My Donut Princess: The Navy SEAL Series, Novella

by Stone, Odette

  Oh.

  “What if I don’t want you to leave?”

  “Princess, this isn’t a good idea.”

  “Because you’ll leave me when this is over and break my heart?”

  He shut his eyes. “Something like that.”

  “My heart’s already going to break when you leave, so does it matter if we take this further or not?”

  He pushed my hair off my forehead, and his eyes searched mine. “You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt, Femi.”

  I moved to sit on him. I could feel his hard arousal dig into my buttocks. I slowly started to undo the buttons of my satin night top. “Don’t make me beg, Aaron, please.”

  He watched as I shrugged the top off my body. Two big hands pushed up, cupping my breasts and then he lifted his head, sucking one nipple in between his teeth. I felt his warm wet tongue circle the tip.

  I gasped, and my head fell back. He moved to my other breast, and my fingers dug into his hair.

  He pushed up to a sitting position, feasting on my breasts, before flipping me over onto my back.

  I watched as he knelt between my legs, tugging the silky PJ bottoms off. I lay sprawled, naked while he ran his big hands up my thighs. His fingers slid through my slick folds.

  My hips came off the bed when he slowly pushed a thumb inside of me.

  “Aaron,” I moaned.

  “I’m losing control here, Femi.”

  “Please,” I begged. I wanted this more than I wanted anything in my life.

  He sat back on his haunches and then whipped his t-shirt over his head. He stood up and shucked off his jeans before he yanked me to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs and then his mouth came down on me, impossibly savage, ravishing me with a single-minded determination.

  I covered my face and cried out, bucking up against his face, as his tongue, his lips, his fingers provoked the most intense sensations. I felt nothing but trust as he intimately explored the most forbidden part of my body with his mouth. My head tossed back and forth.

  My entire body arched, pushing my back off the bed. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and a scream ripped out of my throat as my orgasm rolled over me like a tank. My body arched, before I collapsed back on the bed, boneless and weak.

  He crawled up over me until his face hovered inches above mine. He gifted me with that smile, and then he dipped his head and caught my bottom lip between his teeth. A big hand pushed my hair off my face. I wrapped my arms around his back, relishing my chance to touch him. Muscles rippled beneath my fingertips as he stole another kiss from my lips.

  “Has anyone ever told you how delicious you taste?”

  I felt my face redden. “No!”

  “Like carnal candy. Hot and sweet.”

  “Aaron!”

  He laughed and then rested his forehead against mine. “I need to go get a condom.”

  I linked my legs around his back pulling his body towards my apex. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

  I could feel the big head of his cock graze my entrance.

  He exhaled deeply. “I always use a condom.”

  “So go get one.” I tugged my legs harder, pulling him in towards me. His cock butted up against my slick apex.

  He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Fascinated, I watched him wince as his slowly pushed the tip of himself inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” he breathed, eyes widening.

  He was big. I took a deep breath and relaxed as he slowly pushed further inside of me.

  “That feels so nice.” I panted.

  “Nice?” his gaze sharpened. “Nice?”

  I started to laugh. “You know what I mean.”

  “It means, I’m not doing my job,” he said between clenched teeth. “Should we get this show on the road?”

  “I thought it already was.”

  He moved back, so he knelt between my legs. I gasped when he yanked my legs up over his shoulders. Big arms planted on either side of me, and his huge arm muscles strained as he leaned forward.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes,” I giggled.

  He started slow, but his driving thrusts were strong.

  My laughter died in my throat. Something dark and forbidden began to grow within me.

  “Oh!”

  “Hang on, Princess.” He found his rhythm. With my back flat on the bed and my legs pinned over me, I had limited options but to receive. And receive I did.

  A groan ripped from me, as his huge length thrust deep into me. When he pulled back, my body clenched in response, tightening around him, intensifying the sensations.

