Taming His Bride

by MINK

  I look over my shoulder at him. “You better not.” I glare at him.

  He lifts his eyebrows. “Are you going to change?”

  “No,” I snap. My breath picks up, and I’m thankful that my chest is on the mattress. My nipples are so hard he’d be able to see them. My clit throbs. I lick my lips, waiting for his hand to come down on my ass.

  Oh God. I bite the inside of my cheek. The throb worsens along with my breathing. My body is screaming for him to do it. To give me some sort of release. What is wrong with me? What the hell is happening?

  “Just do it already!”

  He drops his arm slowly. His hand comes to my ass. I look away, not wanting him to see my face and how turned on I am right now. I wait with bated breath for his palm to come down hard on my ass, but the bite of pain never comes. Disappointment fills me as his fingers only trace down the curve of my ass. The urge to scream almost overwhelms me, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.

  Then I feel him come down over me. His body presses me more into the mattress. “You don’t tell me what to do. Got it, Red?” His lips are against my ear, his erection pressed to my ass.

  I nod my understanding, his body so hot and hard on mine. Oh my God, I’ve fallen into a porny dream, and I am here for it.

  “Good girl.” Those are his last words before he’s gone, taking his heat with him. Then his hand comes hard down on my ass, causing me to let out a yelp. “You can’t use the gym in those clothes,” he says before turning to walk toward the door. I take my shoe off and throw it across the room. He turns just in time to catch it before it can hit him. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

  Then he’s gone. I have to force myself not to chase him. Instead, I walk over to the door and slam it closed. I lean up against it and wonder what the hell just happened here. And why am I trying to think of other things to do to make it happen again?

  6

  Tiernan

  She’s getting to me. I should be running from her, but I’m not. I was on top of her.

  “Jesus, Lucky.” I find myself saying my old name in frustration as I stomp through the snowy outskirts of the lodge. I left that name behind, dead and buried in Jersey. Now I’m Tiernan, my mother’s Irish maiden name. No longer Maximillian Luciano at all. Not that I ever went by Maximillian. All my life, I’ve been Lucky. Until I wasn’t.

  I pull my rifle to my shoulder and peer through the sights, doing a slow sweep of the adjacent ridge. If those Hollywood perverts send someone after my Daphne, they’ll pay the price. I’m practically itching for a killing. Maybe it’d take the edge of this growing need I have to feel Daphne’s submission, to see her ass red beneath my palm and her pussy wet from her arousal.

  My breath puffs out white around me as I clear the ridge, then sight down to the town of Frozen Falls. It’s quiet today, just a few cars. But the sheriff is still parked outside the estate-turned-hotel where some shit went down the week before. I smirk as I remember the fun I had there, the mercs I sent to their maker. Good times. Anyone who tries to hurt Daphne—or any of the women at the lodge—will meet the same fate.

  I sling my rifle back over my shoulder and keep walking, my thoughts constantly drawn back to the meddling redhead. She was snooping through my things, trying to figure out how she knows me, I’m certain. But Lucky’s dead. I’m Tiernan, and reviving that dead part of me will lead to more trouble than I can even fathom. Old debts. Old vendettas.

  Once I’m satisfied the area is clear, I head back inside, stomp the snow off my boots, and sling them and my coat into a closet. Something sweet floats on the air, another cake from Aurora, I’m guessing. But that’s not the sweetness I’m interested in. Where’s Daphne?

  I hear a mattress squeaking as I plod past Bells and Barrow’s room, so I keep going and peek in the kitchen. Aurora and Diego are flirting over some batter. Daphne must be in my room. A vision of her naked and spread wide on my bed makes my cock jump. Not likely, but damn, the thought makes me speed my steps toward my room.

  As I pass the living room I stop.

  I. Fucking. Stop.

  “What are you doing?” I jump for Daphne.

