by Gemma James
She edged back and made a gagging noise, but I shoved my hands into her wet, tangled hair and growled. No way in hell was I letting her pull away. She was going to swallow my load, every last bit of it. I expected her to fight me, but instead she did something that stunned the hell out of me; she fondled my balls in her warm palm and moaned. Fuck, Alex getting off on sucking my cock was fucking amazing.
I glanced down and found her gaze trained on me as her lips slid along my shaft. Hot damn…she was good at this. The sexiest thing about her eyes was the genuine need in them. She wasn’t putting on a show or giving me a fake sultry stare like other women used to. She took me deep in her throat and gagged, but she didn’t retreat.
“Alex…” I hissed in a breath between clenched teeth. “That. Keep doing that. Almost there.”
She gagged again, and that was my undoing. Thank God for small favors. I curled my fingers in her strands, holding her immobile, and pushed deeper. I wanted as deep as possible—wanted her helpless because up until then, she’d held all the power.
My mind disconnected, floating where only liberation existed, and I ground my eyes shut, groaning as my release spurted down her throat.
She finished swallowing, and reluctantly, I let her pull those amazing lips from my shaft. Her needy expression was almost too much, and when she placed a tender kiss on the tip of my cock, something inside me wanted to crack. I almost did. She was bringing me back from the brink, bit by bit, and only the reminder of the hell she’d put me through kept me on course.
She whispered my name, a question in her tone.
“Quiet,” I said, not ungently, but I seriously needed a few seconds to collect myself. Damn it, my dick was still hard. I hated that I didn’t have a handle on my control, but I guessed that was to be expected after going so long without sex, and fucking her twice wasn’t enough. I suspected it would never be enough with her.
I was this close to taking her to bed, and if I had my way, we wouldn’t leave it for at least three days.
I couldn’t do that. Giving her exactly what she wanted, which ironically was me, wasn’t what I intended to do. Maybe someday, after she came clean with the truth, we could really work past our problems and find a fucked up version of normal.
Our normal.
I didn’t see that happening for a while. Too much of me still hated her…but too much of me still wanted her. How more messed up could I get?
I shut off the water, stepped from the shower, and grabbed two towels before handing her one.
She wrapped her body in soft green terrycloth. “Can I please have my clothes back now?”
“No way.” I ran my gaze up and down her body, taking in her long legs, the gentle swell of cleavage, and the curve of her waist. Even obscured by the towel, she was the definition of fuckable. “I like knowing you’re naked and accessible at all times. If I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you, I don’t want clothing in the way.”
She wouldn’t look at me as she finished drying her skin, then, with her lower lip caught between her teeth, she slowly let the towel drop. “I’m ready.”
Somehow, I guessed there was a double meaning to those words. I’d bet the deed to this island she was still wet and throbbing for me, which was how I wanted her. In fact, I wanted her in a constant state of arousal. My cock twitched at the thought. Playing this game with her could be more fun than I imagined.
I quickly dressed and led her down the ladder and into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I settled at the table and popped the cap. “Start dinner.”
She seemed lost at first, her gaze veering in my direction every so often as she perused the kitchen. I wondered if she even knew how to cook, considering her spoiled upbringing included an on-demand chef and a housekeeper. I didn’t feel obliged to give her any pointers. I rather enjoyed watching her flounder. If she wanted to stay out of trouble, she’d figure out how to make something edible. After five minutes of opening and closing the cupboard doors, followed by the fridge and freezer, she settled on baking chicken.
She bent over, her perfect ass aiming straight at me, as she slid the pan into the oven, and by the time she shut the door, I had a raging hard-on again. My body wanted her constantly, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her, mid-stride, and settling her on my lap. I pushed her legs apart until she straddled me, and she had to realize exactly what I needed from her. Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, I drew her close, aching to taste her lips, but I stopped before we connected.
Kissing was intimate. Kissing usually fucked everything up by bringing feelings into the mix. But hell, she smelled amazing—a mixture of soap and something that was one hundred percent Alex.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding me that she was supposed to be finishing dinner, not sitting on my lap, tempting me to fuck her or do something as asinine as kiss her.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said, head falling back and eyes drifting shut. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.
She was driving me crazy. I grabbed her hips and pulled her snug against my cock, and the only thing keeping me from fucking her was my own damn clothing. Maybe we should both walk around naked. I rubbed against her, and the rough texture of my jeans created friction on her clit.
She moaned, her head falling to my shoulder, tits smashing against my chest as she clung to me. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“If you tell me why you lied, I’ll make you come so fucking hard, you’ll forget your own name.”
With a shudder, she tangled her hands in my hair, fingers clutching in desperation. “You’re evil,” she groaned. If her touch didn’t feel so good, I would have trapped her hands behind her back.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” I said, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll put you out of your misery.” I gripped her nape and scraped my teeth across her throat. “But if you keep up this bullshit, you’re gonna learn what the female equivalent of blue balls is.” I rubbed against her again to make my point. She trembled in my arms, and I felt the dampness from her pussy seeping through my jeans.
