grabbing Lizzie's captive leg with a bit more force, he lifted it so that her knee reached his mouth. Kissing it adoringly he started to pull her over him. This movement made her supple breasts skim his back. The scarred tissue had stayed extremely sensitive and the effect was even more erotic for him than it would be for her. He felt her hold her breath and heard her gasp. He once more found himself wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms. "Oh how I wish to adore you," he thought fervently. As he guided her over him he wondered how she was going to proceed. Straddle him an give him a clear view of her glorious chest? Or lay down on top of him, thus grinding his erection and flattening her supple breasts on his chest? Either way, Red won. But then he always did... at least in these matters anyway. It all depended on how far gone she was and how bold she felt. But in all honesty, as wanton as Red felt, he really did desire the intimacy of her proximity.
For all of his sexual prowess, Red felt lonely. Yes, he wanted Lizzie's body and soul but in the recesses of his mind when the night was dark and silent Red knew that he needed Lizzie to feel the same for him as he felt for her. Her initial profile of him was correct. He did need her... but not for the reasons that she thought.
Lizzie had opted for lying on top of him, her breath shallow and hitched. It became ragged when Red gently and slowly skimmed his hand up the leg he still held captive and rested it on her left butt cheek and pressed down, forcing her to come into contact with his heated bulge.
Closing her eyes firmly, Lizzie stretched herself as much as she could without rubbing herself on him and just managed to grab the still shrilling telephone. "If only you knew the power you have over me," Red thought tenderly as he admired her beautiful face. It occurred to him that before the night was out what remained of his heart could be completely shattered... all that was needed was a clear rejection from Lizzie. "But that's not going to happen is it? You came back. I was set to leave but you came back... to me... These last two months I have proven that you at the very least desire me and do feel SOMETHING... don't you my dear? I can see it, NOW... feel it... And you never were one to give yourself over freely to a man. It was one of the many things Sam loved about you. You need to FEEL something even if to have sex…" Red felt his control slipping by the minute. Tightening his leash even more, Red breathed in deeply and ordered in a tight gravelly voice, "Hold the phone to my ear." Lizzie obeyed the order and sagged fully on him, running out of strength to keep the small space between them and without managing to contain a little whimper. Tucking her body to his and making himself comfortable, he spoke into the mouth piece, "There better be a very good reason for this interruption, Wajeeh..."
"Yes, there is. I'm sorry to interrupt, but the information you ask of me isn't as straightforward as we had hoped. It seems as though this gentleman is paranoid. I only have a PO box number. I could get one of my more talented employees to get a name and address if you wish."
"My dear boy this is starting to sound like a cloak and dagger noir, and, although I do appreciate the genre, I really find myself without much patience for it," was Red's dry reply. It was only now that he noticed that his hands had decided to mutiny against his mind and were now quite happily caressing and rubbing Lizzie's body... skin on skin. They had, at some point, found their way under the lace robe. Lizzie was doing her best not to wither under his ministrations and this displeased Red to no end, so he decided to let his hands run free all over her back, bottom, hips and legs. He was so concentrated on watching Lizzie's reaction that he had lost half of what that petulant child was saying. At least he caught the last and most important part.
"...It will take a bit, but she is very talented. I just wanted to inform you of this so that you wouldn't think I was trying to pull something..."
"Hummm... In that case thank you for keeping me informed, but Wajeeh, please DON'T interrupt me unless it's life or death, yes?"
Red heard Wajeeh's soft laughter as he replied, "Of course. Once again I apologize for interrupting."
And with that, the line went dead, not that Red noticed any of that... Lizzie had chosen that moment to give up on any self control she had OR she simply didn't have any more left and started to slightly undulate her hips against his now raging erection. Grabbing her hips with both hands, Red thrusted once and gained a surprised gasp from Lizzie, who let the phone fall from her hands and hugged his shoulders and neck as closely and tightly as she could. Red thrust upwards a couple of more times before turning round and landing fully on top of her, latching his lips onto her collar bone. "Raymond...slow down. It's too soon... not yet..."
