by Kitty DuCane
He'd fight his way out.
She emerged from the thorns, brushed the debris from her clothes, and waited. Hayden emerged from her left, and she instantly wanted to slap that smug look off his face. He wasn't even breathing heavy from the run. Damn him.
“See there,” he said. “I knew you could be reasonable.”
“There is nothing reasonable about me.”
“That's not true. You didn't make me drag your ass out of those thorns and mar that lovely skin.”
“Don't make me fight you, Hayden. I'll be fighting for keeps.”
“Is there another way to fight, sugar? I say, let's don't fight, and go get something to eat. I'm hungry.”
“Pick your weapon, Hayden. Knives or hand to hand?”
He lifted a brow. “Hand to hand. You're already bleeding from the thorns.”
She took her fighting stance. “Hand to hand it is.”
He started circling her. “At least tell me your name.”
He was twice as big as she was, but she didn't care. She had prepared all her life by fighting larger men. They had weak points like everybody else. “Why are you so obsessed with knowing my name?”
“I like to know the names of hot babes who are going to kick my ass.”
“First of all, I'm not a hot babe. Second of all, knowing my name isn't going to help you figure out who I am. Even if I told you my name, it would tell you nothing. I'm not in any databases. I don't have a driver's license. I don't pay taxes. I own nothing. I owe nothing. I have nothing. I am nothing.”
He frowned.
“So call me anything you want.”
They still circled one another like two animals sizing each other up, neither wanting to make the first move.
“And trying to distract me by talking won't work.” However, she was having a hard time ignoring those biceps that flexed under his short-sleeve T-shirt, which was pulled tight across his massive chest.
“Who trained you?”
She said nothing. She couldn't say anything; it still hurt too much.
* * * * *
Hayden cursed. She was in pain. Not physical pain but emotional pain, and it ran deep. And it shredded his soul.
She lunged at him in desperation and aimed for his throat. He blocked the attack and kept circling her. She landed a roundhouse kick to his chest that barely rocked him, followed by two swift kicks to his groin, which he blocked.
She stopped, hands still in a defensive position. “Aren't you going to fight back?”
“Why would I want to fight back? I don't want to hurt you. I am bigger than you are, you know. One punch from me would rattle that pretty little head of yours.”
“I've been hit before, and I survived.”
His beast roared. “Who…hit…you?”
She rolled her eyes. “It was training, you bonehead, and most of the time, the other guy looked worse than me.”
The thought of someone physically abusing her cut him like a serrated knife. He'd trained with several women, and he always held back. Females were smaller, with less muscle to absorb blows. Hayden had broken the bones of grown men as big and tall as he was, but doing that to a little slip of thing like her left a foul taste in his mouth. His wolf growled.
Women should stay at home and out of harm's way. Women were not built to fight. His beast snarled.
“If you don't fight back, you're insulting me,” she said.
“Sugar, I'm not laying a hand on you. I'm playing along until you get tired or you actually do kick my ass.”
Anger flashed in her eyes. Prickly little thing.
She attacked again, lunging to sweep his legs from under him. He jumped and landed a couple of feet back. Her frustration spiked, and she lunged again.
He leaned back to escape the attack to his face, and then he grabbed her arm and twisted it, rolling her so that her back was pinned against his chest. She kicked his shin and aimed much higher before he got her under control.
“Take it easy, sugar. I don't want to hurt you.”
She struggled like a wild animal. “Let go of me.”
“No. I win. And here's what we're going to do, sugar. You're going home with me. And you're going to tell me who you are and why you want to be a bad girl and kill Julio.”
“I'm not telling you shit.”
“Oh, I think you will. I'm well versed in the art of interrogation.”
She struggled against his hold. “Like the first time you interrogated me?”
“Not like that. I have other, more effective ways.”
“What? Like thumbscrews? Waterboarding? Starvation? No sleep? I'm trained against all those tactics.”
He frowned. Those were military tactics for the SEALs and Special Forces.
“No, sugar,” he soothed, enjoying the feel of her against him way too much. “There are much more effective tactics that are—and can be—much more enjoyable for both of us.”
Chapter Five
Victoria found herself back at his place, naked and chained to a spanking bench, her wrists and legs shackled. She lay flat on her belly with her ass higher than her head. Excitement skated across her body, and the blindfold Hayden had put over her eyes only added to the anticipation.
She wasn't afraid of Hayden. He wouldn't hurt her. How she knew that, she didn't know, but she knew it for a fact. Hell, if she thought he would hurt her, she'd have never allowed him to chain her. And if he thought she would break under a little pain, he could think again. He'd won, fair and square. Besides, a little sex was what she needed anyway.
She'd come willingly, and she'd leave willingly. With any luck, he'd give her something she hadn't had in a while—an orgasm. She couldn't deny her attraction to him. Physically, he was a superb male specimen, almost to the point of being a distraction. Mentally, he acknowledged her skills and didn't try to put her down because he was stronger.
She heard him futzing around the room. Occasionally, something feathered across her backside, sending chills racing up her spine.
