by Lilly James
How dare he? My attempt to push him away was useless because he held me tighter, despite my struggle to be released from his almighty grip. “You think I was with another man? Travie?”
He pushed his body into mine, his hard erection pushing into my sex, making me gasp, making my senses melt. They’d missed the aphrodisiac of his scent that had suddenly attacked me.
He trailed his nose down the side of my face, his hot, raspy words melting into my ear. “You like to fucking punish me, Evelyn, so who knows?”
I yanked my face away from his. “You bastard.”
“Your phone was switched off. I had men out looking for you, and there was no trace of you anywhere. What the fucking hell was I meant to think?”
I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to ignore the way my clit pounded as he circled the head of his cock around it. “You’re meant to fucking trust me,” I snarled in his face. My breath heaved as I tried to wriggle free, but he wouldn’t let me go. He wrapped his big hands around my wrists and held me still. His possessive and dominating streak was now on full show.
“You’re meant to tell me where the hell you’re going. You’re forgetting you are mine. And with what I have in mind, the whole fucking world is going to know that you…” He pushed his rock-hard cock into my sex, making my legs buckle and a moan escape my lips. “Belong.” He nipped at my jaw. “To.” He grabbed my breasts. “Me.” He pushed his lips into mine, forced his tongue into my mouth, and swept me up with hot, needy, and vicious licks.
“Then claim your property.” I bit his lip fiercely, drawing blood, but Parks didn’t care. He kissed me even harder, moaning low and animal-like into my mouth, pinning my hands above my head. He was claiming me with hungry kisses and harsh pushes of his cock. He took my breath away, and when he was done kissing me like he was ravenous for my lips, he let go of my hands and pulled my t-shirt above my head. He didn’t give me time to think before he had my bra whipped off and his lips tugging on my nipples.
“Jesus,” I moaned as he pulled the erect, pink nub between his teeth. I wanted him on top of me. Angry or not. “I told you to claim me.” I was trying to act with harshness, but I sounded like I was begging as he tugged at my nipple with his teeth, and his lips sucked and teased.
“And claim you is what I intend to do. Instead of spanking the shit out of you, I’m going to fuck you until you’re so sore it hurts.” He tugged off the rest of my clothes, and in another swift and dexterous move, he pulled my knickers from my pelvis and spun me around. When my arse came into view, he slapped my bare cheek, then pushed me down onto the bed by my nape. I turned quickly, just in time to watch him yank his trousers down just enough to expose his almighty length. I gulped at the sight of it, and my clit did that violent hammering, anticipating what was to come. Knowing this hot, sexy alpha male was in love with me as much as I was in love with him sent an excited thrill throughout my veins.
He dived onto the bed and drove his mouth into my sex like he was famished. The wetness of his skilful tongue licked up my cleft like I was his meal, like he was devouring his prey, claiming me.
“Wade. Yes,” I moaned, driving my fingers through his hair. It was what I needed. Him. Like that.
“That’s it. It’s my name you call when I make you come against my lips.” He growled the warning and threat into my mouth, still angry but extremely turned on and desiring what I could give him. “It’s my name you call when I make you come around my dick. Only. Fucking. Mine.”
“Wade. Oh God.” I called his name over and over, my mind spiralling out of control, my body just the same. My climax grasped tightly at my body and took me in to a place of ecstasy, then let go and allowed me to pour.
“Yes. I belong to you.” I heaved out the words on a high-pitched moan.
“Damn right you fucking do,” he growled and gave me another deep lick with his tongue. He had me quivering out a climax once more. My hips rode the wave, my sex chafing against his mouth. He had me calling his name as he sucked me dry, his tongue at my clit and his fingers in and out of my hole. The way he could make me come was incomprehensible to the human mind. Parks was designed to fuck, and fuck hard. He was made to make a woman come so adeptly, so powerfully it was almost like a gift from God. I was sure as hell glad that gift was now mine.
