by Piper Stone
Sawyer’s nostrils flared, his eyes searching mine. When he closed the door, immediately yanking his shirt over his head, heat pooled between my legs. As he undressed, I savored the moments of peace, enjoying his incredible physique. I also noticed scars crisscrossing several areas on his body, marring his beautiful skin. What had the man been forced to endure?
And who was I to try to figure it out, let alone help? As he advanced toward the tub, his expression nothing short of carnal, I was forced to remind myself that this wasn’t some amazing fantasy. I belonged to them. I. Was. Their. Hostage.
But who was really responsible?
“Be careful what you ask for, Delaney. I’m not the kind of man who can care about anyone,” he stated with such firm authority, his tone brusque.
“And I’m not asking you to.”
A slight curl at the corner of his mouth was followed by another more powerful growl as he stepped into the tub. He took his time easing into the water then immediately advanced like a predator, taking me into his arms. There was no denying him, no chance of fighting his advances. As he’d done before, he was prepared to take exactly what he desired.
He dragged one of my legs around him then the other before sliding his hands along my spine, his fingers flexed open.
I could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the pulsing only adding to the constant hammering of my heart. I pressed my palms against his chest, marveling in the new wave of electricity, the tingles driving straight into my pussy.
Tilting his head, he rolled his fingers up to my neck, tangling them in my long hair. “You are beautiful.”
I had no idea what to say, the breath caught in my throat as I fingered one of his scars, tracing the jagged edge. “I’m nothing special. Just a girl.”
“A woman and from where I sit, you are very special.” He yanked me closer, capturing my mouth. For all the force he’d used before, he simply held me, using his lips to force mine into opening.
I was breathless from the scent of him, so rugged and all male. Even the taste of scotch, the fragrance on his breath was invigorating. I eased one hand to his neck, caressing his skin as he slipped his tongue inside, exploring the dark recesses of my mouth with the kind of gentleness I would never have expected.
He brushed his fingers up and down my back, the tips barely touching my skin. When his tongue finally dominated mine, I shifted even closer. The hard throbbing of his cock yanked at every emotion, stealing a portion of my breath.
His actions became more aggressive, the kiss turning into a wave of heated passion. He sliced his tongue back and forth, animalistic growls pushing past our combined lips. The force of his actions pushed a wave of water over the edge, exacerbating the ignited tingles dancing all throughout my body.
I was so alive and on fire, the hunger building to nothing less than a feeding frenzy shared between us.
When he sucked on my tongue, I moaned, closing my eyes as images of every fantasy I’d had in the middle of the night floated to the forefront of my mind. I was his for the taking.
His for the breaking.
While I should do everything in my power to get away from him, the sheer intensity of being in his arms was too powerful. I wanted more.
The second he broke the kiss, he yanked my hair, exposing my neck. I clung to him as he lowered his head, raking his teeth across my tender skin.
“I want you. I will take you.” His husky whisper floated around me, the words echoing into my ears.
I kept my eyes closed as he nipped the nape of my neck then dragged his rough tongue up and down the length. Goosebumps popped along my chest and arms, only stopped by the quickly cooling water. A moan slipped past my lips, the sound strangled. I couldn’t think straight, my vision foggy, and for some crazy reason, I’d never felt so safe in a man’s arms.
Sawyer forced my back into a deep arc as he rubbed his lips down to my chest, finally engulfing one of my nipples into his mouth. The exaggerated sound of his hard sucking matched the ferociousness of the growls erupting from the bowels of his being.
I was nearly shattered by the constant wave of electricity, the live wire current searing every nerve ending. I heard the nervous laugh bubbling past my lips as he bit down on my hardened bud, everything becoming surreal. The moment he swirled his tongue around one nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, I let out a bedraggled scream.
“Oh... Yes. Yes...”
Chuckling evilly, he finally lifted his head, his pupils dilated. “Now, you belong to me.”
When he lifted my hips, positioning me over his cock, I slipped my hands into the water, easing his cockhead just past my swollen folds.
“I told you. Be careful what you ask for.”
“I’m never careful,” I retorted.
His eyes twinkled before he yanked me down, forcing the entire length of his cock deep inside. As his body began to shake, a series of low and savage growls shooting up from the depths of his being, I intertwined my fingers in his hair.
Using the strength of his leg muscles, he rocked against me, shoving his shaft all the way to my womb. “Ride me, sweet sunshine. Ride me hard.”
There was no denying the man or his needs. There was also no questioning his authority. I bucked hard against him, not caring in the least that water was being tossed onto the floor. I shifted my arm over his shoulder, my breath skipping as my muscles struggled to accept his thick invasion.
He was huge, his cock filling me completely. There was no way to describe the rush of sensations, all white-hot as they rocketed throughout every inch.
“So tight. So wet,” he muttered, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Uh-huh.”
“Such a bad little girl fucking a dangerous man.”
Just the way he uttered the words was enticing, drawing me into his dark web, trying to rip away my inhibitions and my armor. I wanted to let go, but the rational girl inside of me refused to be freed. He could never care about me and he was a very bad man, capable of doing heinous things.
