by Erin Trejo
“I only did that to piss you off,” she says her voice lowering.
“Don’t matter. Like I said, we’re good.” I set my bottle on the dresser and pull my cut off. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head tossing it to the floor before moving to my boots and jeans next. Krista doesn’t move or say anything as I sit on the edge of the bed. But as soon as I’m about to lay back she does.
“This is bullshit! I’m out of here. I don’t need this shit!” Her anger could be felt but so can mine. She heads toward the door but doesn’t make it there before I have her around the waist. Carrying her kicking and screaming back to the bed, I toss her on it and move to climb on over her. Straddling her body, I grab her wrists pinning them above her head with one of my hands as I reach for the bedside table drawer with the other. Pulling the handcuffs out, I smirk down at her. Krista turns her head to see what I have when it quickly snaps back.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses.
“I wouldn’t?” I ask raising an eyebrow. That sets off the fight in her. She tries, God does she try. My poor cock is so fucking hard right now that I can barely focus. Blue balls are going to be a fucking bitch after tonight with this girl. Clamping the cuff around one wrist, I secure the other to the headboard before climbing off her. She’s panting and pulling at the cuff, but she isn’t going anywhere.
“I’m not your fucking prisoner asshole!”
“You’re whatever I want you to be,” I mumble before rolling onto my side facing away from her. I can’t keep looking at her lying there in cuffs and not fuck her. I sigh and burrow into my pillow when she kicks me in the back. More than once.
“I have rope if I need it,” I warn her. Her feet move away quickly and I smirk. She’ll learn.
Eighteen
Krista
Oh, he’s good. Damn good. He’s had me cuffed to this bed while he sleeps, while he eats, while he walks around the room fucking naked. Yeah, his cock is just there for me to see but not touch. Bastard. I’ve tried to play the sweet card. I’ve gone the sexy route. Nothing works. He just ignores me and continues on with his day.
“Wolf said you might want to talk to your friend,” the girl that just walked in the room says holding a phone in her hand. Hell, I could call for help! This is the best thing to happen to me in days.
“I would. Thank you,” I say quickly as I shift and sit up. With one arm connected to the damn headboard it’s hard to move around. I hold out my free hand for the phone, but the girl just smiles.
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Come on! He has me cuffed to the bed,” I whine.
“Yeah well. You should be thankful for that.”
“Why? I’m being held against my will.”
“Wolf isn’t the type to just hold onto a girl. Lauren the uptight pencil pusher is the very first that he’s kept around. Aside from you.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask not getting her point.
“What I mean is, if Wolf has kept you around, there’s a reason. He doesn’t typically get into relationships,” she says looking a little lost. Oh my God. This girl has a crush on him. And here I am cuffed to his bed. Isn’t this ironic.
“I’m sorry.” She looks up at me and smiles.
“Once a club whore always a club whore. Anyway, he said I could call her and only her for you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sugar.”
“Thanks, Sugar.” She nods and presses the dial button, putting the phone on speaker.
“Hello?”
“Ester! Oh my god I miss you,” I whine.
“Where the hell are you? I thought you were fucking dead, Krista! I’ve been panicking but I knew I couldn’t go to the cops.”
“I’m fine. Things…well, they happened. I’m staying with Wolf for a while,” I tell her. She laughs into the phone getting an eye roll from me. She would laugh at that.
“So the Wolfman hasn’t let you out of sight huh, little red riding hood.” Sugar snorts a laugh and I smile too.
“Something like that. I just wanted to let you know that I’m fine.”
“Good. Call when you can.” The line goes dead and so does a piece of my heart. I feel like I’m letting her deal with life on her own when she’s here because of me.
“Thank you for that,” I say nodding toward the phone.
“Wasn’t me. It was all Wolf.” She turns and leaves the room leaving me in silence yet again. It isn’t long before I hear people yelling. I close my eyes and try to drown them all out but when the door flies open, I jolt.
“What the hell?” I snap looking up into the face of a very angry Wolf. He slams the door closed, pacing the floor in front of the bed. I watch him, the way his muscles coil. The way his jaw tics.
“Everything is fuckin’ up,” he grumbles under his breath.
“What?”
“Shut up, Krista.”
“No. What the hell is happening? I’m chained to a bed!”
“I need to think. Just shut the fuck up, Krista!” he snaps once more. Like hell I will.
“Let me off this goddamn bed! I’m sick of being here with you!” I yell louder. Wolf turns to me, his eyes so dark that I can’t tell their color anymore. He moves quickly, pulling a set of keys from his pocket before unlocking the cuff on my wrist. In seconds, I’m off the bed and heading toward the door when it hits me.
“Why did you do that?”
“I have way too much shit goin’ on in my head to listen to you too, Krista. Get the fuck outta here,” he hisses without ever looking over at me. I reach for the doorknob but for some stupid reason, look back over my shoulder. Tension has his muscles bulging, flexing. But when he tips his head back, like he’s trying to control himself, I stop. I turn and walk toward him slowly, wrapping my hands around his waist and hugging him from behind.
“What the fuck are you doin’?”