She liked her sex rough, hard, fast, and wild. It had been a long time since she'd had any satisfying sex. Of course, her dad made sure he protected his “little girl” from the big bad wolves of the world. She didn't think her dad objected to her having sex, but he always wanted to run a background check on everybody. Sometimes you had to go with the spur of the moment. Like now.
In terms of sex and relationships, all the agents her dad knew or trained were off-limits, or rather, she was off-limits. The agents didn't know she was his daughter, and he made sure it stayed that way. Hell, her dad intimidated the men so much, some of them wouldn't even stay in the same room with her unless another person was present. The agents didn't want her dad mistaking a ruptured eyeball for making google eyes at her. She didn't consider herself that much of temptation, but Dad had certainly put the fear of God in them.
Which was fine. Nate had been the only one she'd actually been somewhat attracted to, but after she'd beat him at a training exercise, it just hadn't been the same. He'd totally ignored her after that. Her dad had always said that she'd have to find a man who couldn't best her. Well, that wasn't going to happen now, now was it?
Dad was gone, and she was chained to a bench meant solely for sexual pleasure. Dad would roll over in his grave if he could see her now. After he did a background check on Hayden, of course.
A warm tongue lapped at her hip and brought her back from her musings.
“Sugar, you are one beautiful sight. I might go blind.”
“Don't let me stop you—from going blind, that is.”
“You can't stop me from doing anything. You're completely at my mercy.”
“I'll have to hand it to you, Hayden; I've never been tortured with sex.”
“Oh, I can make it feel like torture for you, sugar. You just wait.”
His finger started in the middle of her back, then traveled south, past the little dip near her tailbone and down to her anus. She held her breath as his finger pushed ligh
tly before it traveled down some more, where it stopped at the opening of her pussy. She willed herself to keep still. She wasn't a novice at sexual games. To give in was to give him power, and that wasn't going to happen.
“Don't I get a safe word?” she asked.
“If we were going to get that rough.” He lightly ran his finger along her pussy lip. “I would never hurt you, only pleasure you. Just a little bite of pain, to increase your pleasure. Pick any word you want.”
After a few seconds, she said, “Chastity.”
A laugh rumbled from him, a pleasing laugh, a teasing laugh. “Sure thing, sugar.”
She had to stifle a laugh of her own. She'd given him a puzzle piece, and he didn't have a clue.
His finger eased in. “You're already wet. Don't you hate it when your body betrays you?”
She kept quiet. She would not dignify that with an answer. He was right; her body wanted this. In fact, her body hummed with anticipation.
His huge finger pushed in some more, and she resisted clenching her inner muscles, but God, it felt so good.
* * * * *
Hayden admired the sight before him. She was beautiful, a temptation unlike any other, and she didn't mind a little BDSM play. The presentation of her ass—firm, round, lush—sent his beast clawing to get out and claim her, to mark her. But Hayden didn't want that. He wanted her now, and then he'd walk away, like he always did.
But first he had to taste her, every inch of her. He placed a wet kiss on the small of her back, then blew on it and watched the chill bumps skate across her body. He nibbled her sides, and she squirmed. He nibbled her neck and then kissed a trail down her spine, enjoying the softness of her skin. He kissed her sweet ass cheek and then sucked, hard. She tasted like honey, warm and smooth.
He stood back to admire that ass of hers. Her juices glistened and dripped down her bald pussy. Her bald pussy—now that was a welcome surprise. Her legs were slender but muscular. He couldn't wait for them to contract with ecstasy.
“Have you ever been taken right here, sugar?” He stroked her anus and watched it clench. Choosing small anal beads made of flexible jelly, he applied a generous amount of lube.
He leaned over her and whispered, “Tell me how you like this.”
He pushed against her tissue until the first bead slipped in, and she gasped.
“Is it slick and cool? Does it burn?”
He smiled when she didn't reply. He pushed again until the second bead was in. “Tell me, sugar. How does it feel?”
She didn't answer, so he nipped her shoulder, and she yelped. He pulled the beads out and then pushed them back in, past the second and the third bead, each bigger than the last. With his excellent hearing, he heard the sharp intake of her breath. He smiled.
He pulled them all the way back out and applied more lube. Then he slowly pushed them back in past the fourth.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
* * * * *
Victoria fought against the sensations assaulting her. The beads burned her, set her on fire.
“Your beautiful cunt is dripping. Do you want all eight beads, sugar?”
She squirmed but didn't answer. Hell yes, she wanted them all. He slid the beads all the way out and all the way back in, slowly at first, but as he increased the speed, she found herself pushing back against the sensation.
“That's it, set the pace. Take them all.”
Even though she was shackled, she rocked back to pick up the pace, to increase the intensity, to give herself more. Her juices trickled down her cunt.
“Tell me what you need.”
She said nothing.
“Tell me.”
“Harder. Faster,” she managed to say.
Hayden leaned into her, pressing his warm chest against her back, and laughed. “Not yet, sugar.” He stilled the beads. “First tell me your name.”
She shook her head.
“No?” He waited a few minutes.
“You have to tell me your name. Then I'll finish you. Give you want you want, what you need, what you burn for.”
