Finally, he drew back, biting at her lower lip as he did, as if that were all just a taste of what was to come. Leaning away, he seemed to visibly calculate, savoring. She trembled, reeling in the hurt he caused. That frightening amusement lingered on his mouth—the only part of his face showing underneath his dark hood.
“So, you’ll never be mine?” he challenged, running his hands down to the zipper on her jeans.
“No.”
She lurched, trying to wrestle out of her wrist binds, knowing the effort was futile. A Navy SEAL didn’t fail at knots.
“I think you will,” he said, his amusement persisting as he toyed with her fly. “Let’s see.”
“You’re wrong,” she shot back, rocking her head from left to right.
He let out another laugh and ripped open the fly to her jeans. They’d been here before and he’d done exactly that. Through her cries, her hips stayed firmly square, even lifting to him—clearly out of sync with her words. Betrayed by her reactions, the truth she didn’t want to admit was—hell yeah, she wanted him. She wanted every inch of him.
And he fucking knew that.
“What am I going to feel?” he demanded, toying with her white, lacy panties.
She clamped her knees together, half-heartedly fighting him off.
He tore the loose-fitting jeans down her hips, uncaring, throwing them across the room. A ruthless sound emerged from his throat as he took in the sight of her naked thighs as he trailed his hands down her hips.
“Let’s play a game. You know I love games.” He slammed his hand down on the side of the bed, trapping her underneath him once again. That memorable wily smile lingered on his lips.
He dropped his head to her core, teasing and kissing her as he moved down her body, inch by inch under his wet tongue and with hot breath unrelenting against her skin. She tilted her head back, spinning. He was going to take whatever he wanted, get whatever he wanted—and that was her. That he wouldn’t take no for an answer made her ache for him like never before.
Hovering over the edge of her panties, he gazed back up to her, plotting. He slid his fingers up, tracing the exterior of her undergarments, making her so needy.
“If you don’t want me, I’ll leave you alone…forever.”
She moaned as his mouth got closer to her pussy and ground her hips up to him. He seemed to enjoy teasing her and watching her get hotter and hotter. God, he knew how to get a reaction. Her body was more than willing to reveal what she couldn’t.
“Now, if I feel what I think I’m going to feel”—he slid his finger underneath the edge of the delicate white lace—“then you’re fucking mine.”
She bit her lip, spinning between the desire to protect her heart and the need to feel his touch.
“Tell me… Do you want me?” he growled, running his finger just an inch underneath the lace, provoking her.
While her hips bucked at his touch, so close but not quite where she needed, he expertly paused, waiting for her reply. She said nothing, exhaling deeply to keep her cool.
He pulled back suddenly, making her feel an emptiness she couldn’t describe. Staring her down, he asked for the last time.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
He lunged forward, ripping off the white lace and running his hand down her wet clit. She moaned as he felt the sopping wet mess of arousal at the opening of her pussy. There was no mistaking what was happening.
“Fucking right,” he groaned.
He leaned back, whipping off his black hoodie, leaving him in his dark T-shirt and jeans. She bit her tongue, wanting him to take it all off, wanting to see him without anything on once more. She knew just what sort of masculinity was under those threads. His shredded abs and rippling muscle… It was enough to make her mouth water. But he kept it all on, turning his attention back to her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, pressing her thighs down to better expose her pussy to him.
Right then, under him, was the first time in a long time that vulnerability had felt good. Her body throbbed, pleading with him to make her feel something. Without hesitation, he drew his tongue up her thigh, heading for the main event. Vibrating with arousal, she couldn’t control her moans, giving him the feedback he obviously loved. He ran his hands up the inside of her thigh toward her wet pussy and locked his eyes with hers.
“Don’t you ever fucking disobey me again—or you’ll be choking on my cock in apology.”
The memory of his rock-hard manhood sliding down her throat made her raise her hips to him, and she found herself praying for him to give it to her. Obliging, he pushed his thick fingers to the opening of her pussy, sliding easily inside her. He made short work of pleasing her aching core, dropping to taste her clit, circling and swirling it in his mouth. Her rocking hips only screamed how bad she needed an orgasm and how much she needed him to be drawing it out.
Gasping for breath as she neared the edge, she cried out his name, the ties cutting into her wrists as she writhed.
“Delta, please just fuck me.”
“You haven’t learned your lesson yet,” came his dark reply.
Aching, she rolled her eyes back as he fingered her harder and harder, drawing every ounce of wetness out of her. His cock was hard as fuck, pressing on her leg through his jeans, and he was getting hotter and rougher with her. Pressure built to the surface, driving her to call out his name again and again as her first wave of ecstasy crested.
“Delta, please,” she cried at his relentless touch, wishing she could reach out to him.
“Whether you fucking like it or not, I’m not afraid to hurt you.”
“Please,” she cried as she came, her orgasm flowing all over his fingers, “do it.”
