IMPORTANT!: It has been brought to my attention by an anonymous reviewer that my story "sounds like" a jade and Beck fic by Ohsnapitzjess called Broken. I'd never heard of it, but I tracked it down just in case I'd some how inadvertently paralleled someone else's story. I didn't bother to read all of the chapters because there were many. However, judging by the summery…the only component that is similar between the aforementioned story and mine is that fact that Tori has been kidnapped by the guys.

While I don't feel that I've done anything wrong, considering I'd never read the other fic and mine is about a street racing crew…not a group of guys who kidnap women who are on shopping trips, please let me know if you feel I should discontinue this fic.

And also, if anyone ever gets the urge to accuse someone of plagiarizing, doing so anonymously doesn't allow the accused a fair means of clearing the matter up.

Thanks!

Without further ado….

Chapter five:

Beck paced back and forth in the hallway and glanced down at his cell phone for what seemed like the thousandth time since he'd been out there. 3:30 AM . He swore under his breath.

How could he have lost control that way? All he wanted to do was protect her and he'd fucked up. He'd put himself before her. He'd taken the only dignity she had left because his damn libido couldn't take no for an answer.

She couldn't have wanted him. She was a socialite, the daughter of the richest man in town. She wouldn't want some dirty street racer pawing all over her.

No.

He didn't deserve her and he knew it.

He sighed and sunk down to the floor.

But the way she had returned his kiss, wrapped her arms around his shoulders had made him believe, even for a glimmering moment, that she'd needed him too.

He brought two fingers up to press against his temple. He had to figure out a way to get her out of this damn place and keep her out. He couldn't take her sister with them, it'd be too obvious that he'd let them go. Andre would kill him or worse, he'd kill Cat and then send his men to track down Tori. His heart clenched.

He barely knew her, but the emotions he felt when he was near her were so genuine, he couldn't dismiss them.

It wasn't about the sex for him. While it'd been amazing, he'd felt empty inside when he left her in that room.

He needed to stay away from her and clear his head before he could figure out what the best solution was. If he went back in there and saw her delicate body, her flawless face, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything other than her writing beneath him.

"What the fuck are you doing up? You look like hell." Andre commented as he walked down the hallway, Cat dangling on his arm like an infatuated teenager.

Beck cleared his throat and stood up. Since 'I deflowered my captive and feel super guilty about it' didn't seem like it would fly with the hardened mastermind he worked for, he settled for a lie. "Felt sick, probably something I ate."

"And where is the whore?" Andre looked meaningfully toward Beck's bedroom door. Panic rose is Beck's chest. What if Andre wanted to use her for some twisted game?

"Waiting for me to use her again." Beck shrugged, as if making love to Tori Vega hadn't been the single most earth shattering event in his life.

Andre nodded, but his eyes seemed unconvinced. If Tori was going to make it out of here alive or with any semblance of self-respect, Beck knew had to get her out as soon as he possibly could.

"Well, just see that she doesn't forget who has her and why she's here." Andre's voice was rough, sinister; he'd never change.

Beck nodded, reaching back to grasp the door handle and took a half a step backward. "You don't have to worry about that."

Seeming happy with that response, Andre started down the hallway again, a confused Cat in tow.

Beck sighed and shut the door, leaning his head forward and taking a deep breath. He only turned to look toward the bed when he heard Tori stir. But she wasn't there. He walked around to the other side of the room and found her on the floor. She looked breathtaking, lying on her back, her eye lashes kissing the apples of her cheeks as she slept. She wore her dirty dress again.

Why was she on the floor when she could have slept in the warm bed he'd offered her? He hissed out a ragged breath when he saw the tear streaks that marred her cheeks. The realization hit him that she must have slept on the floor because she didn't want to be in his bed. Not after what he'd done to her.

He leaned down and gently lifted her up in one swoop and laid her down on the bed. She was so tired; she didn't bat an eyelash at the movement. He placed his hand against the side of her face and studied her features. She was truly beautiful and he felt that familiar swelling in his chest return.

He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help touching her. She sighed softly and arched into his touch as his hand made its way down her swanlike neck. "My God, you're beautiful." He wasn't even aware the words had snuck passed his lips until he heard her voice.

"I thought you left." She sounded small, tired and breathless. She wasn't scared and that confused him. Why wasn't she afraid of him after what he'd done?

"I was outside guarding the door so you could sleep." He said softly, his hand still trailing down her soft skin. He had to ask, hear it from her lips. "Why were you on the floor?"

"I..um…" She averted her eyes. She surely couldn't tell him why she'd avoided his bed. His hand drew her chin toward him, making it impossible for her to avoid his heated gaze. When he looked at her like that, captive or not, her bones seemed to turn to Jell-O. "It smells like you." She said dumbly.

"It smells…what?" He was quite adorable when he was confused, tired and cranky.

"Your bed." She sat up, unable to refrain from touching him any longer. She'd been heartbroken when they'd made love in the heat of the moment and then he'd just walked out, leaving her there, but she couldn't think of that now. He was here, looking into her eyes and she found it difficult to think of anything other than the way he made her heart race. "It smells musky, like you." He voice seemed to lower, to match the sensual haze that was floating around them.

"And you don't like it…" He trailed off, not really caring. He was focused on her hand that trailed up his strong arm, and over his shoulder.

She shook her head, scooting closer. "I love it." She groaned softly as his palms encircled her hips, bringing her to fit snuggly on his lap. "I couldn't sleep because it made me think of you." Her warm breath was ghosting over his face and he could feel himself beginning to lose control again.

Tori knew she couldn't save her sister, not until she could figure out a means of escape. And this guy, holding her, making her feel so alive…she couldn't push him away. She'd never felt so free, so uninhibited and yet she was his prisoner. She didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to forget everything that had happened. She wanted to get lost in him.

"Beck, make me forget." Had he not been hanging on her every word, he would have missed her breathy plea.

"If I kiss you" He leaned closer. "I won't be able to stop."

"Then don't." She breathed and his lips collided with hers.

Sorry for the delayed update. I've been working on an iCarly story as well. I hope you guys enjoyed this one:)