  “Hey!” She squeals, then falls over as I scoop her up. “What the hell are you—”

  “You’re wearing what I told you not to wear.” I grit my teeth, my pulse pounding. “And you’re here in the living room spreading your legs like that?” I can’t think; my logic is long gone. It flew away the moment I saw the outline of her pussy in her tight shorts. Standing on her fucking head, her legs in a V. I could see it all, every line of her cunt ripe for my tongue.

  “You told me I couldn’t use the gym in these clothes. You didn’t say anything about not doing yoga in the living room,” she simpers. Breathless. Dewy with sweat. Her skin pink from exertion.

  “You know what I meant, Red,” I say through gritted teeth as I kick open my door and carry her to my bed. “Anyone could’ve seen what I just saw. Any of the men here could’ve seen—”

  “Me doing yoga?” She blinks innocently as I drop her on the bed.

  With a growl, I take her arm and whip around so she’s face down. “You did this on purpose, Daphne. Because you’re a brat.”

  “I’m not a brat,” she protests, her words muffled by my black duvet.

  With a hard yank, I pull her shorts down and off, her round ass on perfect display.

  “Hey!” She starts to turn over, but I splay my hand across her upper back and push her down.

  “You asked for this, little brat. Begged for it with that little display in the living room. Don’t act surprised when I give you exactly what you asked for.” I rear back and smack her ass.

  Her squeal of surprise is exquisite.

  I slap her skin again, my palm zinging as I let her know just how I feel about her putting her cunt on display for other men. Again and again I spank her ass until it’s red and warm under my touch. Each slap has her spreading her legs wider, her moans growing louder, her body becoming so malleable beneath my hands.

  My cock aches at the sight of her, at her red hair wrapped in my fist, at the way she arches on each impact. I had no idea how erotic this could be.

  “Such a perfect little brat.” I slap her a few more times, then drop to my knees and kiss her ass. Running my lips across the redness and massaging her with my hands, taking the sting away as I give in to my need to taste her. All of her.

  Spreading her legs wider, I see her glistening cunt, the pinkness of it, how swollen it is. Because she wants this. Me. So I give her my tongue. Slowly at first, lapping at her wetness as she moans.

  “Does it hurt here, little brat?” I lick her cunt.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Do you need a daddy to kiss it better?” The words roll off my tongue before I can really think about them. Another thing I had no idea before her that would get me this fucking hard.

  Her breath hitches. “Tiernan.”

  I lick her long and slow. “You taste so good.” I grip her hips. “Spread for Daddy.”

  She moves her legs farther apart, and I dive in, licking and sucking her tender flesh, grazing her clit with my tongue and then impaling her.

  She quivers, her red ass shaking as I dive deeper and deeper. When I slide two fingers into her slick cunt, she moans long and low.

  “You like to be finger-fucked, little brat?” I pulse in and out of her.

  “Yes,” comes out in a whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Fuck, why is that so sexy? I can’t help it. I love it when she calls me that.

  I tongue her again, sucking her delicious juices into my mouth and using my thumb to rub her tight asshole.

  Her thighs shake, her body coiling tighter, and when I go lower and suck her clit into my mouth, she comes, her body unwinding in long waves of moans and releasing any tension. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as I keep licking her, tasting every drop of her pleasure as she shatters. I could do this all fucking day.

  “Tiernan.” Her voice shakes
as she tries to scoot away from me.

  I grip her hips and give each of her ass cheeks an open-mouth kiss and a bite.

  She shudders, and I stand, my cock so hard it might break.

  “Let that be a lesson about keeping that pretty cunt to yourself.” My voice trembles with need, with the desire to shove my cock deep into her pink slit, but I force myself to back away. I’ve already gone too far, done too much.

  But as I look down at her, spent and panting on my bed, I can’t help but admire my handiwork on her beautiful body. The red ass, wet cunt, and sated exhaustion of my perfect little brat.

