by E. C. Land
“You don’t give a damn about me, K-9,” Anabelle says, pressing her hand against my chest to push against me.
I grab her wrists in one hand and raise them above her head. My anger mixes with my need to fuck her into submission. To show her I won’t have her talking to me like this. Saying I don’t want her in my life. That I hate her. Especially when it’s the complete opposite.
Anabelle’s eyes lock on mine right before I slam my mouth on hers. I’ll show her. I’ll make her see she’s not hated.
Chapter Ten
Anabelle
My mind screams at me to fight. To get K-9 to back off, but oh boy, does my body and heart—cause a reaction like no other. I push my screaming thoughts away as my senses seem to go haywire.
“You don’t give a damn about me, K-9.” The way K-9’s temper flares sends flames of need to places only he has touched in years.
I didn’t see it coming. I figured he would throw harsh words at me. Make me feel horrible. I didn’t expect him to grab my wrists and hold them over my head. Nor did I think he would slam his mouth down on mine. K-9’s lips coax mine open, his tongue darts through—deepening the kiss. The way he’s kissing me is consuming my thoughts and already pulsating the heat from my center.
The way he’s kissing me—instantly causes a melting sensation at his touch. I find myself moaning into his mouth, begging him for more.
K-9 doesn’t let me down. In fact, he works the hand not holding my wrists above my head into my sleep shorts. His talented fingers immediately find their target, and he plunges them into my depths with two fingers hitting my core.
I moan into his mouth, and he breaks his lips from mine, leaving me panting for more. K-9 releases my wrists only to grab one again and bring it to cup his rigid shaft that’s straining against his jeans. “Does this feel like I fuckin’ hate you, Anabelle? I don’t fuckin’ hate you. I hate myself for wanting you when I shouldn’t.”
Um.
Wow.
He didn’t just say that.
K-9 doesn’t give me a chance to speak, because his mouth comes down to mine once again as he pulls his fingers from my depths. Releasing my wrist, he shoves my shorts to the floor and lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses me deeper into the wall. I lose myself in the kiss—in him consuming me.
A moment later, I find myself filled with his massive cock when he impales me onto him.
Screams of a pleasurable pain like no other are absorbed into his mouth. K-9 thrusts into me like a man on a mission. Thrust after thrust, it’s ruthless with rapid strokes.
K-9 finally releases my mouth only to meet my eyes. “You do this to me, Anabelle. No one can do this to me, but you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.
Words escape me. Even though I can’t speak as it is. I’m consumed by the pleasure of him pounding into me.
K-9 tightens his grasp on my hips and stops his thrusting making me whimper in protest. With quick steps, he turns and takes us the short distance to his couch, where I cling to him as he lays me against the cushions.
“Fuckin’ love the way you feel around my cock, Belly,” he rasps, starting to move again. “You feel the way your pussy all but sucks my cock in?”
“K-9,” I whimper.
“Don’t you know I’m not K-9 to you? I never have been.” Oh God, the baritone in his voice turns into a growl. But his words also confuse the hell out of me. He’s told me that I’m not to call him anything, but K-9.
Biting my bottom lip, I arch my back taking him even deeper into my pussy.
“Who am I, Anabelle?” he demands, slowing his pace.
I close my eyes and shake my head. I can’t answer him. He’s confusing me so much right now, but he’s making me feel wonderful all the same.
“Anabelle, look at me,” K-9 growls, and I comply—meeting his gaze. “Now answer me, who am I to you?”
“Dylan,” I whisper, overwhelming emotions filtering through my heart.
“Fuckin’ right, Belly.” K-9 picks up speed, pummeling into my entrance, taking me to depths I never thought I could feel, but with him I can’t stop the orgasm that rushes through me. I scream out his name and he growls in approval, burying his face into my neck while he joins me with his own release.
K-9 doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before he’s moving again. Seated to the hilt inside my pussy, he sits up and positions me on his lap with me straddling his waist.