“Now.” He sat back on his heels and licked his lips slowly, staring down at my wet, panting, and needy self. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move for the rest of the day.”
“Why not the rest of the week?” I smirked, heavily turned on by the primal need in his eyes to punish-fuck me. His jaw was tight and body just the same as he was prepared to wage war with my body. Sweet, dangerous war.
He slowly dragged the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. “This is not a game, Evelyn.”
“I didn’t say it was.” I remained lying down as he looked over my nakedness. “But I still want you to play with me.”
“Hmm.” Within seconds he was squashing me against the bed as he crawled over me. His hands went to work quickly. I watched as he pulled his red tie from around his neck and reached over so his chest was near my face, giving me the sensual whiff of his scent again. Within seconds, he tied my wrists above my head and to the bedframe with his tie. When I was secured, he brought his mouth back onto mine. The kissing and licking was a sure sign of possession. The way Parks took full ownership of my body was how he showed me how much he needed me. How hard he loved me. If Parks wanted to own me, possess me, that was completely fine by me. I’d still enjoy fighting him for it, though.
“I intend to take you hard, fuck you hard. Fuck you until you’re sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I exhaled in a rush as he rolled the tip of his cock around my folds, not inserting it just yet. Teasing bastard.
“Sorry for disappearing and almost giving me a fucking heart attack.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He squashed my lips with his finger and shoved the length of his solid cock into my wet state, making me cry out in pain and pleasure—pain if only for a second. And I loved that. The scent of our desperation and lust was thick and humid in the air. The need we both held for each other was undeniable.
The erotic groan from his beautiful lips had awakened every possible cell in my body and had me moaning along.
“Evelyn.” He spoke my name with promise but also entwined with anger as he sank himself into me. He was still mad, still the Hulk, and I anticipated the roughest sex yet. Sod it if Steph was just outside the door. I’d already heard the TV volume turn up, anyway.
His big hands caught my thighs, and he pulled them up around his waist, deepening the heavenly penetration.
“Tell me why I’m doing this, Evelyn.” His intense eyes focused on me, and he was trying to act impassive, but I knew when he was inside me that he was in his sanctuary. So I wasn’t surprised to see his neck straightening, his fingers flexing against my thighs, the need to fuck me overpowering him.
“Because I disappeared,” I groaned. Hell if I was actually sorry. I just said it so I could have him inside me. Hard. Rough. Delightful. This intimacy was what we definitely knew. Definitely yearned for every second of every passing day.
I moved my hips, needing him to move. Begging him to thrust. A slow, sardonic smirk tugged at his lips. “You want my cock, don’t you, Evelyn?” His words were tinged with pleasurable agony. He wanted to tease me, prolong it to punish me, yet it was killing him all at the same time.
“What if I said no?”
He stayed inside me, moving his hands down between my legs. “Then we’d both know you would be lying. We both know how greedy you are for it.” He moved his hips, making just the right amount of chafing against my clit. God, I was drowning in ecstasy. So turned on that I never wanted to be turned off. Ever. I knew that would never happen when I was in love with a human being who looked the way Parks did.
“And we both know how greedy you are for my sweetness.”
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hat got his attention. His cock twitched within me, so I pushed up, moaning as he stretched me open. His neck arched. His lids fell shut heavily. Even though I would have liked him to be utterly naked, the way he was dressed in his shirt, trousers only half pulled down to expose his cock had my skin tingly and flushed. Parks being still half-dressed in his suit reminded me he was a powerful, strong alpha in a world where I didn’t belong. But I belonged in his personal world. And that was better than I could ever describe.
“Oh, Evelyn. Your sweetness is my heaven on earth. You know that.”
“Then fuck it,” I begged.
“God, I love how impatient you are.”
