Renewed (Awakened Book 2)

by Watkins, CN

  They located my father’s residence and found pictures, maps, guns, ammo...everything pointing at him trying to kill me. Although I was happy that Stefan had won, it still hurt that both of my parents were gone, and I would never get the chance to have a good relationship with them.

  But as Stefan told me that night, no family is better than that type of family.

  Kennedy had come over the next day and really calmed me down. She spent the night and we stayed up talking. Well, she listened while I talked and cried. She eventually made up with Stefan, though I thought Kennedy forgave him only because Ayden had proposed to her and soon we would all be officially family.

  Now, curled up in Stefan’s arms, our house quiet and Annabelle fast asleep, I was thankful for the life I had and the path that had led me straight into this man’s loving, protective arms. We fought hard, but we loved harder, and nothing—nobody— could ever take that away from us.

  Stefan rolled over and squeezed me tighter into his arms, putting his nose into my freshly washed hair and sniffing my scent into his lungs. I moaned as he kissed my neck, rubbing his hand up my body and stopping at my breast.

  “You smell like heaven.” His husky voice sent chills straight to my core.

  “I love you, forever and ten days,” I whispered.

  “I will love you until my last dying breath, Jennifer, then my soul will continue to love you, forever and eleven days.”

  Stefan possessed my body, my heart, and my soul.

  I was his for the taking.

  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  The End.

  Bonus Chapter

  I zipped up my pants and stared at the woman on my desk, still panting my name. My life was headed south; it had no meaning, but I was okay with that. I felt enough meaning in the women I fucked.

  “Stefan.” Lust dripped from her tongue, her tongue which begged for me to be inside of her. I knew I would have to pull the handcuffs out with Maddelyn. She liked to touch and touching...well, that was one rule I didn’t allow any woman to break. Only I touched. Only I dominated.

  “I think you should go.” I unhooked her handcuffs and grabbed my jacket that was laid on the white chair in front of my desk.

  “I thought maybe, we could get lunch?” Maddelyn asked. Didn’t she know the drill by now? Sex, then goodbye.

  “I have a lot of work to catch up on. Maybe another time,” I lied.

  She rolled her eyes and blew out a breath. She pulled down her skirt and pulled her black, lace thong back up to it’s appropriate place and fluffed her hair out.

  “I’ll call you.” I winked as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

  “Don’t lie.”

  “Okay, I probably won’t.” She flipped me off and stormed out of the doorway, slamming it behind her. I sat down in my office chair and leaned it back, running my hands through my hair.

  My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out. Ayden’s name flashed across the screen. Loved my cuz. He was a partier, and his parties got me the hottest chicks.

  “This is Stefan ... Hey, dude ... Ah, nothing tonight, man. What’cha have in mind? ... Ah, okay. I’ll pick ya’ up.” I hung up the phone.

  New girl I’d never met. Hmm, how long would it take to get in her pants?

  After picking Ayden up, he directed to me Kennedy and Jennifer’s house. Ayden was going on and on about him and Kennedy. I’d never met her, but he to get in pants so that he’dd finally shut up about her.

  I pulled up in the driveway, pushing my Mercedes into park and shutting off the engine. This SLS AMG was my baby, my prized possession. The doors lifted up, turning my car into a sexy butterfly. I smiled as I got out and put my door down, locking it behind me. Ayden led the way, knocking on the door. I shoved my hands into my jean pockets as I waited.

  “Kennedy is mine,” Ayden laughed over his shoulder.

  “Dude, chill. We’re not in fifth grade anymore.”

  The door opened and a tall blonde in a hot pink strapless dress stood in the doorway. Her tan skin glowed, begging me to tie her up and spank her until it turned a soft pink.

  “Hey, you look so good tonight,” Ayden said, kissing Kennedy on the cheek. “This is my cousin, Stefan. Stefan, this is Kennedy.”

  “You are such great eye candy,” Kennedy greeted me as I kissed her other cheek.

  “Nice to meet you too.” I smiled. Maybe she thought of me in that way too.