“Now we’re gonna talk, Belly,” he announces.
Um, what.
How could he want to talk now? I mean, seriously, K-9 is boggling my mind.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I grumble.
“Baby, there’s plenty to talk about, and we’re getting shit straight, right fuckin’ now,” K-9 declares, a look of determination on his face. His hands slide around me, caging me to him, keeping me from moving even if I wanted to.
Wait.
Did he just call me baby?
“What do you want to discuss?” I huff, wishing I weren’t sitting on his cock. It’s screwing with my mind. I’m lucky enough to still have my top on at least.
K-9 gives me a knowing grin and readjusts himself on the couch, making his cock twitch to life inside me. I bite my lip to keep a moan from slipping past my lips.
“For starters, you not taking my fuckin’ calls and ignoring my text messages.”
“I didn’t see the point in talking to you.” I shrug.
“Not the right answer, Belly,” he says with a warning tone. “Don’t lie to me. You won’t like the consequences.”
“What are you going to do? Be a jerk to me. It’s not something I’m not used to,” I laugh bitterly. “In fact, how about you answer me this, what is this between us, a pity fuck? I don’t need or want your pity, K-9. I’m perfectly fine without it and can easily find someone who won’t treat me like I’m nothing.” I barely get the last of my statement out before I find myself on my back on the couch and K-9 hovering over me with a glare.
“You ain’t fuckin’ anyone else but me. You’re mine, Belly. Fuckin’ mine,” he snarls, getting directly in my face.
“I’m not yours,” I whisper, lying to myself. I’ve always been K-9’s from the first time I met him. And that feeling makes me feel even more guilty than I already do.
“Bullshit, Anabelle. You’re mine, and you know it. We both know it. I’m done with this bullshit we’ve been doing for the past three-plus years. Whether you like it or not, you’re my family. I won’t let anything happen to you. I sure as hell ain’t letting you near a man like Trevor. Why the fuck do you think I’m a dick about some of the shit you do? I don’t want anything to happen to you or Derick.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to dictate my life and tell me what I can and can’t do.”
“Baby, I’m the only man who has had his cock inside you in years,” he mutters, thrusting into me slightly just to prove his point.
“Get off me,” I say, placing my hands on his chest to push him back.
“No, you’re gonna finally listen to me, and when you tell me you get what I’m telling you, I’m fuckin’ you again. I then will be taking you to the bedroom where I’m doing it again only slower.”
My hands pause on his chest as his words sink in. I can’t speak. If I could, I wouldn’t even know what to say to his words.
“Now I’m trying to tell you, baby, that you and me, we’re doing this. Together. No more you fuckin’ taking everything on yourself. You always try to take everything on your shoulders, but you’re not in this shit by yourself. My brother wouldn’t want you to do that. I know you two were ending things—going back to being friends when he was killed, but he still loved you. He loved you as much as I do.”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I can’t stop them from spilling out of the corners.
K-9’s words hurt, but yet fill me with warmth at the same time.
“Do you understand where I’m coming from now?” he asks
.
Do I?
Not really. I’m finding everything he says right now confounding, because of the way he’s acted over the years. I’ve endured his hatred from the time he found out I was pregnant and didn’t tell him. I let him walk all over me. I’d made myself be weak when it came to K-9.
Damnit, my mind is spinning with everything going on in my head, because of this man. But I have to admit to myself, I love this man, and I want to be with him, even if I’m still unsure if he truly means it.
Finally, I nod my answer.
K-9 accepts my nod and leans forward to press his mouth to my own. I open to him, and he starts to slowly move his hips.
My mind screams at me that I should stop this, but the rest of me wins out, saying to give this a chance. Give what K-9 and I have a chance to grow.
I just hope in giving in that I’m doing the right thing.
Chapter Eleven
K-9
“Incoming,” Red yells from my right. Venom is on my left, and we’re crouched behind a boulder—watching the vehicles coming in our direction.