  7

  Daphne

  “You okay?” Bells bumps my shoulder with hers. Her giant cat Leonard lies at her feet, snoozing. When I say giant cat, I don’t mean it in the sense that he’s cute and fluffy either. He’s truly giant. I guess I would be knocked out too, if I put away as many steaks as that cat did.

  After we ate dinner, the others went back to their bedrooms. I swear it’s like honeymoon season around here. It’s utterly adorable how all the men hover over their women. It’s not only the protectiveness that they show, but the fact that it seems as though they can’t stop touching them. You'd swear the girls have all the lost secrets in the world, and the men are waiting to hear what might come from their mouths next.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” That’s a lie. I’m far from okay. I’m not sure what I am at the moment, to be honest. Tiernan didn’t even look my way during dinner. Which I don’t understand, because he’s the one who made me get up to go have dinner in the first place.

  He kept harping on the fact that I hadn’t eaten all day. I, of course, told him he was wrong, because I snagged an apple when I got my water to do my yoga. But he still insisted we go and eat with everyone. I have no clue how I crashed after our little episode in his bedroom. That’s what I’m calling it, because I don’t know what else to call it.

  Even though I was in a daze, I got dressed in the clothes he tossed onto the bed for me. I wasn't moving at a speed he was okay with, apparently, because he grabbed my sweater and put it on me before he pulled me from the room.

  We walked hand in hand until we approached the dining room. He let my hand go when we entered. I’m still wondering about that. Did he not want anyone to know he’s attracted to me? Or maybe he’s afraid I'll tell them he likes to spank girls and have them call him Daddy? I would never tell a soul. I still have no idea where that even came from. But I know that my whole body responded to his words and loved the power he somehow has over me.

  Everyone looked our way when we entered the room. Tiernan simply guided me over to my chair without saying a word before pulling it out for me and giving me a look that said I should sit. I wanted to be immature and stick my tongue out at him as I did it, but I controlled myself. The conversation at the table flowed, as it usually did. Tiernan made sure that he loaded my plate full of food, then he started acting as if I wasn’t there.

  There were a few times he draped his hand across the back of my chair, but that was it. His fingers would play with the end of my ponytail, giving it a pull. I glared at him, but his eyes never met mine. It pissed me off. I sat there and watched all the other men be so sweet with their women, and all Tiernan did was pull my hair and order me around.

  “You sure you’re fine?” I realize Bells has been staring at me while I’ve been going over dinner silently. She shakes her head. “I don’t think you asked one question during dinner. What’s going on?”

  I don’t like being on this side of the questions. It’s much easier when I’m the one that’s trying to get info out of someone else.

  “Tiernan.” I huff out his name. After dinner, Tiernan volunteered to do the next patrol around the lodge. Barrow went with him.

  “He’s different when you’re around. Not that I know Tiernan very well. When I got here he was the jokester and seemed to be the most laid back. Well, until you showed up.”

  “Tiernan?” Are we even talking about the same person?

  “Yep.”

  That’s not helpful in any way. “I’m going to crash,” I say, standing up.

  “I’m here if you need to talk.” Bells gives me a warm smile.

  “Thanks.” I pet Leonard on the head before I head to Tiernan’s room. Why is he ignoring me now? He had his face buried between my thighs earlier. He went from not being able to keep his hands off me to ignoring me. He hasn't even kissed my mouth, but he’s kissed my ass. I snort a laugh at that thought.

  Well, two can play at that game. I can ignore him, too. I go to my makeup bag and search down to the bottom for my burner phone. I pull it out before slipping away from Tiernan’s room and going back to mine. I lie down on the bed and call my dad. I’d sent him a message right before I posted everything online so that he and my mom were aware of what was going on.

  He answers with a sigh. “You’ve made quite a mess.”

  “Hi, Dad.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m safe.” He lets out another long sigh.

  “Stay put then. I’m going to see what I can clean up.”

  I swallow. “What does that mean?”

  “It means finishing what you started.”