“You were right the other night,” she said. “I was young and selfish. I couldn’t handle you rejecting me.”
Now that she’d said the words, they didn’t ring true. I’d known she had a thing for me, but would she really sink so low as to ruin my life because I wouldn’t touch jailbait? I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t considered it before, but something else was going on…something she was hiding. I pushed her to her feet, gave her a dark smile when she pulled that lower lip between her teeth, and reached for the button on my pants. Her gaze settled on my lap and never strayed as I inched down my zipper. I freed my cock, grabbed her hips and twirled her around, and pulled her onto my shaft.
She was so fucking wet.
Wrapping both arms around her, I brought a hand up and circled her throat. Our bodies slapped together in a crazy rhythm that tilted me closer to the edge with each thrust.
“You’re lying to me.”
“I’m not,” she bit out with a groan, and it was such a torturous sound one would think I was beating the shit out of her instead of fucking her.
I flexed my fingers. “Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”
She remained silent, and I wasn’t sure if she flat-out refused to talk, or if she was scared to. Either way, I’d find out the truth, and I wouldn’t stop pushing until she told me. I nibbled her neck, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. I increased the pressure of my hand and held her to me when she started thrashing.
I needed this, needed those few heightened seconds as she fought for survival while I spilled into her. I was doing just that, her body going limp in my arms, when Jax walked through the door. “Damn, man. You didn’t tell me tonight was dinner and a show night.”
I slept in Rafe’s bed, and for the first time since he’d kidnapped me a week ago, I actually slept. Really slept. Most surprising was how he liked to cuddle. I remembered the way he held
on to me the night I tried to escape, but I thought he’d done it to keep me from taking off.
Now that he knew I had no intention of leaving the cabin, the way he held my body all night—one palm on my breast while the other wedged between my thighs—I realized this was how he liked to sleep. But what I found even more surprising was how I got any sleep at all, considering the placement of his hands.
So was the way in which I awoke, with his fist clamping around both wrists and his erection pushing into my mouth.
I opened my eyes and found him straddling my chest, dark hair tumbling onto his forehead as he gazed at me. Well-defined muscles rippled underneath black lines of ink. His body was a masterpiece, God’s finest art, and those green eyes…I’d never tire of losing myself in them. I hadn’t outgrown him at all, not during the last eight years, not even now that he’d kidnapped me and revealed the darkness festering inside him.
Part of me craved his sinful obsidian desires.
He pulled out and plunged back in, and I rolled my tongue around the tip, tasting the musky salt that signified his need. He braced himself upright, one hand on the headboard, and pushed deeper. I loved how smooth and solid he was in my mouth. I always gagged while giving head, but I wanted to take him all the way in, deep in my throat, and I didn’t give a shit if I gagged or not.
He stilled with a shudder, and his lids drooped, though his eyes never left mine, never stopped giving off their hypnotic vibe. “Do you like sucking me off?”
His husky voice doused my skin in a blissful chill, and I tingled all over, tightening my lips around the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Alex, you’ve got the hottest damn mouth.” He started moving again, a slow, torturous pace—torturous because the longer he took, the more I wanted him filling someplace else.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, curls everywhere, those lips wrapped around my dick.” He tightened his hold on my wrists. “I could get used to waking you up like this.”
Oh God, so could I, if he’d only let me come. I clenched my thighs together, but it did nothing to relieve the ache that had throbbed since last night, since he’d choked me into unconsciousness.
He increased the pace, and the taste of him intensified, as did the pressure on my wrists when he edged back and pinched my nose. I flailed in a panic, legs kicking, and tried to pull free of his erection, but he shoved it down my throat and smothered me.
Our gazes crashed together, and my pulse pounded in my temples, ticking away the seconds.
“Trust me, I won’t kill you, but I can do this all day. Thirty more seconds, and your lungs will ignite. Blink twice if you’re ready to tell me what you’re hiding.”
I didn’t flutter an eyelash. Thing was, I did trust him. He wouldn’t kill me. He wouldn’t. My body was fast forgetting that though as I struggled for air, as my lungs burned for it.
He pulled out, and I sucked in a gasping breath before he pushed in again, deep down. “How long do you wanna play this game?”
I told myself not to panic and resorted to using the only weapon I had—my mouth. I added suction and swirled my tongue, flicked and darted until his hips thrust in abandon. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care because I was about to send him over the edge, I could already tell.
“Fuck,” he said with a growl as he came. He let go of my nose, and I almost choked as he spilled down my throat. He yanked out, and some of his cum spurted onto my lips and chin. “You play dirty.”
“Not nearly as dirty as you!” I said, still gasping for air.
His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. “You have no idea.” He curled my fingers around the bars of the headboard before sliding down my body. “Spread your legs.”
“No!”
“Spread your fucking legs.”
Something about his tone made me tremble. I opened my thighs without another word of protest, and he slid his hands underneath my ass, thumbs skimming the entrance of my sex. His mouth parted, hot breath igniting me, and I arch into his erotic kiss with a moan, fingers squeezing the shit out of the bars as his tongue burrowed into me.