Seemingly satisfied with his work, he appeared to savor what liquid remained on his hand, enjoying every bit of her. Then he pulled back, seemingly admiring her nude body, issuing a warning.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I want you to,” she reiterated, loving the pain of the ropes cutting into her wrists, needing him to hurt her to make her feel better.
Something in his eyes flashed at her words and he pushed off the bed. Wasting no time, he kicked off his jeans and threw off his T-shirt. Only his boxers remained, which she was very happy to see drop immediately, giving her a prime view of that bouncing, hard cock she so worshipped.
He approached the side of the bed where she lay, untying her hands from the headboard. Reaching down, he dragged her body to his liking, angling her just right. He pumped his engorged cock with his talented hands and stood directly in front of her face. Her knees were digging into the scratchy hotel carpet, but she opened her mouth to welcome him.
Caveman-like, he grabbed at her hair, infusing his fingers into her blonde locks, pulling hard to guide her exactly how he wanted her. She nearly choked as he slid his throbbing cock into her mouth, quickly hitting the back of her throat without pause. The way he handled her hair and jaw started to hurt, but it was a damn good thing that he knew she fucking loved it. Her eyes rolled back as she relished the moment. She could never deny how weak she was for this heated, grizzly man who had more muscle and cock than sensitivity, his dick longer than his emotional bandwidth.
Rhythmically sliding in and out of her mouth, he grunted in pleasure, clearly taking his pleasure. As he was getting closer to his peak, he snarled down at her.
“You little slut, you like this cock in your mouth.”
Tears fell out of her eyes as he pulled at her hair—pain that made her feel so damn good. His words were perfect. The sensation was perfect. She moaned, feeling her pussy ache more. He obviously loved what he was doing to her, knowing she could only give a muffled response.
He launched his cock farther down her throat until she gagged relentlessly. Laughing to himself, he kept rocking forward until she felt every delicious vein on his cock pulsing. There was no doubt he wasn’t far from the edge himself, and the thought of his hot liquid exploding down her thr
oat nearly sent her into a second orgasm.
Finally, Delta drew back, using his hands to pump his twitching cock toward her mouth. She licked up the drops of pre-cum that had snuck out of his round tip. Pursing her lips, she played lavishly with it, taking too much time. He groaned, dropping his head back, and looked down on her again.
“You’re my slut. Get that?”
He ordered like he was issuing the ten commandments. The man never ceased to amaze her. His dirty bedroom talk was exactly what she’d expect of a sailor with too much time at sea.
“And after tonight—when I say jump, I want you to ask how high.” His commands were unrelenting. “Whatever I say, whatever I want—”
“Yes,” she submitted, too deep in the moment to care, as he picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hotel wall.
She knew—as he surely did—what was going to happen next.
“I’m not letting you put yourself in danger,” he said, getting real, his face hard and cold.
It was clear. His mindset was that he was damn ready to fuck the shit out of her, and she trembled, knowing what was to come. Holding her entire body up, he pushed her against the wall of the hotel room. His warm, rough hands felt her up and down, squeezing and claiming her.
“You’re softer than before,” he grunted as he gripped her expanded waistline. But, before she could respond, he added, “I like that.”
Finally, he lifted her into a straddling position over his dick. His muscles pulsing and his cock twitching, he hovered her above his thick cockhead.
“Matteo—”
“You’re mine now,” Delta reiterated, pressing against her hot slit. “Don’t fucking forget that.”
As the words poured out of his mouth, they hit her hard. He’d never said anything like that to her ever before. Without a shadow of a doubt, something had changed in Delta since he’d been back. That was good, though, since something had changed in her, too.
She breathed out as he leaned in to take her mouth once more, feeling his heavy cock underneath her, teasing her opening. She hadn’t had sex in a long time—not since everything she’d been through. A moment’s anxiety shot through her as she worried about her scarring and if it would hurt. That wasn’t the type of pain she wanted. That was a different type of pain.
Then, he pushed his cockhead up an inch into her aching pussy and hovered her body over him. She winced as his cock passed by her childbirth scars and he froze.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, pushing herself down on him.
Groaning, he bit her neck and slid her down his long shaft. She gasped as she sensed him enter her, taking up way more space inside her than she ever remembered. Kissing her more deeply, he grinned at her reaction and gave her a second to recover. She locked eyes with him, softer than before, with one hand gripping his muscular shoulder for dear life, while her other hand rested on the long scar on his perfect cheekbone and temple. There were so many secrets between them.
“If you own me, that means you own me all the time,” she said, as he moved his mouth down her throat to suck at her sensitive neck skin.
He grunted in reply, vigorously moving her body up and down his cock. Goddamn, she instantly melted with the sensation. He was her sexual kryptonite. He groaned in agreement as he bit her throat hard, pushing deeper into her.
“I want you all the time,” Delta admitted.
She exhaled, inviting him to fuck her senseless. Rocking her body on his shaft the exact way he wanted to, he drove her to see stars as he fucked her to another orgasm. Holding her against the wall like she weighed nothing, his power was overwhelming, only intensifying her attraction to the SEAL. He was all-consuming, bringing her to a place she’d never been, promising things she’d never had.