I couldn’t want him. I refused to care.
But...
I did. God help me, I did.
Chapter Ten
Sawyer
My body ached.
My mind remained in a dense fog.
There was no explaining my behavior or the fact I wanted Delaney as much as I did. The intensity of my dark cravings came close to stripping away all the rage as well as the need for revenge.
Almost.
What I wanted from her had originally been something else entirely, but at this moment, nothing else seemed to matter. I had her in my arms; the bright, beautiful, and vulnerable woman was almost too much for my psyche to handle.
The feel of her breasts crushed against my chest felt natural, only boosting the hunger that continued to swell. She’d unleashed a beast that I’d determined would remain caged, locked away in a dungeon of my own creation. Whatever power she had was overwhelming.
As she rode me, I entangled my fingers in her long hair, trying to catch my breath. My balls ached to a painful point, my cock ready to erupt, filling her with seed. Yet I wanted more. While the sensations created by the waves of water was soothing, I’d already become lost to the savage within.
I cupped her neck and chin with my other hand, taking ragged breaths as I gazed into her eyes. The way she searched mine, as if grappling to find my soul, was unnerving. I’d never experienced this kind of reaction to any woman.
Yet we could never be anything together.
There would be no languishing discussions by a roaring fire, no walks on the beach during a beautiful sunset. She wasn’t mine to take or to keep, even if every part of me longed to keep her locked away, for my use only.
“That’s it. Ride me,” I breathed, my fingers digging into her skin.
Her slight pants and whispered moans were like some amazing reward, although undeserved. I’d broken the last morals that I’d believed to be intact. There was no turning bac
k, no ability to find the good man I’d once hoped would thrive. I had to face facts.
I was nothing but a brutal monster.
Her eyes glassy, she pursed her lips to a perfect ‘O,’ her soft purrs only creating another wave of need. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. As she bucked forward, her muscles clenching and releasing, I could tell she was close to coming.
“Do you want to climax for me?” I whispered the question in her ear before dragging my tongue across her earlobe.
“Uh-huh,” she managed.
“Then you need to ask nicely.”
Her smile was coy, but she closed her eyes, still rocking against me, doing her best to take control.
I shifted my hand until I was able to squeeze her neck until she whimpered, her eyes opening wide. “You are required to obey.”
Delaney rolled her tongue across her lips and nodded slightly. “May I please come? Sir?”
There was such a sweet rebellion about her, the kind of innocence that continued to tug at every part of me. I hated what had to be done, but there was no other choice. None. She was a part of this. She was...
“Please, sir?” This time, she was more breathless, her tone imploring.
I allowed a single growl to roll past my lips as I licked across her jaw. “Permission granted.”
Her breath skipped as she fisted my chest, her actions becoming nothing more than a wild stallion, riding me long and hard.
I gripped her hips, taking over control, pumping her up and down with wild abandon.
“Oh. Oh...” Her head lolled as she pounded her fists against my chest, her mouth twisting as the climax approached.
“That’s it. Come on my cock, sweet sunshine. Come.” My command was dark, the authority clear.
And she obeyed.
The moment her entire body tensed, her hips bucking against me, I almost lost it from the way her pussy clamped around my cock. Damn, the woman had a tight little channel, yanking at every ounce of my control.
“Fuck,” I hissed, trying to maintain as a single climax turned into a beautiful wave, her entire face pinching as she pitched her head back and screamed.
“Yes. Yes!” Every part of her body continued to shake as she continued to rock, her head slowly lowering.
“Good girl. Very good girl.” I allowed my hot breath to cascade over her as I rubbed my knuckles down her spine. “But I’m not finished with you yet.” Within seconds, I shifted the position, shoving her stomach over the rim of the tub. I couldn’t help but chuckle as more water spilled over the edge, pooling on the floor. What did I care? This wasn’t my house.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered as she clung to the side, gasping for air and twisting her head in order to find out what I was going to do.
I crowded close, rubbing my hips back and forth across her already bruised bottom. I was shaking from my own level of desire, my cock and balls screaming for relief. As I moved hair from her shoulder, raking the nail of my index finger across her cheek, I became mesmerized by the shimmer of her skin. The woman was glowing from the heat and crazed passion we both felt.
“I’m going to fuck you, spilling my cum deep inside. Then I’m going to take you again and again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes... sir.”
“Do you realize that you must obey my every command?”
Instead of her usual retort, she nodded once.
I smacked her bottom, catching her off guard.
“Oh! That hurts.”
“You’re going to learn that punishments are supposed to hurt.” I cracked my hand against her cheek several more times before dipping my hand between her legs, issuing several hard slaps of my fingers. “I will mark every inch of your body. Then I will fuck every hole.”
The way her body trembled was telling. She was hungry for a firm hand, longing to have someone unlock her inhibitions.
If only I could be that man.
If only I was that man.
A scattered breath rushed up from my throat as I thrust my fingers deep inside her pussy, plunging brutally, the force shoving her against the hard porcelain.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Delaney hung her head over the tub, her guttural sounds almost as animalistic as mine.