My breath caught as he drove back into me. His determination kicked in, and his need to bruise and have me sore was undeniable. My sex automatically clenched, holding on to his throbbing cock. Jesus, he was devastating. The way he filled me, the way his heavy balls began slapping against my arse had me crying out. My body had already fallen into rapture. Parks was working me hard, thorough, and pouring out emotion with each move of his hips. Emotion he had suppressed throughout the night because of my “disappearance.” His body shuddered with each relentless thrust. Drive after drive.
“So tight. So good.” His voice was strained. I couldn’t answer. My body was building, up and up until I gasped out his name, coming around him.
“Wade.” He ignored my plea, ignored my orgasm, and carried on pushing and fucking. His movements were carnal. The way his thick arms tightened, the way his immensely defined abs rippled as he stroked and thrust showed me how powerful and masterful he was, mentally and physically. The sight of him alone was arousing, stimulating my senses to a newfound high.
Parks was built to fuck.
Fuck me, that is.
“Sweet. Mine.” His growl vibrated against my skin, heating it up some more. Every pound he gave my body was a delicious blow, every thump into my sex bruising me sweetly. I was crying out, tears running down my temples. My body was telling me I couldn’t take any more. Hell if I couldn’t.
He gripped my hips and tilted me up off the bed, angling my body just right. My arms pulled against the restraints, my hands still tied. All I wanted to do was touch him.
“No touching,” he affirmed. I felt his cock lengthening and thickening, and I squeezed my core around him.
“Ah. Christ.” His head fell back as he roared out my name. His hot liquids filled me endlessly. Another orgasm started from me, and my legs tightened and skin began to tingle. I let go with an almighty cry of his name, then clenched around his length as he ejected into me.
He began to slow as semen filled my pussy and damped my thighs. Our breathing was heavy and entwined. I flexed my fingers; my hands felt sore against the tie.
“Can you untie me?” I begged, needing my greedy hands all over him. The flash of his grin stopped my heart and sent an ache between my legs again.
He pushed off his shirt, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and threw it onto the floor. “I’m not finished yet,” he said as grew hard inside me again.
I lost count of how many rounds of rough, hard sex we had. But when he finally released my arms, they flopped down onto the bed. The blood suddenly came back and sent pins and needles down them.
Parks fell by my side. He was, by then, fully naked, and I couldn’t help but touch him just because I could.
“Are you sore?” He grinned, and the childishness of his tone made me laugh.
“I’m sore. My body is aching, and I still love you.”
Parks pushed my hair out of my face as it fell around me when I leaned up on an elbow and over him. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Please stay.” I suddenly panicked as he shifted, making me think he was about to leave. “I hate you shutting me out. The days are lonely and dead when you’re not around to make me feel alive; make me feel. And I’ve never wanted to feel.”
I never wanted emotion until I met Parks. Trying to block those unwanted thoughts of my turbulent past was a struggle I had to deal with on a daily basis. Parks being around took the strain away from that. He was all I thought about, and the outcome of solely focusing on him, and love, instead of depressing issues was life-changing.
His sigh was painful. Painful because he hated making me feel this way, yet he continued to do so. “I don’t want to put my shit on you, Princess. I’m working with Nia so I can deal with things better. I wanted to spank the shit out of you when I couldn’t find you yesterday. But I came here, saw your beautiful face, and realized I can’t do that anymore.”
I looked at his perfect face, his green, tender eyes, and his dark chocolate hair, which was a sexy mess. “So you are working with Nia?” I had a session with Nia two weeks before, and she indicated she was working with him, but she really wanted to focus on me and refused to bring up his name. His nod was slow, as though he was unsure of my reaction, so I interjected, “That’s a good thing.”
His one shoulder shrugged casually. He was too important and powerful to act like counselling was a good thing for him. Deep down, though, I knew he agreed. “It’s progress.”
I felt my eyes light up as I traced his chest. “Then progress with me.”
Turning away from me, he looked up at the ceiling, not wanting to look into my eyes. He still had his arm around my shoulders, though, holding me close. “I’m the one who holds us together, Evelyn. I don’t want you picking up pieces of my broken life. All I want to think about and focus on right now is our future together. Not the past we had to endure alone.”