  I sit up. That’s not what I thought he was going to say. To be honest, I wasn't all too sure how he was going to react.

  “How?”

  “The evidence is there. I’ll make sure the FBI does their job and gets everything they need.” I’m not at all surprised that my father has connections with the FBI or any other government agency. Honestly, I’d be more shocked if he didn’t.

  “I’m sorry if I’ve made a mess for you.”

  “All I care about is that you’re safe. We’re running out of time. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” My dad cuts the call. He really must be scared for me. I think he’s only told me that he loves me a handful of times in my life. Yet tonight he’s said it multiple times in a matter of minutes.

  The phone is plucked out of my hand seconds later. Tiernan snaps it in half before dropping it on the floor and stomping on it. I stare up at a very pissed-off-looking Tiernan. The nerve of this guy. He just broke my only connection to my dad, and he’s the one that’s mad?

  “Who were you talking to, Daphne?”

  I tap my finger against my lips like I’m thinking. I must be out of my ever-loving mind to poke at him, but that doesn’t stop me. He’s got his hands fisted at his sides. He towers over me, but I’m not the least bit intimidated by him. To be honest, I’m more turned on than anything.

  “How come you won't tell me anything about you, but you want to know things about me?”

  “Who were you talking to?” he asks again. “I won’t ask a third time.” I jump to my feet. Not that it really helps, because he’s still a giant towering over me.

  “Why don’t you go back to ignoring me, jerkface?” Damn it. Why can’t I think of anything better to call him than jerkface?

  “Ignore you?” He repeats my words as if he doesn't understand me. “You think I was ignoring you?” A burst of laughter comes from him.

  I try and creep around him, but in a flash he has me pinned to the wall. My breathing picks up as my nipples tighten. It doesn’t matter what mood I’m in; the second his hands touch me, I am done for. I can’t resist him.

  “There’s not a damn thing about you that I’ve ever ignored.” The laughter is gone and is replaced with what seems to be anger. Telling me he wants me, but he hates the fact that he does. Is that what this is? The reason he had dropped my hand earlier? I try to push at his chest, but he grabs my hands and pins them over my head. I stare up at him.

  “The phone, Daphne. Who is it that got you to sneak back to your old room to tell them you love them?”

  “Oh.” I realize why he’s so mad. He’s jealous. I wet my bottom lip, enjoying that more than I should. His eyes drop to my mouth.

  “Doesn't matter. You’re mine now,” he says as his mouth crashes down on
to mine.

  I try not to think too much about his words. I’ve never really been anyone's anything, truly. I want to be loved, owned by him. Even though I shouldn’t. Something tells me that this all-consuming need has heartbreak written all over it.

  8

  Tiernan

  Her mouth is more addictive than any of the drugs I used to traffick. One taste and I’m fucking lost. Does she have any idea what a temptress she is? She has to know. This tight little body and the red hair that every man dreams about—Daphne was made to be mastered by a man like me. Scratch that. Just me. Only me.

  I need to know who she talked to, who I have to hunt down and gut. But right now, all I need is to feel her, all of her. Lifting her, I turn and toss her on her bed, then cover her with my body before she can protest.

  She’s so warm beneath me, her body welcoming me as I take her mouth again, my tongue sliding past her lips. Her moan vibrates on my lips, and I press my hard cock against her.

  Digging her nails into my shoulders, she wraps her legs around me and kisses me back with a fierceness that makes my heart hum. I need to be balls deep in her, marking her with my seed. I try to engage my reason, my self-preservation. She’s dangerous to me, her words, her ability to make me known to the world.

  But when I kiss her, I forget it all. She’s the only thing I touch, taste, feel.

  Reaching behind her, I wrap her ponytail around my fist and pull. Running my teeth along her throat, I groan at her softness, at how she reacts to me. She’s a brat who needs to be mastered. I’m the only one who can do it and can give her release.

  I sit back, ready to strip her, but a low whistle makes it to my ears. I freeze.