She took a deep breath to regain her control. She would not give in, even if it meant never having another orgasm for the rest of her life.
“I'm not telling you my name, Hayden. Ever.”
“I need to know. How am I going to scream your name when I come?”
“You can scream any name you want. I don't care.”
He pushed the rod in and out again, and she couldn't resist the sensations created by those beads. Hayden took his finger and plunged it into her pussy, and she cried out. He inserted another fat finger, stretching her. God, it felt so wicked.
“Come on. Don't make me have to punish you like this. It hurts my heart.”
She tugged against her restraints, wishing that she were stronger, in more ways than one. She relaxed and closed her eyes, only for them to fly open when a hand landed on her ass cheek, not hard but enough to burn. He licked the burn, and she wriggled under his rough, wet tongue.
“Name?”
“Betty.”
“Betty?” He frowned.
“Betty.”
His nostrils flared.
“You don't look like a Betty to me. You want to try again?”
“It's Betty. Just plain Betty. I swear.”
He spanked her again. “No, it's not.”
He moved the beads in and out, slowly. “Give it up.”
* * * * *
Victoria shook her head violently, and her whimper cut to his soul. This was no longer a game. She was hiding her identity for a reason, a strong reason. She was hell-bent on killing a cartel leader, which was stupid at best. Her resolve was strong, like she didn't have anything to lose, and people with nothing to lose were dangerous. And that bothered the shit out of him.
He knew this woman; her resolve was almost unbreakable, and he didn't feel like breaking it. Perhaps she would trust him enough to let him in to all of her—her mind, her body, and her soul.
He increased the speed of the beads and marveled as her muscles strained against the restraints. But he couldn't stand it anymore. His balls were protesting; his beast was protesting. His cock was throbbing. The need to be buried inside her was strong. He couldn't deny her, and he couldn't deny himself.
He withdrew the beads, rolled on a condom, and lubed himself up. He was well endowed, and most women had told him he was easier to take if he slicked up. He stroked his cock slowly as he admired her, secured for his pleasure, and a shiver slid through him. His body was on fire for her, his balls already snug against his body.
He bent and kissed both of her ass cheeks, then kissed his way up her spine, taking a detour to kiss both hip bones. When he kissed her neck, he pressed his thick erection on her back.
“See what you do to me, sugar? I've never been this hard. I've never ached this much. I won't last long, sugar, but I'll make it up to you.”
He stood and eased into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around him, and he groaned. He eased some more into her slick, tight folds. He slowly buried himself to his balls and waited while her tender flesh adjusted. He leaned over and tasted the sweet flesh of her neck. Pulling almost all the way out, he applied more gel. Then he grabbed her hips and started a long, slow slide in her channel.
With each push, his cock enlarged. His beast clawed, fought to pin her and mark her.
* * * * *
Victoria was on fire. Her channel burned with each glide of his thick flesh against her sensitive skin. She lifted her hips to increase the angle.
“Hayden. Faster.”
His hands bit into her hips as he increased his speed, slamming into her. She wanted it faster, harder. Heat engulfed her, raced along her skin. Lightning whipped inside her, searing the fine nerve endings. Her core burned as her orgasm rolled through her. Raw. Forceful.
He shuddered and bucked his release, and she thought she heard a wild animal growl. He leaned over and rested on her back. She felt his cock jerk with little a
ftershocks. She felt his heart pounding on her back.
When their breathing had somewhat returned to normal, he removed her blindfold, released her shackles, slid her over to the bed, and placed the bench on the floor. Dropping the condom in the can beside the bed, he gathered her close, rolling her so that her head rested on his shoulder.
“Sleep, sugar. We're not done yet.”
* * * * *
When she woke the next morning, she was snug against his warm body, right where she wanted to stay forever, but she couldn't. She had two people to kill. Victoria opened her eyes to mere slits and found him watching her.
“What now, Hayden?”
“I thought we'd spend the day in bed.”
She could stay in bed with him. He was intense and forceful. He'd fucked her like she'd always dreamed of, maybe better. He knew how to make her body sizzle.
“Don't you have some drug dealers to catch?”
“Yep, afraid so.”
She moved to roll away from him, but he held her tight against him.
“You need to trust me. I want to bring down the cartel as bad as you do, but we have to do it legally. Otherwise, sugar, you'll damn your soul.”
“I'm already damned. Now let me up.”
“Listen, Red, you can do one of two things. You can promise me that you'll meet me back here tonight, or I can tie you to the bed and keep you here. The choice is yours.”
“Of course I'm going to say that I'll be back here tonight. And don't call me Red.”
* * * * *
She looked pained at the word 'red', but he let it go.
He took her head and angled it so he could see her face. “Your word, sugar. I need your word.”
“You have my word.”
He smelled her lie again, but if he tied her to the bed, she'd be pissed, and he'd never gain her trust. If she didn't return, he'd find her—again. His body demanded hers. His mind wanted more. And trust was the mile-wide chasm that separated them.
He watched her dress, his heart heavy because he knew he'd have to find her later. Damn her. His beast raged at him for letting her go.
Chapter Six