"She's not ready," his reasonable side chanted to him. But alas, Red paid it no mind. Lizzie's nails were threatening to tear the fabric of Red's shirt while he dry humped her vigorously. Lizzie wrapped her long legs around Red's waist while he tightened his grip on her hips. Just when Red was about to lose all control over himself and unleash the dark beast within him, the phone rang for a second time. Stopping what he was doing, he furiously looked for the infuriating device. Finding it, he all but roared in to it.
"WHAT?"
"IT'S THE F.B.I.! THEY'RE RAIDING THE CLUB! GET OUT. GET OUT NOW! I'VE SENT SOME GUARDS TO GET YOU AND YOUR BODYGUARD! GET OUT!" And with that, the frantic Wajeeh hung up. Red felt like he had been doused by a bucket of ice cold water. "Yes, Raymond...the F.B.I... Remember THEM! Look at her... how is it going to look when they get here and find her like this?" Looking down at Lizzie's flushed and debauched face, it hit him that Ressler and all the others would probably make assumptions. And while they might be completely true, the FBI didn't need to know that. Lizzie thought that her job was the only thing she had left in this world, and having her professional reputation ruined would destroy her. "I need to get her out of this place before they get here."
"Wait right here for me, alright?" he told her gently, kissing her forehead. The simple fact that Lizzie didn't react just showed Red how far out of it with arousal she really was. Adjusting his crown jewels, Red made his way to the chair, unbuttoned the top two buttons his collar, rolled up his sleeves, and put on his vest. He put the black sash and his tie in one of his pockets, grabbed his coat, and went back to the bed. Gently grabbing her shoulders, Red put Lizzie in a seated position, careful to hide from the mirror. She reached out for him but he held her hands securely in his and said:
"My dear, the F.B.I. is here... Do you understand?" Noting Lizzie's confused expression, he repeated himself once more before recognition settled in on her face. When she looked at up at him he saw the sheer terror on her face while she started to hyperventilate. "Here, put on my coat. We are leaving this place," he said out loud as he dressed her in it and added in a whisper that only she could hear, "I won't let them see you like this, Lizzie. Hurry." Just as he finished saying this there was knock on the door.
" ! Please hurry up! We must leave immediately."
Lizzie didn't know what or how she felt. All she knew was that she was on fire. There was a dark thrill under her skin, and all she wanted was for Red to let go of that tight control he held over himself. She wondered where he had gone to and was about to get up and go to him when he reappeared half dressed, more or less composed, and with his coat on his arm. Wait… where is, he going… He can't leave… She thought in a daze.
He sat down and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down next to him. She reached out to touch him, but he held her hands in his and said something to her, but it went unnoticed; all she could do was stare at his swollen lips and wonder what it would be like to have him kiss her lower…way lower. She did, on the other hand, hear what Red was saying the second time round: "My dear, the F.B.I. is here… Do you understand?" Her muddled brain tried to make sense of what he was saying, and after a second, reality sunk in. Now she knew how she felt. Horrified, and she knew what she felt...Shame…in large doses, but she was still on fire.
She still burned for the man in front of her, and that was what terrified her the most. All she wanted was to pull him to her and kiss him. And never let go. And say to Hell with the consequences. She started to hyperventilate as Red helped her into his jacket as he said: "Here, put on my coat. We're leaving this place," he said out loud, but added in a whisper that only she could hear, "I won't let them see you like this, Lizzie. Hurry."
She heard someone banging violently on the door and looked back at Red. He finished buttoning up his coat and went to open the door. Speaking quietly with whoever was on the other side, he closed the door and walked back to her rapidly. The problem was that when she stood up her legs failed her. Her thighs where weak, due to the pounding for the lack of a better word, that they received. This brought up a fresh wave of embarrassment that only escalated when Red caught her before she could fall onto the floor. Raising her eyes to his, she trembled slightly when she saw his heated gaze.
Whatever she was feeling, she somehow knew that Red was feeling it too. Lizzie now had no doubt in her mind that if Ressler hadn't moved in when he did, she would have been in for one hell of a ride. "And you would have loved it…" That pesky voice said. She tried to say something, but before she could, Red said very quietly, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but this is the only way to do this without raising suspicion." She felt a small sting in her neck. When she looked at Red's hand, she saw him emptying out the contents of a small syringe. "I only gave you half the dose. I'll explain later." She felt dizzy and held on to Red's vest. He pulled her to him and gently kissed her neck, licking it slightly. He then picked her up and started to walk toward the door. After that, all she could do was feel his hands, see dancing lights and hear sounds; though she could always distinguish his voice, especially if he was whispering to her. She felt the cold, brisk air and snuggled closer to Red's body. She heard voices and then slipped into a semi-unconscious state as Red tightened his hold on her.