Never before—not even the first time they’d messed around—had she felt what she felt then. She cried out with every thrust at the raw intensity he brought. It was delicious. It was terrible. It was amazing. She couldn’t take it anymore. But she needed it to never stop. She wanted to have more and more and more.
“Baby,” she cried and pleaded as explosions of pleasure ran up her core as he rocked her pussy, dripping her cum down his shaft to the base, “don’t ever stop.”
His only response was raw grunting alongside his teeth meeting the edge of her jaw and neck, like he needed her to fucking know just how he owned her. She was never, ever going to take another cock other than his for as long as she lived. He fucked her intensely, clearly enjoying every second that she gasped for breath. The closer he grew to the edge, the more savage he seemingly became—apparently caring even less about being tender, not that he ever was. He roughed her up like it might be the last fuck he was ever going to have.
“Ruin me for anyone else,” she groaned, breathless as she came.
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as she got the words out, telling him more than he probably wanted to know.
“Fucking right.”
He lapped her emotions up through a pained voice as he finally exploded inside her, holding her against the wall as his cum dripped down his cock and out of her. With his heart thudding hard and him breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against her. Everything about his sweaty, hot build and warm, manly scent filled her nose. She was open and relaxed—and falling.
And that was when her eyes flicked open, like a light switch turned on.
Falling.
That was exactly the feeling she’d had last time.
She bit her lip, not wanting to say anything when he drew her down onto the bed with him, holding her closer. It was clear that he had no words left to say. Kissing her hair and drawing the sheets over their bodies, he refused to let her go. Her head on his chest, his arms around her, she hadn’t ever felt so blissful.
“I’m sorry,” he confessed.
“For what?” she whispered.
“For being an asshole,” he rumbled a sleepy reply. “For not being there.”
“You’re here now,” she reminded him, wanting it all to be real, wanting to share everything with him. The longer he held her, the safer she felt. It was everything she’d ever wanted from the man she could never have.
“You need someone to be there for you.”
“Is that going to be you?”
“I want it to be,” he grumbled. “I’m trying.”
His rhythmic breathing was deepening, and it was clear to her that he was passing out.
As she also slid into sleep, she found herself just as alone and confused. He couldn’t be turning a corner… could he? She held tepidly on to the hope that things had changed, and she let her eyes flutter closed as he held her in his arms. Her dreams that night were not as calming as she’d wanted, however, given the remarkable release Delta had given her. His non-committal words tugged at the seams in her mind, threatening to unravel it all.
And when she woke in the first rays of morning, she realized that there was no one else in the hotel room.
He was gone.
Springing out of bed for no reason other than disbelief, she looked left and right, not even sure what she was looking for. Some evidence that it hadn’t all been a dream? The only thing that told her it wasn’t was her aching pussy and the bite marks across her neck, as she looked in the hotel mirror hanging on the wall.
He’d come, he’d seen, he’d conquered—and he’d left. All she heard was screaming ricocheting in her mind, the sound of her brain reminding her heart, ‘I told you so’.
Her own vulnerability crushed her, and she came to regret everything. Looking at her face, her hair…disheveled, unkempt. Was it her? What was she doing? Kendra took in a heavy breath, shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes. How could anything be so important that he’d needed to run? How could he ghost her again?
Blinking into her reflection, seeing her blue eyes, only bluer from the tears pouring out, she realized something. Little had she known that when he’d apologized, it was for the past
and for the future.
Because he wasn’t going to stop being an asshole.
He was an asshole.
And she was, once again, in too deep.
Chapter Twelve
“So, who is she?”
Sky flicked back her long brown ponytail as she pulled at the collar of her tight-fitting leather jacket. Her face dead serious, she had obviously been waiting patiently for an explanation, ever since she’d helped track Kendra all the way to Bakersfield.
But he wasn’t planning on explaining himself. Sky didn’t need to know, so he just let out a low breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. He cocked his pistol, checking it for readiness, ignoring her questions. The cool steel in the night reminded him of a tour he wanted to forget. A chill ran up his back, flushing a shiver over his limbs as he gazed into the darkness on the wrong side of LA.
“Are you into her?” Sky pressed again for details as he tried to ignore her.
Delta shook his head, unwilling to give his trainee what she sought. And he damn well knew that she was seeking more than what she let on.
She continued, “Cough it up.”
“Fuck off,” he dismissed, and holstered his pistol.
Pushing off his Harley, he adjusted his dark jacket. He had shit to do and didn’t have time for her whining. Walking down the alley behind the building, heading toward their destination, his irritation rose as he heard her trailing behind him.
“You know, I looked into her after you had me track her car, and I’ve gotta tell you that she wasn’t what I expected.”
“How’s that?” Delta sneered, focused on his mission.
Sky jumped forward, thumping her hand into his chest, pushing him back. Her eyes were fixated on him.
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