  This is not how I remembered sex. This was electrifying. Stimulating. I gripped his big arms, lifted my head and watched as his muscular core tightened with each hard thrust. His big neck corded. His eyes were slits. The sensations he provoked in my body overwhelmed me.

  “Aaron!” I wailed.

  I stared up at his face in transfixed ecstasy, concentrating on the sensation of his thick cock swiftly penetrating me with each piston movement of his hips. His lip curled. A sheen of sweat covered his beautiful face. And my body lovingly accepted each rough thrust.

  Garett’s idea of cardio was a weekly game of tennis, and he got tired pretty quick.

  Aaron, the Navy SEAL, whose body was honed to athletic perfection, wasn’t even out of breath.

  Meanwhile, I panted like I was running a marathon.

  When his thumb flicked over my clit, my entire body stiffly jerked as another mind-numbing orgasm washed over me.

  He didn’t even let me finish coming. He flipped my boneless body onto my hands and knees. Gasping, with my face pressed against the 800 thread count of the bed, I felt him push into me from behind. My fingertips curled around the sheets. I writhed in ecstasy as his huge cock deeply penetrated my pussy. I loved the feeling of having my ass in the air with my legs spread wide open to accept each of his ravenous thrusts. The sheets muffled my moans, but I’m pretty sure people three floors down, heard my scream when I came.

  His big hand slapped my ass. “Not done with you yet, Princess.”

  He pulled me out of bed. I wrapped my weak arms around his thick neck as he carried me across the room to the floor to ceiling glass window. He spun me, and I gasped as the cold glass hit my breasts. My eyes peered across the courtyard to the hotel rooms directly across from us. A joyful cry ripped out of me as he pushed deep inside of me.

  I was drunk on intense pleasure.

  “Look out the window.” He instructed as he fucked me like it was his mission. “See all the hotel rooms across the way? Can you see anyone watching?”

  I clung to the window. I scanned the dark rooms and gasped when I saw the man standing one floor down, looking up at us.

  “You see him, don’t you?” Aaron growled, tugging back my hair, so my neck arched. My hands splayed, and my breasts flattened against the glass giving the stranger a perfect view of my naked body. The stranger and I made eye contact.

  “He’s watching us,” I gasped, feeling strangely turned on by the idea of being watched. The man shoved his hand down his pants, as he stared up at us.

  Aaron increased his speed, pumping his cock harder and faster into me and ground out. “He sees how your body is spread open to mine. He wishes it was him fucking you from behind. Do you think he can see your tight little pussy?”

  His words made me come again. Hard.

  Without skipping a beat, Aaron spun me around, lifted me up, and then without ceremony, pushed his huge cock deep inside of me.

  “Oh shit.” I squeezed my eyes shut, as my pussy spasmed around his hard length.

  He tugged my hair back and covered my mouth with a mind-spinning kiss.

  “Can you come once more for me, Princess?”

  “No,” I gasped, unable to bring oxygen into my lungs.

  He laughed. “I think you can.”

  He pumped into me harder and faster, fucking me until my teeth rattled.

  “I’ve
wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you. Your body was made for my cock.”

  My body arched back, and a mangled scream ripped out of my throat, as my world once again shattered into a million pieces.

  “Femi,” he hissed. My pussy throbbed and convulsed, as his cock thrust into me with violent, brutal strokes. He shouted, and I felt the hot stream of his seed eject deep inside of me.

  He shuddered. “Fuck, yeah.”

  His arms tightened around me. I remained impaled on his cock, as he carried me back to the bed. We collapsed in a heap. I sprawled on his chest. Only the sound of our heavy breathing broke the silence.

  My head rose and fell with his rib cage. Sleep started to pull me under, and I barely stirred when he yanked the covers back and hauled me under the covers.

  I curled up, and he curled around me. A big warm Aaron blanket, protecting me.

  I hovered between awake and sleep. His mouth brushed over my bare shoulder, and I heard him murmur, “Fuck I’m going to struggle to let you go.”

  And with those words, my heart shattered like glass.