I traced the yummy stubble that shadowed his jaw. “But I want to pick up your pieces and fit them back together again. You’re trying to mend your past without me, and I don’t think it’s fair.” I closed my eyes as he shifted and cupped my face with his hands. He didn’t know he was killing me, reaching in and ripping out my heart each and every time he walked away from me. When he turned his back, time stood still. My life was complete purgatory now because my lifeline had gone AWOL.
He brushed the pad of his thumb over my swollen lips. “You are fitting me back together in more ways than you could ever imagine. But I have personal stuff to deal with too. Family stuff. Things I don’t want you involved in.”
I gently kissed the pad of his thumb, but my throat swelled up. “I want to be your personal stuff.”
“You are.” He sighed. “You’re my everything. Control is essential to me, Princess. I need that control when I’m around you.” He snaked his big, warm arms around my shoulders and brought me into the best place a woman like me could ask for. A safe place. A loving and tender embrace that melted my heart. Although Parks drove me up the fucking wall, the love I felt for him was so overwhelming that I forgot why he drove me insane in the first place. He was my heaven and hell, pleasure and pain wrapped up in one. But it was those feelings that I appreciated and adored. To have a perfect, there undoubtedly had to be an imperfect in there somewhere. To win some, you have to lose some, and maybe I was losing when Parks left me, but then I was winning because of how he made me feel. How much I knew he loved me. He was the reason I cried, but he was a good reason, because although he was hard work, he was work I wanted to invest in. Parks was the one that was by my side when I was struggling to breathe. He was there when I needed him to keep me sane.
I drew in a shaky breath. “This is tearing me apart, Wade. I need to know, for sure, that we are going to be together again.” It was always hard, but I was getting better as expressing words.
Parks kissed my lips, then gently rubbed the tip of his nose along mine. “We will, Princess. I want to give you my world. I want to give you my time, my attention. I want to be consumed by you. But right now, I’m trying to find a way to show you how much you mean to me. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But you deserve the best, and I need space to be able to give you that.”
I didn’t understand his logic. Why could he only try and build our future without me around? And what wasn’t he telling me?
“Wade,
you have to love me so much it hurts. You have to hold me so tight that I find it hard to breathe. You have to love me hard and with everything you have.”
He squeezed me. “Evelyn, I love you more than I have ever loved anything in my fucking life. I love you so hard, I find it impossible to breathe!”
I looked down. “But I am enough for you?”
He kissed my temple softly. “You are more than enough.”
I sighed deeply. “Could we talk?”
His body stiffened against me. “We are talking.”
Pushing away, I tucked my hair behind my ear and gazed into his green beauties. “I mean, talk about your life before me. We have so much more to talk about. I now understand why you never really got into the depths of my addiction, why you tried to gloss it over and pass me off to Nia instead. I know the way your father’s alcohol problems and abuse has damaged you, and I didn’t think in a million years something like that went on in your family. And I truly want to kick your father’s arse and then some. ”
He ignored me and simply said, “There was no life before you.”
I sighed, wishing I could leave it at that, but I couldn’t. “I need to understand your past if you want me to have a future with you.”
Parks swiftly shifted and positioned himself on top of me. “I will give you everything, Princess. In time. But first I want to give you me. And I need everything from you.”
I frowned, showing him I was confused. “You have everything from me.”
“Not everything.” He suddenly pushed his cock into me, the force deep and urging my toes to dig into the bed and drag upwards.
“Stop,” I moaned softly. “I’m not done talking.”
Parks lashed his tongue across my lips, skimming his hands down my breasts. “There’s a place in you that I can call home, Princess, and I have never found that anywhere else. Everyone around me is fake. Wanting to do business with me because of how successful I am. Wanting to be friends me with me because of who I am. You—” he tipped my chin up to face him, “—are the only real thing I have in my life, and I will never let you go again.”