My legs fell to the sides, quaking uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth as my center coiled, seconds away from coming undone when he switched to light, closed-mouthed kisses that torturously teased. I held my breath, refusing to cry out in frustration. I needed to come, so bad, and I was seconds away from begging him for it, from grabbing at his skin as if it were my lifeline.
I wanted him all over me, inside me, and wrapping me in his raw and brutal strength.
“Please, Rafe—”
He closed his lips over my clit, and I bowed over the mattress with a wail. He flicked his tongue, just light enough to drive me insane. “Rafe, please…for the love of God, I need more.” The headboard shook under the force of my grip.
“So do I,” he said, words vibrating along my pussy. “I need the truth.” He worked his way to my core, tongue lapping up moisture, before returning to my downfall—that little spot that was an instant away from sending me hurtling into ecstasy-like chaos. Pushing a finger into me, his tongue pressed on my clit hard.
“Oh God…oh my fucking God…
He pulled away, and an anguished cry tore from my throat. He propped his head on a hand and looked at me between shamelessly spread legs, my knees bent on either side of him and feet flat on the mattress.
“How bad do you want it?”
“Stupid question.”
“Wrong answer.” He kissed my hip, then dragged his lips up my stomach before sucking a nipple into his mouth. He slid a palm between my legs and stoked the blaze raging inside me. I thrust my pelvis into his touch, arched my spine, and was about to shatter when he stopped again. My breath expelled in a rush. I hated and loved him all at once, and my body was on the same page.
He brought his hands to my neck and clamped down, and I knew without a doubt he was going to choke me again. I prepared my useless fists to pound against his steel body.
“Fight me, sweetheart.”
I stiffened at his demand and refused to move. Part of me wanted to rebel, wanted to gain the upper hand even as he threatened to stifle me.
With a growl, he increased the pressure until I opened my mouth under his crushing weight.
“You’re gonna put up a fight, whether you want to or not.”
Bastard.
The compression on my neck became unbearable, and the need to break free kicked in. I beat on his chest, shoved against his arms, and made it to my knees, a move he must have allowed because he was too strong for me. My face screamed for relief as I used all the force I had, but I still couldn’t get his hands off my throat. We fell to the floor, and I landed hard on my back. He pinned me down, forced my legs apart, and settled his erection at my entrance.
“You want my cock?”
I gasped, more concerned with breathing than with fucking. “Rafe…stop…” I clawed at his fingers, desperate to get free. His gaze never left mine, and I realized this was how he got off. He craved my helplessness, perhaps because my actions had rendered him helpless for so long.
Or maybe because Rafe “The Choker” Mason got his kicks in holding the lives of others in his hands.
“You’re hurting me.” Tears leaked out and burned tracks down my cheeks.
He pushed into me violently. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your refusal to tell me the truth is hurting you.” His hands pressed harder on my throat.
My body reacted instinctively, and I kicked and squirmed, my useless fingers gouging his. “Please,” I squeaked, but the fucked up part was how I was getting wetter with each thrust, despite him choking me. The edges of the room grew dark, and I felt weightless as I drifted into nothingness.
His erratic breathing washed over me as my lids fluttered open. I gripped my throat, wheezing air into burning lungs. He was still pumping, and I was on the verge of coming, even after losing consciousness, when Jax dropped the ladder and popped his head through the opening.
“Dude. Someone just
showed up.”
Too many thoughts battled in my head. The possibilities were endless and in each one, someone discovered Alex. A cop. Nikki. Even Zach. I didn’t like unexpected developments. Since her declared death had hit the news, I’d grown lax.
My mistake.
I pulled out of her and wound an arm around her neck, smothering her mouth with my hand. “Who is it? Did you let them in?”
Jax shook his head. “It’s a woman. I have no idea who she is or what she wants.”
“Grab the duct tape from my dresser,” I told him. “Top drawer.”
He moved quickly and pulled out the tape, and all the while, Alex struggled, her protests coming out as muffled whines. As Jax pulled a strip from the roll, I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He and I worked together to get the tape over her mouth. I wound my belt around her wrists and anchored her hands to the headboard.
“Sit tight. We’re not done yet.” I got to my feet and threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and Jax led the way down the steps.
“A woman’s here?”
“A hot blonde,” he said. “I didn’t let her in, and boy was she pissed.”
Fuck.
Had to be Nikki. Once we touched ground, Jax folded the stepladder to the loft. I cast a glance toward the front door, dread twisting my gut for what waited on the other side.
“I tried telling her you were sleeping, but she wouldn't leave.”
“I’m not surprised. If it’s who I think it is, she doesn’t have an agreeable bone in her body.” I strode to the door, Jax on my heels, and pulled it open. She stood tapping a foot, arms crossed with a scowl on her face. “Who’s the watchdog?” She jabbed a finger in Jax’s direction.
“I think the real question,” he said, lip curling, “is who the hell are you?”
“Who the hell am I?” She clenched her hands.