  Chapter 25

  Femi

  I woke up alone, and my body felt deliciously stiff. Aaron and the birthday cake were gone, but a note sat propped up on the nightstand.

  Femi, I went for a workout. Benny is outside. Don’t let anyone in.

  I stood under a hot shower, turning on the shower head to pulsing massage. Last night had been the most fabulous night of my life. Now I knew what the big deal about sex was. Now I understood the obsession.

  I happily hummed as I blew dry my hair and artfully applied my makeup. Perhaps we could go out for breakfast. I danced into my room, pulling on a cheerful blue dress that matched the color of his eyes.

  I heard the door buzz open, and Aaron walked in, looking sweaty and hot.

  “Hi,” I felt shy.

  His eyes lingered as they traveled over my body. “You realize all that fuss you made with your hair has gone to waste.”

  My insides quivered. “Why?”

  “Because as soon as I’m showered, I’m going to tackle you naked.”

  I laughed. “Do your best.”

  He walked up to me and leaned down to kiss me. “You smell amazing.”

  “So do you,” I breathed him in. He smelled like clean sweat, mint, and Aaron.

  My phone buzzed.

  “Hello?”

  I watched as Aaron winked at me and disappeared into his bedroom.

  “Femi, it’s me.” Mari sobbed in my ear.

  “Mari, what’s wrong?”

  “I can’t talk about it on the phone. Can I come up and see you?”

  “You’re at the hotel?”

  “I haven’t left yet,” she bawled.

  I glanced with regret at Aaron’s bedroom door. I needed to help Mari. “Yes, come up.”

  * * *

  Three minutes later, Benny held open the door.

  Tears streaked Mari’s face. “Are you alone?”

  “Aaron is in the shower. What’s wrong? What happened?”

  She dug into her big bag and pulled out a huge gun. “Fuck you, Femi.”

  My mouth dropped open. “What-what are you doing?”

  She grabbed my arm and shoved me towards Aaron’s bedroom.

  “No,” I gasped.

  “Fight me, and I’ll kill him,” she ground out.

  Steam billowed out as I pushed open the door of his bathroom. Aaron stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He froze when he saw Mari, who held a gun to my temple.

  “Hi, Asshole,” she spat.

  His eyes shifted to his huge gun that lay on the counter.

  “Touch that, and I blow your little girlfriend’s brains out,” Mari said. “Come. Come into the bedroom.”

  Aaron’s expression remained easy. He lifted his hands up and walked into the bedroom.

  “Sit in that chair.”

  He sat down. “You don’t have to do this, Mari.”

  “Shut up,” she hissed. She dug into her purse and pulled out a man’s tie. “Gag him with this.”

  I stood there frozen as my heart pounded in my chest.

  She shoved me towards him. “Do it, or I’ll shoot him in the chest.”

  With trembling fingers, I tied a gag around his mouth. She tested it. “Good.”

  She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her bag. “Put these around his wrists, behind the chair.”

  Aaron put his arms behind the chair, and I cinched them with the handcuffs.“Why are you doing this?”

  “Say one more word, and your boyfriend is dead.”

  She dug into her bag and pulled out two plastic zip ties. “Put this around his ankles, so that his feet are tied to the chair.”

  With shaking fingers, I did as she asked. I glanced up at Aaron who watched me. I stifled my scream when she whacked him across the side of the head with the gun. His head slumped over his chest.

  “Now, we’re going to get out of here. Past Benny.”

  “How?” I trembled so hard my voice shook.

  “You’ll figure it out. If you don’t, I’m going to shoot Benny in the head and then come back here and kill this one.”

  “Okay,” I lifted my hands up. “I’ll do it.”

  “Come on.” She motioned with the gun, towards the door. I took a deep breath and then exhaled, opening the door. A fake smile plastered on my face.

  “Hey, Benny.”

  “Hey, Femi.” He eyeballed both of us. Mari pretended to dig through her big bag so she could hide the gun.