“Hugging you.”
“I said get the fuck outta here,” he growls once more but I just hold him tighter. His abs flex under my hands, his breathing becoming a little slower. Slowly, very slowly he begins to relax under my touch.
“I don’t know what’s happening but I’m sorry.”
“Why? Why the fuck are you sorry?” I slowly move around him, slipping under his arm but never breaking my hold on him. Looking up at him, he looks stressed. He looks unsettled and for some reason that bothers me. His head lowers so he can look me in the eye and I nearly cry for him. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the haunted look in his eyes, or the fact that he seems to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His hands slowly come up and rest on my shoulders. A jolt of electricity shoots through me.
“You look upset,” I say softly.
“I told you to leave,” he says.
“I know. I’m kind of stubborn,” I tell him earning a small grin. I’ll take it.
“That part I already know,” he says reaching up to brush my hair from my face.
“Then it wasn’t a surprise,” I tease wiggling my eyebrows. Wolf chuckles.
“There’s a lot of shit goin’ on. I can’t tell you most of it but…I don’t know, Krista. I feel like I could tell you every secret I have, and you’d understand.”
“Is that so bad?”
“Yeah, it is. My life isn’t easy, babe. Nothin’ about what I do is. You’re fightin’ your own demons and I can’t see draggin’ you into mine.”
“That makes no sense, Wolf. You know that right?” He chuckles again. God, that smile of his is something I could get used to.
“The shit I do is illegal. The shit I will be doin’ is even worse. You don’t deserve to be a part of that shit. The more I’ve thought about it, the more I know you need to go home, Krista.” Well if that wasn’t a slap to the face, I don’t know what is. I take a step back out of his arms, letting mine fall to my sides.
“You’re throwing me away? Just like he did. Use me, get what you want and that’s it right?” I snap. The past is a
hard thing to get over and even now I can feel it sitting in my chest like a lead weight.
“No. I’m givin’ you an out. I’m givin’ you a chance to walk away from me and never look back. I’ll make good on my promise to protect that little girl.” His words mean nothing to me. Nothing at all.
“I don’t even know what to say right now,” I admit because I don’t. I’m shocked that he came in here and said that after having me cuffed to a bed for days. Of course he let me up to go to the bathroom, but he was there and now this? He wants me gone?
“Don’t say anything. Walk away,” he says, turning his back to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. I swallow hard but I don’t move. I don’t know that I can even if I wanted to, and do I really want to? I listen to the sound of his lighter flicking before I smell the smoke of his cigarette. This is all so fucked up. I should go. I should walk out that door, but I don’t. What the fuck is stopping me? He told me to leave. Maybe that’s why I want to stay. Instead of walking away, I do something that I shouldn’t be doing. I walk over, sit on the edge of the bed and take the cigarette from between his lips and bring it to mine.
“You’re still here,” he says as if he didn’t expect me to be. I inhale the nicotine into my lungs before blowing the smoke between my lips.
“Looks like it.”
“You know what you’re doin’?” Shaking my head, I don’t look over at him, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“Not a fucking clue but I guess I can figure it out as I go.”
“That’s a lot of I’s in that sentence.” I smirk and look over at him now.
“What should it be?” I ask him softly, needing to hear it from his lips.
“It should be we. We will figure it out as we go. This isn’t gonna be easy, Krista. There’s shit that Lauren knows that I need. I can’t toss her ass to the curb just yet,” he informs me. I nod my head slowly when he takes the cigarette away from me, setting it in the ashtray. When he turns back to me his eyes are on fire. Heat simmers in my stomach from the way he looks at me. I could melt under his gaze. His hand comes up, cupping my neck before he pulls me closer. I gladly go.
“Does that mean I get to have fun with your friends?” I ask raising my eyebrows. Wolf smirks a dark, dirty, delicious smirk before he shakes his head.
“The next one that touches you dies.” His lips claim mine in seconds. The pressure, the heat, all of his kiss is consuming me. And I let it.
Nineteen
Wolf
Heat spirals out of control inside of me. With Krista on her hands and knees on my bed begging for me to touch her, I can barely hold myself together. I want her to cry, beg and plead for me. I want her to want me the way I do her. It’s strange because I don’t know a lot of her past, but I don’t care. I want to be her future and that thought alone should scare the shit out of me.
“Wolf,” she whines as I rub my cock all over her ass. My free hand caresses her back, over the mounds of her ass. Bumps form on her skin before I thrust into her just to pull back out.
“Wolf! You asshole!” She cries. I chuckle. I know she wants me to fuck her hard. I know what she needs but watching her like this, so uninhibited, I can’t stop myself. Another thrust inside of her and she clenches around me.
“Jesus,” I hiss.
“Please don’t move,” she begs. So I give her what she wants. I wrap my hands around her waist, and pound into her. Each thrust, each slap of my body against hers is pure fucking perfection. Her hair bounces as I fuck her into the mattress, but this is just what she wanted. She moans and makes little noises until I angle my hips. This gets me deeper. This gets me further inside of her and every time I shove into her, she screams. The pain, the pleasure, I give her all of it. Slapping a hand on her ass, she nearly leaps off the bed, but I hold her in place as I take her harder.