When my fingers were slickened by her sweet pussy juice, I rolled them along the crack of her ass, pushing into her dark hole.
“Oh, God...” She immediately tensed, clawing the tub.
“Pain and pleasure. You will learn aspects of both.” My patience was wearing thin. I had to be inside of her. I had to finish fucking her. Every muscle in my body was on edge, the adrenaline rush unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Even the shock of the electricity soaring between us was something I wanted to shove away, to lock in a box. I had no business feeling this way.
“Yes. Okay. I mean, sir.” She laughed softly, her eyelids once again clenched as I continued to drive into her asshole.
I’d had enough, could take it no longer. Straddling her legs, I gripped her hip as I guided my cockhead to her pussy, taking my time to push past her glistening folds. I slid inside an inch at a time, enjoying the way her muscles reacted, opening up like a beautiful flower at sunrise.
But there was nothing gentle about me.
I thrust the remainder inside, the sound of skin slapping against skin making me smile. As I fucked her like some crazed animal, she pushed back, accepting every savage plunge. The fire burning deep within only expanded, my entire body sizzling.
I felt free, my body awakened and hungrier than it had ever been.
It was obvious she could sense I was coming. As she clenched her muscles, a series of soft mews pushing past her lips, I threw my head back and roared, erupting deep inside.
* * *
“Sit down and eat, Delaney,” I instructed, shaking my head because of her change in attitude. Yeah, I’d fucked her, taking her the way I’d wanted and I would do it again. She stood staring out the window in the kitchen, refusing to talk.
Guilt?
Embarrassment?
Hell, I had no idea and I couldn’t take the time to find out.
Rafael gave me a nasty look. “Delaney. Come on. Come and eat something. Please?”
Jax growled under his breath and dug into his food, his steak knife skidding along the plate, the sound echoing in my ear. “I keep telling you that you need to tame her fast.”
“As if you know how to handle women,” Rafael countered.
She shot a look over her shoulder, obviously overhearing the conversation. The look of contempt on her face should piss me off. Instead, the woman continued to intrigue me.
Damn it.
My cock ached all over again thinking about her. I wasn’t finished for the night and neither were the others. She’d surrender one way or the other.
“Delaney. Sit down. Now!” I commanded, my voice booming. I was so damn edgy, my patience from the day and the inability to find anything pissing me off.
Ten seconds passed.
Twenty.
“If I have to ask you again, your punishment is going to be severe. Do you understand me?”
“Fuck you,” she answered.
“Mighty frosty in here,” Jax chortled. “That’s what you get for fucking her,” he said under his breath.
After glaring at him, I threw down my napkin and rose from the chair, allowing it to tumble backward. “That’s it. Come. Here. Now. You have five seconds.”
She didn’t react at all. What the hell did she think she was going to accomplish? Had her little stint in the bathroom been all about teasing me, trying to break down some defenses? That pissed me off even more.
“Four. Three. Two...”
“Fine,” she snapped and headed in the direction of the table, her arms folded.
I grabbed her arm before she could slump in her seat, giving her a harsh look. “You’ve lost a privilege for your behavior, little girl.” When I placed my index finger under her chin, she gave me a defiant look, even smiling.
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nbsp; “Meaning what?” she demanded.
“Take off your clothes.” My answer was met with Jax coughing. At least Rafael remained quiet. She was going to be tamed my way.
“Why? So you can spank me all over again?” Delaney’s retort was met with a different kind of glare, one of knowing. What the hell was that about?
“Oh, I plan on it. First, we’re going to have a chat over dinner, but you aren’t allowed to wear any clothes. Maybe that will help remind you that we are in charge.”
The look of horror on her face was unmistakable.
“What?” She darted a glance toward the others as if looking for their help.
“You were told that you are required to obey. You continue to challenge every chance you get. If you don’t remove your clothes, I will cut them off your body.” Rafael took a gulp of his wine before lifting his steak knife, twisting it back and forth.
She chewed on her lip before lowering her eyes.
I took a step away, allowing her room as she undressed. Every time I saw her incredible hourglass figure, my mouth watered. I was forced to look away for fear of taking her right there. She did need to learn that we owned her.
When she was naked, it seemed all her bravado had faded away, replaced with humiliation. The redness of her cheeks was a direct indication of the embarrassment she obviously felt.
“Now, sit down like a good little girl.” I waited until she’d followed my orders before doing so myself.
Jax poured wine into her glass then pushed it in her direction. “I didn’t know how you liked your steak.”
“Bloody,” she snapped before offering a slight smile.
“O-kay. I can tell how this is going to go,” Rafael said as he began to cut his meat. “Why don’t you tell us about what you did for Carter during your employment?”
“Nothing that would interest you,” she said casually before lifting her wine, dragging her tongue around the rim.
I noticed Jax had difficulty taking his eyes off her, his hunger increasing.
“Why don’t we just eat some damn food first,” Jax suggested finally after a few tense seconds.
“Good idea,” Rafael seconded.
“I’m not hungry,” she chided.