“Wait for the signal and take them out,” the commander of our unit says, giving us our orders. We were tasked with a mission, and we couldn’t fail. Too much is depending on us not screwing up.
The convoy of vehicles comes closer, and before we get the signal, there’s an explosion. Fuck they’d hit a landmine. That wasn’t supposed to happen. They have two of our men in those vehicles, and we need to rescue them.
We rush through the smoke and debris, getting to the convoy.
Gunfire comes out of nowhere, and I realize it’s a trap. “Fire back,” the commander yells over the sounds, and everything seems to go in slow motion. My brothers in arms are being taken out. The heat of the flames from the explosion caresses my skin.
“Dylan.” The voice comes through, penetrating through the dream. Blinking, I find myself leaning over Anabelle with my hand wrapped around her neck.
Fuck.
Releasing her, I jump out of bed. I could have seriously hurt her.
“Dylan,” Anabelle calls out to me once more.
I turn to her and see the worry in her gaze. Last night or I should say early this morning, I’d spent hours ravishing her body. Showing her with my own how much she means to me.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask gravelly, my eyes going to her neck.
“No, but what happened? Are you okay?” Anabelle climbs out of bed to come and stand in front of me, but I step back before she can get too close.
“I’m fine,” I grunt, not wanting to talk about this with her. She doesn’t need the burden of my night terrors.
“No, you’re not. I can see it in your eyes,” she says, taking a step forward, closing the distance between the two of us.
Damnit, why the hell does she have to keep at it? Why can’t she just let it go? Let me deal with what’s fuckin’ with my head. Normally I talk to my brothers about what’s going on in my fucked up head after my dreams. I then usually grab one of the fuckin’ club whores and work out the rest of my tension on them.
I don’t know if I can deal with talking to Anabelle about this shit. I remember my dream—I didn’t even get to the worst of it before Anabelle woke me up to her calling my name.
Far worse than anything, my hand was at her throat, choking her.
Shit.
“Dylan, last night you told me I was yours and then spent hours upon hours making me believe it. Don’t pull back now. Don’t shut me out,” Anabelle whispers boldly as she wraps her arms around my waist.
Letting out a heavy breath, I finally hold her to me. “You know I was in the military. While I was deployed, I saw shit and sometimes have night terrors, because of it. I usually talk to my brothers about it when they hit and deal with them in my own way. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” Anabelle mutters.
“Yeah, I did. Can’t lie to me about it.”
“How do you deal with it in your own way?” she asks quietly.
“I would fuck the club whores until I couldn’t go anymore.” I give her the answer and feel like shit for the way she flinches away. “I won’t be touching them anymore, Belly.” I try to reassure Anabelle.
“If—if you need to work it out of your system, you do what you need to do.” Her words strike a part of me that kills me. “But I hope you will use my body instead of one of the women at the club.”
Fuckin’ hell.
“Belly—”
“No, please let me do this for you.” her voice trembles. “I don’t want you to think I can’t take what you need.”
Motherfucker. I’ve seriously fucked up. Not only have I made Anabelle feel like complete shit over the years. I had allowed her to see me fuckin’ club whores and strange pieces of pussy in that time. I didn’t hide it from her. I had flaunted it—let my anger out on her in the worst way possible.
Nodding, I let out a deep breath and pull her tight against my front. I reach up and grip her chin between two fingers and force her to meet my gaze. “With you, Belly, I don’t need them. I know this because I know you can give me what I need. You did it last night, but forewarning baby, that wasn’t all you’ll be getting from me. Some days I’ll give you sweet. Others could be hard, then a few of them could end up being a mixture of both. But know this you are everything to me, and I won’t do something you don’t like.”
“But—” Anabelle whispers, but I shake my head, stopping her from arguing.