“Make me come, Krista. I can feel you,” I hiss as her pussy spasms around me. I move faster, taking her harder. Her cries turn to moans and back to cries. “Do it!” A few more strokes and she screams. Her pussy grips me, holding me as it caresses my length. I grunt as my release spills into her, filling her. My eyes clench shut as I let the high roll through my body. Before I can pull out, Krista drops to the bed doing it for me. I laugh as I lay down next to her.
“What the hell was that?” I ask playfully.
“That was me being weak,” she grumbles into the pillow.
“You’re crazy.”
“But you like it,” she adds. I laugh once more as she shifts to move closer to me.
“I do like it,” I admit.
“Can I ask you something?” she says looking up at me. I nod. “Your family, are you close to them?”
“Yeah. I am. Been a while since I went over to see them with everything goin’ on. I need to though.” Then it all occurs to me. “Would you go with me?” Krista’s head pops up quickly, her gaze trained on mine.
“You want me to meet your family?”
“Yeah.” What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? They will bring up Lauren, I know they will. They didn’t like her anyhow but that’s not the point.
“Okay.”
“But I got questions too, darlin’.”
“Ask,” she says almost like she was expecting them.
“You’re from Wisconsin. Who did you live with?”
“Ester mostly. We were street kids. Street smart. We knew how to sneak into abandoned places. We made our way. Some days it was harder than others and especially in the winter. It was so damn cold, but we made the best of it.”
“Just you and her?”
“No. There are others. We were our own kind of family,” she says with a sigh.
“You miss them.”
“Sometimes but I knew what I had to do for Eva. She doesn’t deserve to be stolen away from her family.”
“How are you gonna handle it when they leave?” her body becomes tense and I know this is the part I should stop the questions, but I can’t. I need to know where her heads at with this. I need to know what I’m facing with her.
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t follow them all over the world. You made a choice that was hard as fuck. You gave your daughter a life you knew you couldn’t give her, Krista. Why would you want to ruin that now?” Her anger seeps from her as she shoves herself up and stares at me.
“Ruin it? By keeping her safe? That isn’t ruining anything! What the fuck Wolf!”
“She has parents that can protect her, Krista. That was the fuckin’ point of givin’ her up wasn’t it?”
“Fuck you! Fuck this!” She screams climbing out of the bed. “You don’t know shit about me or my daughter!”
“That right there! Your daughter! She isn’t yours anymore, Krista. For fucks sake! You gave her the best life she could have asked for. You did what was right but you gotta get that shit out of your head. You gave birth to her. Yes, in that sense she is yours but that’s it. She isn’t your daughter, she’s theirs!” Anger rips through me and before I know it, I’m off the bed and storming toward the bathroom. I turn the shower on and rest my hands on the counter in front of me.
“Why are you so emotional about this?” She asks softly. I lift my head and tell her something that I’ve never told anyone, not even the guys.
“Rich and Margo, they aren’t my parents. Not my birth parents anyway. They adopted me. My mom was Margo’s sister. She was a piece of shit person that loved drugs more than her own kid. They took me in when I was two. I’ve been their son ever since.” Her mouth opens but no words form. She didn’t expect that and frankly I didn’t think I would tell her, but this is Krista. Shit’s different with her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It doesn’t matter. Don’t you get that? You gave them somethin’ that they couldn’t have on their own, Krista. That makes you a fuckin’ hero in my book but you need to know where to draw the line.”
“It’s not that easy,” she says tears building in her eyes.
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bsp; “Yes, it is.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and force her to look at me.
“You’re stronger than you think. You aren’t livin’, sweetheart. You’re followin’ them around makin’ that your whole life and you can’t do that. She has a family and as much as that hurts you, you have to accept it.” Her tears fall, wetting my hands but all I can do is pull her into my arms and hold her. She has to realize that what she’s doing isn’t healthy for anyone, most of all herself. She deserves a life that doesn’t have her looking over her shoulder all the time. And as I think that to myself, reality hits me in the face. That’s exactly what my life is. I’m pulling her from one bullshit life to another. Even though I know that it in the back of my mind, I don’t want to let her go.
“I don’t know how to stop,” she whispers into my chest. I run my hand through her hair, keeping her held tightly.
“I’ll help you.”
Twenty
Krista
“I look stupid in this,” I mumble as I look at the outfit Ester brought me.
“No you don’t. You look hot for the first time in your life,” she says as she pulls my hair up on top of my head. I watch her in the mirror, but I feel like a fool. I’ve never in my life worn anything like this. She got me the shortest pair of shorts she could possibly find that hug my body like a second skin. The shirt is a flowy tank top that cuts low in the front showing a little of my chest. This isn’t the baggy clothes that I’m used to.
“Sandals, Ester?” I snap when she finishes with my hair and tosses me the shoes. She smiles and winks at me when the door opens. Wolf walks into the room but doesn’t come into the bathroom. That gives Ester the chance to go in there. I roll my eyes as I bend over and slide my feet into the sandals.