As Red walked down the corridor with Lizzie in his arms, he felt a mix of emotions. First, he hated the idea of having to drug Lizzie, even if he only gave her half the dose to make it all the more believable, he still hated it. He enjoyed having a responsive Lizzie, he thought to himself as he smirked. And how responsive she was. He also felt male pride in her inability to stand or walk due to some very interesting circumstances. He only wished he could have furthered said circumstances, and lastly, feeling her in his arms so vulnerable and lost fueled his possessive streak tenfold.
He had gotten a taste of Sam's little girl, the same little girl who he once saved and now wanted more, demanded more. "Oh my dear the things I plan on doing with you…" He also felt somewhat depraved. This was in essence, his best friend's Daughter. But Red admitted to himself that he had always had a lascivious streak that he had always indulged in, even with his dear sweet Carla. He adored her with his entire being, and he fully enjoyed their love making. He remembered their honeymoon fondly. With these thoughts in mind, he finally reached Wajeeh's office.
"Mr. Reddington, here is the flash drive with the information you asked for and here's the flash drive with the footage from the room. Don't worry about the F.B.I, my technicians are flawless; they wiped the drives and burned them as well. Now you must go, they're in the stairwell as we speak. Through here," The young man said in an urgent whisper. Red only looked at Wajeeh and nodded. "Follow this guard, he will take you through the secret stairwell to the outside.
Red heard footsteps behind him and turned. Dembe had finally reached him and he too was carrying his… charge in his arms. Both men followed the guard silently up to the outer world. The chilling air bit at his skin and Lizzie curled into him. His only reaction was tightening his grip on her. They needed to leave this place, and fast. He was already thinking of the possibility of going to one of his safe houses nearby to wait for the drugs clear out of her system and hopefully continue what they had started; that fantasy was short lived unfortunately. Just as he was going to put Lizzie in the car, he heard a voice behind him.
"As I live and breathe… I thought it was you."
Red looked up and right in front of him was Gan Rén, in the Flesh.
Gan Rén was one of Red's many providers when it came to secrets. They had been associates for many years, and even though Red was reserved about some of the man's habits and views, they still had managed to become somewhat friendly. But in the past couple of years, Rén had started dealing in human trafficking; and that was one of the worst things one could do in his eyes, so that's how he went from "friend", to a number on Red's list. "So THAT'S how the Raval's have been supplied the last few years…"
"Gan, my friend, I haven't seen you for years. Where's that delightful wife of yours?"
"Ruolan is back home busying herself with our grandchildren. Is the lovely creature in your arms one of mine?" Red bristled internally. "Knowing you, you have her holed up in some property of yours, more like…"
"I'm not sure, they might both be, and they are both quite exquisite, just like your excellent taste. You seem to be without your usual company. Are you in need of any assistance?" Red's mind was in overdrive, there was something wrong. Rén was never without his men.
"Yes, they must have disappeared throughout the complex, I'm sure they're fine, but I'd rather not be caught by the F.B.I, so I'll accept your offer," the tall Chinese man replied pleasantly, and promptly circled the car and entered it. "There's definitely something wrong." Red entered the car as well and Kept Lizzie in his lap. Dembe had put Savannah in the front seat next to him.
They drove for some time before Rén turned toward Red and said, "I'm afraid that my son-in-law has decided it's time to retire me. I, of course would never do anything to hurt my daughter but something must be done about him before he takes my business from me." Red listened to his tale with caution. Things like this were reoccurring in this type of business, and it would be easier to deal with Rén down the road if he helped the man stop his son-in-law.
Lizzie surfaced from her slumber for a couple of minutes and heard mumbling. Red was talking to someone. Still feeling chilly, she adjusted herself more comfortably in Red's lap. "Wai… Wha… why am I in his lap… hummm still hard," she thought before being swallowed in darkness once more.