“No buts, Anabelle. I made the decision yesterday, and you accepted it last night as I took your body. You’re mine, and I won’t treat you as anything but. I won’t cheat on you. Not when I have finally made you mine.”
“You confuse me.” I grin at her admitting to what she’s feeling. “I don’t know why you want me when I’ve been the person you hate for years now. The only reason you put up with me is because of my son.”
“Don’t hate you, baby, but I won’t say I didn’t take my anger out on you. You got the brunt of it, because I was pissed at the world. My little brother’s gone. I’d been hurt by the fact that you hid a piece of him away from me. I didn’t give you a chance to explain, and I didn’t listen when you tried.”
Leaning my forehead against hers, I press my lips against hers, kissing her softly. “How about I show you with my actions rather than words?”
“O–okay,” she mutters breathlessly.
Grinning, I release her chin and slide my hands down to her bare ass. I cup both of her cheeks in my hands and lift her up into my arms. With quick steps, I make it over to the bed and lay her out in front of me. We went to bed naked last night, and as the sun starts to come up, I’m mystified by Anabelle’s beautiful complexion. Due to her heritage, she always seems to have a tan.
Kissing my way down her body, I center myself between her thighs and give her entrance a swipe of my tongue.
“Dylan,” she whimpers.
Yeah, she’s already wet for me. I could easily slide inside her with my cock, but want to devour her pussy first.
Once I’m done, then I’ll fuck her the way I want this morning—slow and sweet. I need to show her with my touch. I mean what I say when it comes to her. I’ll do that and more, because Anabelle does mean everything to me, and she deserves to know just how much.
My phone rings on the nightstand, and I groan, having forgotten I put it there. After fuckin’ Anabelle through two more orgasms, I found my release. We laid in bed, and I found sleep once again. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s nearly noon.
Fuck.
Reaching out to snag my phone, I see it’s my dad calling. I look to where Anabelle’s against my chest, still sleeping peacefully. I need to tell them about her and me being together. I answer the phone and bring it to my ear. “Yeah.”
“Son, you know where Anabelle is? She’s not answering her phone,” my dad says, sounding worried.
“Everything okay with Derick?” I ask.
“Of cour
se it is. We were going to take Derick to the zoo, but wanted to make sure Anabelle didn’t have any plans for the day.” Grinning, I look down at Anabelle to find her watching me sleepily.
“I don’t think she’ll have a problem with Derick going to the Zoo with you guys.” Anabelle shakes her head, letting me know she definitely didn’t have a problem with him going to the Zoo.
“I know that, son, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to ask her myself. She’s not answering her phone, and I don’t like the fact she’s home alone in that house. I hate where she’s living, and it worries your mom and me.” I grin at Anabelle, and I know she can hear my dad talking.
“You don’t have to worry about Anabelle and Derick living in that house, Dad. I’ve already spoken to Anabelle about it. Actually, you should know, both Anabelle and Derick will be living with me from now on.” I can barely keep myself from chuckling at the way Anabelle’s eyes widen.
“About damn time,” my dad says after a pause. “We’ll see you both at dinner tonight then. I know with Annabelle’s new schedule, family dinners will vary on when she isn’t working.”
“Dad,” I warn.
“Don’t even try it. You know your mother, and you know she will insist on family dinners that will now include Anabelle more than the occasional one. She likes her weekly dinners. It gives her a chance to spend time with you all.”
“Fine,” I sigh, giving into this. I love my mother and will do anything for her. Plus, I don’t want the headache of pissing her off. The last time I did, she’d made sure she got her retribution by not making any of my favorites for a month.
After finishing the conversation with my dad, I hang up and look at my woman.
Fuck, it feels good to call her that.
Mine.
All fuckin’ mine.
Chapter Twelve
Anabelle
Inwardly groaning, I get out of my car. After spending nearly the whole day in bed with K-9, my entire body is sore. Not just between my legs. The man had worn me out in the most delicious way possible, so I’m not complaining.