  “Jennifer should be down in a minute. Want to take a quick shot?” she asked us as Ayden followed her to the kitchen. She pulled out a bottle of tequila and a shot glass for each of them. She poured some salt on her hand and handed Ayden a lime.

  “I’m good over here,” I said, standing by the stairs, watching them about to take a shot. They paused, and I turned my head toward the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. I think my mouth slightly fell open when I finally looked at Jennifer. She had on a skin tight black dress that clung to her body, begging me to rip it off her, and red high heels, showing the muscles in her legs that needed my tongue on them. Her long brown hair was straight and laid on her plump breast—I needed to own them.

  “Haven’t you seen someone wearing a black dress before? You people are acting like I’ve just stepped off a runway. Are we going to go out, or just stand here and stare at each other all night?”

  Christ. Her voice begged me to bend her over and fuck her until her throat is raw from screaming my name.

  The sound of glass tapping brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality. She stepped off the stairs and took a step towards the kitchen when her heel got caught, and she began to fall. I took a step and reached out, grabbing her by her waist, pulling her towards me. I needed to feel her skin to find out if it felt as sexy as it looked. No, what I really needed was to explore every inch of her body, every crevice.

  “Damn carpet! I will be so glad when we get hardwood floors next week. Jen, are you okay?” I heard Kennedy ask.

  As I helped her to her feet, she let out a breath. She smelled like heaven. Fucking heaven and everything sweet in this world.

  Her big brown eyes captivated me and pulled me in, touching my soul. She was mine. From this moment on, Jennifer was mine.

  “Okay, thanks for saving Jen’s life and all, Stefan, but I think it’s time for shots,” Ayden said, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was probably for the best; she had already been under me five times.

  She ran her hands across her dress, looking down at her heels. I took a step back—she was intoxicating, and the oxygen was running out between us.

  “Stefan, meet Jennifer, my clumsy roommate. Jennifer, meet Stefan, Ayden’s lifesaving cousin. Shots!” Kennedy yelled from the kitchen.

  Jennifer walked towards the kitchen. I followed and watched as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a shot glass, then shoved it forward for Ayden to fill it up.

  “Nice to meet you, Jennifer,” was all I could say. Maybe I should kiss her? No. I wouldn’t be able to stop with just a kiss, that was for sure.

  “To a really great night of partying, dancing, and drinking,” Ayden said as we all took our shot.

  We all walked out of the house and got into our cars. As soon as our doors were shut, I started the engine and watched as Jennifer tore her eyes from my car and got into Kennedy’s Audi.

  I pulled out and headed towards the club. “Dude.” Ayden said. He didn’t need to finish his sentence; I knew damn well what he was about to say.

  “Yeah. She’s hot.” She was more than hot. Shit, she was so much more than just hot.

  We walked into the club and sat down at a booth near the back. Our waitress came over and asked everyone for our drinks. She was one of the submissive at The Empire. She was definitely one of my favorites; she let me use the whip, flogger, or anything else I wanted. She shouldn’t say anything about it, but I was still nervous. If she even hinted about it, I could kiss any chance I had with Jennifer goodbye.

  “Jen? I asked you if you
wanted a drink?” Kennedy pulled me out of my thoughts, talking to Jennifer.

  “Oh. Uh, I’ll just take a whiskey sour, please.” The way her tongue moved around in her mouth made my dick flitch.

  The waitress returned with our drinks and Ayden and Kennedy went out to the dance floor, leaving Jennifer and I at the table. I looked over at her, pulling her eyes towards me, captivating her, begging her to read my mind and become mine.

  “Want to play a round of pool?” I had to get up, get out of her oxygen before I claimed her right here.

  “I don’t want to lose our booth if we get up and leave,” she said.

  Seriously? Didn’t she know who I was, or how much money I had? I could buy this damn bar and kick every fucker outta this place if I wanted to.

  I decided it would be best to pay off our cocktail waitress instead. I grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek, slipping her a Benjamin in her hand. “Save our place,” I winked as I walked back to Jennifer.