Rén witnessed Lizzie's actions with some mild amusement. "You always did have a way with woman. What do you plan on doing with her?" He asked, eyeing Lizzie's body. Red bristled even more.
"I'm going to keep her," Red answered truthfully. The irony didn't escape him.
"Good choice, I always thought you needed someone permanent to play with. She's magnificent."
"Yes, yes she is." Red genuinely agreed with Rén for the first time that evening.
They arrived to the opulent safe house some hours later. Rén excused himself to take care of private business while Red and Dembe deposited their treasures in a more comfortable environment, refreshed themselves, and packed some necessities. They would be leaving for china as soon as Red's jet was ready. In other words, within two hours. Having their bags ready for the plane, both men took the time to arrange for their guest's awakening the next day.
Red placed Lizzie on the bed and unbuttoned his coat. He knew from checking in on her during the last two months that Lizzie was a restless sleeper, or at least had become one. He took the time to tenderly admire her figure. He felt his stomach tighten with longing. Yes he did feel a primitive sexual pull toward Lizzie ,but there was something more; something he hadn't felt in a very long while. He found himself in love with her. But this wasn't the same kind of love that he had shared with his wife, no, this was a more consuming love… a possessive love… He knew he was in trouble when he first laid eyes on her. Luli had told him as much.
Lizzie sighed deeply and smiled in her sleep. Red couldn't help himself as he laid down next to her and pulled her body towards him. She went easily and snuggled sweetly to him. Breathing in the smell of her hair, Red closed his eyes as the longing came back once more. In the darkness, Red lowered his shields and gently kissed her neck. She murmured something, lost in her dream; she intertwined their legs together and kissed his jaw briefly. With that small gesture of sweetness, Red fell apart. It wasn't an outward display. If anyone had been looking in, all they would have seen was Red breathing in suddenly and holding his breath for the moment, then closing his watery eyes as he let his breath go. He held on tightly to Lizzie's form and started to pepper the side of her face and neck with light kisses while his hands gently roamed the firm planes of her body.
He knew that he was nothing short of an animal. The destruction that he had caused over the years had proved to him what he had always suspected growing up; he wasn't a good person. He was aware of the fact that he would taint Lizzie, and still he couldn't bring himself to stop. He was too selfish to do such a thing. All of his selfless acts had been wasted; no, not wasted, used to try and keep Lizzie safe.
He had walked away from her. He had let her go as she stood before him and shook her head in silent denial. He would have left and dealt with his own demons. He would have left and died in some dark corner of the world, which was what he deserved. But she had come back. At first he thought that he had been dreaming, but no, She. Had. Come. Back. To him, for him. He didn't know why, but she had come on her own free will; she had returned. And he had no intention of letting her go ever again.
Kissing her more intensely, his breathing started to speed up. The prospect of losing Lizzie was slowly driving him in to a panic. Lizzie had surfaced from her drug induced sleep and hugged him weakly. He buried his head in the nook of her shoulder and tightened his hold even further. The more the idea of losing his beautiful Lizzie the more he spiraled into the darkness that threatened to engulf him on his worst nights. He was bad for her. Even though he saved her and gave her to Sam, nothing had stopped him from claiming her, desiring her and indulging in said desire. He would never let her go, even if she wanted to leave he wouldn't let her. Couldn't. He found himself in the disastrous position of no longer being able to live without her. He didn't have the strength to let her go now that he had had a taste of her lips, her flesh.
Then a terrible thought entered his desperate mind. What if this had proven to be too much? What if what had happened earlier in the evening had been too daunting for her and she ran, ran away and never came back. What if when he came back, he wouldn't find her here? What if he was unable to find her ever again? If she left him, the pain he would feel, would not only be emotional but physical as well. He was fiscally hurting, now. His hold on her tightened even more. "Don't leave me… please never leave me… Lizzie… Please…" He desperately whispered in her ear. Lizzie looked at him sleepily, kissed a single tear that had gathered in his eye, and smiled sweetly before closing her eyes. Red gently kissed her lips, to which she lazily responded before drifting off once more.
It was a reluctant Red that got up and left Nevada that night. He only hoped that the letter he had left her would be enough for his greatest fears not to come true.