  “Mari and I are going down to the lobby for breakfast.”

  “I’ll come with you.”

  “No need,” I said breezily. “We’re in the middle of girl talk.”

  “You need to be protected,” he insisted.

  “You can tell the guy downstairs to meet me in the lobby.”

  His expression looked skeptical. “I don’t know.”

  “Benny.” I spoke in a sing-song voice. Getting him to agree with me would save his life. “Nothing is going to happen on the elevator.”

  He texted on his phone. “Yeah, okay. Mark is waiting in the lobby.”

  I blew him a kiss. “Thanks. See you later.”

  Mari and I walked to the elevator. She linked her arm in mine, pretending to giggle. When we got in, she pressed all the floors between our floor and the lobby. The next level down, she pushed me out. “Turn right.”

  We walked down the hallway, through an employee only door and then she pushed me onto the service elevator. We silently rode down.

  How could I get myself out of this situation?

  No one gave us a second look when we walked down a long hallway that smelled like garbage and disinfectant. She pushed me through a set of doors, and we were in the back alley of the hotel.

  The door of a minivan slid open. She shoved me in.

  “Where are we going?”

  She hit me across the temple with the gun and then everything went black.

  Chapter 26

  Aaron

  Fuck me. Fucking fuck fuck. I only pretended to get knocked out when Mari hit me across the head. It killed me to listen to her instruct Femi on how to get past Benny. And then they were gone.

  I studied the room. My tied arms were useless, so were my legs. I tried to spit out the gag, but Femi had tied it tight. I needed to get Benny’s attention.

  I hopped the chair back and then tilted it, so it leaned against the bed. Now I could slide each foot tie off the bottom legs of the chair. I sprinted to the door and rammed my body against it.

  “Aaron.”

  I slammed it again.

  I heard the door buzz and then Benny pushed open the door. The look of shock on his face as he took in my naked body and my gagged face, would have been comical if this situation weren’t so damn fucked up.

  “Mmmm,” I shook my head.

  He ripped down the gag, and I spun around showing him my arms.

  “Mari’s got her.
”

  “What?”

  “Where did they go?”

  “They took the elevator downstairs for breakfast,” his phone buzzed.

  “Answer that.” I instructed.

  “Okay, thanks,” he spoke.

  “What?” I asked as he unlocked my wrists.

  “Mari and Femi went down the elevator, but they never showed up.”

  “Call everyone. Clark. The police. Hotel security.” I shouted over my shoulder as I ran towards my bedroom. I yanked on clothes and then my flak jacket, before grabbing three guns and my holster.

  “Clark is on the way here. The hotel has closed all doors. Police are on their way with search dogs.”

  “I’m going down to hotel security. Tell Clark to meet me there. Tell security to get all footage from the last 15 minutes available.”

  Benny’s face scrunched up like he wanted to cry. “Yes, sir.”

  It took me five minutes to find the footage of Mari kidnapping Femi. She took her down one floor, moved her to the security elevator and then outside.

  I zoomed the screen in on the back of the minivan. I called Clark. “She took her in a grey, Dodge Caravan with the license plate FBR-1449.”

  “Hang on,” he said. I heard him speak to the police and give out the details.

  He came back to me. “The police put a BOLO on that. They are also going to try and see if they can trace the vehicle with street cameras,” he said. “I’ll be at the hotel in five. FBI has been mobilized.”

  I instructed the security team to send the footage and screenshots of the vehicle to the police. Then I went to the lobby to wait for Clark.

  Rage.

  Frustration.

  Fear.

  Emotions threatened to overtake me as I paced. I called Benny.

  “What did Clark ask you to do?”

  “Nothing,” his voice shook.

  “We’ll be up there in 15. I want you to talk to her driver, and get a history of every place he’s ever driven Femi. I also want a list of her birthday guests from her father’s PA. I want you to comb through that list and find anyone that you can think of that might know Mari.”

  “Yes, sir.”