  I held out my hand and bent down, my lips touching her ears softly. “Don’t make me carry you over to the pool table. Don’t worry. Our table will still be there when we get back.” She put her hand in mine and stood up.

  Holy fuck me sideways. Her touch. Her fucking touch was like shooting heroin into my veins. My head was spinning, and my dick stood to attention.

  I took a deep breath once we got to the pool table. “So, Jennifer, are you ready to get beat at some pool?”

  “If anybody is going to get beat it’ll be you, pretty boy.” She leaned down and broke. Seriously, her smart ass mouth begged to be around my dick. She landed a solid in a corner pocket, then looked back at me and winked.

  Yep, my dick just got hard.

  I walked over to her right as she was about to take another shot and grazed her arm, causing her to miss the shot.

  She felt it too. Whatever this was, she felt it too.

  I enjoyed letting her shoot. She would lean over the pool table, her ass barely covered up by her black, skin tight dress. I wanted to pull her dress to the side, rip her panties off with my teeth—was she wearing panties?—, and take her from behind.

  We were tied when Ayden and Kennedy finally came back. We both were stuck on the eight ball, but it wasn’t that I couldn’t sink it. I enjoyed watching her sweet ass bend over the table shot after shot trying to make it.

  “Right pocket,” Jennifer said before hitting the ball, sinking it into the right pocket. She high-fived Kennedy.

  “I told Ayden that Stefan couldn’t beat you! Good job, although you could’ve finished him off shortly after starting the game.”

  Ayden rolled his eyes at me. If only he’d known the view I’d had the entire game; he would have done the same.

  “Come on, I need more drinking and dancing.”

  Ayden and I followed Jennifer and Kennedy to the bar. Once we got back to our seats, we had some shots and drinks. We took our shots when our cocktail waitress returned. Mandy, that was her name, but I now had no interest in Mandy...all I wanted was Jennifer.

  “Let’s dance.” I grabbed Jennifer’s arm. She nodded, and we headed out into the floor. I wanted to pull her as close as I could to my body, but I had to be careful...I couldn’t scare her away. I kept my hands from venturing too low on her hips, or putting my face too close to her face because if I did, game over.

  She put her back to my chest, and my cock pushed against my jeans as she reached for my thighs. No. No touching. I took her hands off and held them instead. I touched; she obeyed. That’s how I worked, and pretty soon she would work the same way.

  A couple of songs later she mouthed restroom, so I walked her downstairs; I couldn’t let her go by herself. What if someone got her? What if she got lost?

  Yeah right, Stefan. She’s a big girl...you just need her...you’re a doper dying for your next hit of heroin in your veins.

  I stood there, waiting for her to come out. I had to go to The Empire tonight. I was going to have a hard on for the rest of my life after this.

  I walked into the men’s restroom and checked under all the stalls—empty. I pulled my phone out of my jean pocket and dialed the number. After a couple moments of talking with the receptionist, I booked a red room for after the club.

  I walked out of the restroom and heard a commotion by the stairs.

  What the fuck? Jennifer!

  I ran over to find a drunk fuck who had pinned her against the wall, trying to put his diseased lips on the most precious form of art work God had ever created. I jerked him off of her, grabbing his collar with my other hand.

  I had never wanted to destroy a human being more than I wanted to destroy him. Pounding him into this cement wouldn’t even come close to the thoughts swirling in my brain.

  “Touch her again and I will put you through this fucking wall, you understand?” He nodded, looking at me. I dropped him and grabbed Jennifer’s arm. I had to get her out of here, fast! She didn’t belong here, and I was going to kill someone if I didn’t get some fresh air.

  I made eye contact with Ayden, and he nodded. I slammed the door open, letting the cold air calm my crazy brain. I let go of her arm as I turned around, my eyes burning and my blood hot with anger.

  “What the hell were you doing, Jennifer? I went to go piss, and when I came out you were gone. Then I find you being groped by that piece of shit!” I pointed back towards the club.

  She didn’t say anything for a moment. “I was just going to walk back up to Kennedy and Ayden. I didn’t think anything about it. Stefan, it’s not a big deal. It happened, and you dealt with it. I’m okay, thank you.” She shifted the weight on her heels.

  It happened, and I dealt with it? I was going to lose my fucking mind with her! I lit a cigarette and let the smoke try and calm my body down. I only smoked when I was pissed as shit, or I needed something to control. Now, I was pissed as shit!

  “You are only okay because I came out at the right moment and stopped it. That would’ve been a lot uglier if I hadn’t showed up when I did.” Yep, she was fucking crazy. I started pacing...God help me! I wanted to kill him; the rage was growing more by the minute.

  The door flew open and I stopped, ready to kill any bastard who walked through that door, but it was only Ayden and Kennedy. Kennedy walked over to Jennifer, holding her at arms length and rambling about something.

  Ayden was watching me. “Dude, you okay?”

  “I want to kill him.”

  “I know you do, but it’s settled. Breathe, man. Everything is okay.” I took another deep breath and shook my balled up fists until they were loose.

  “...but I’m starting to get tired, so I think I’m ready to call it a night,” I heard Jennifer say to Kennedy. I took a last drag off my cig and threw it in the sand pit before walking as close as possible behind Jennifer without actually carrying her, which is what I wanted to do. Ayden grabbed my keys and jogged over to my car, pulling it next to Kennedy’s.

  Jennifer fell into the passenger seat and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. I grabbed her face and she opened her eyes, looking at me. I kissed her forehead. “Get home safe and take some Tylenol before going to bed. It will help with the fogginess.” I wanted to bring her back to my place to take care of her, but I had to trust she would be okay.

  Kennedy thanked me, then got into her car and drove off. I seriously needed The Empire....twenty minutes ago.

  I walked into The Empire, checked in and walked back to the Red Room. There were different rooms depending on what you wanted. The Red Room was the Dominant room.

  I opened the door and found Scarlett kneeling in front of the door with her head bowed. I walked over to the desk that had all of our toys on it. The walls were red, and the dim light just intensified the color. Bonding material laid out across the desk with a bed in the center of the room, and swings and bars that hung from the ceiling.

  “Good evening, Sir.” Scarlett whispered. She was a red head freak who loved to be tied up and whipped, exactly what I love
d doing.

  “Good evening, Scarlett.” She wore her hair down in loose curls that bounced off her double-D breasts which were perched high in a tight black corset. Stocking ran down her legs to her platform, black heels. Any man would enjoy the opportunity to belong to such an elite club. Before tonight, I’d valued my timed here. But after Jennifer, this room was a dark hole that only held me back and kept my secrets.

  I pulled Scarlett over to one of the swings and lifted her up, sitting her in place and putting her hands and ankles through the leather cuffs. She couldn’t move.

  “Safe word?” I asked, peeling my white shirt off.

  “Red,” she breathed out. I could feel how hot and wanting she was from here.

  “Very good.” I grabbed the flogger and walked back over to her. Her eyes found mine and in that instant...I stopped. Her eyes were smoky and begging me to deliver the blows to her skin, turning it red with want and desire...but Jennifer’s face appeared on her head.

  I couldn’t.

  I couldn’t do this.

  What the fuck was happening? I dropped the flogger and walked back over to the desk, pulling my shirt over my head.

  “I’m sorry. Someone will be in here in just a moment to untie you,” I whispered as I walked out of the door.

  “Something wrong, Mr. Long?”

  “Scarlett is still tied up in there. She will need your assistance.” I walked out the door and got into my car, lighting a cigarette.

  Fuck’s sake! What was wrong with my head? I sped all the way to my hotel and raced up the stairs to the penthouse, I had to burn off this energy...this sexual energy that was craving every part of Jennifer on me. This feeling was new to me. How do people deal with this shit?

  I grabbed the whiskey and poured myself a glass, slamming it back and hoping it would clear my head. I needed her velvet skin on mine, I needed to find out how she tasted, how she moaned out my name when I had her tied up, begging for me.