by Piper Stone
Just like the last time I’d seen Drake.
“Lady,” I finally whispered, brushing my hand down the side of her face. “I won’t hurt you and I promise you that I won’t allow anyone else to either. I’m not a good man, certainly in comparison to my brother, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t mean something to me.” I felt her tension increasing and as she pushed her hand against my chest, another ache formed. She’d been hurt before, another reason for her running away from her former life.
“I believe you, Hawk. I just don’t know if I can do this.”
“Who hurt you before?”
After looking away, I was still able to see the despair in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.” I pulled her chin toward me. “In case you haven’t figured it out, everything about you matters. Why we were put together I don’t know and I’m not certain if I can erase the pain you experienced or if I’m good for you, but right now, I want this.”
Bryce’s lower lip quivered as she brushed her fingers across my forehead then down the side of my face. “That’s the trouble. So do I.”
“Then—”
She placed two fingers over my lips, shaking her head. “Shush. No talking.” Rising onto her tiptoes, she lightly danced her tongue around the edge of my mouth. Ferocious need erupted, the kind that wouldn’t be denied.
“Hear me, woman. You are staying with me tonight,” I stated, this time my tone demanding.
“What if I try to run?” She blew across my neck, her words little more than a purr.
“First of all, if you even think about running, I will track you down. I am a Marine after all.”
“And second?”
“You don’t seem to listen very well,” I huffed. “Then I’ll give you the kind of spanking that will keep you from sitting down for a full week.”
“Hmmm... I don’t know about that.”
I allowed a dark growl to roll up from my chest as I entwined my fingers in her hair. “Oh, I do. Your memory is fading. You seem to forget, I own you.”
There were no rationalizing thoughts racing through my mind as the war I’d waged with my guilt and sadness continued on. She was a drug so powerful that I would do anything to have it. A rush of feelings exploded from deep within, forcing me to realize that I wanted this woman.
Not just for tonight.
Not for a casual fling.
I wanted to keep her, fuck her, train her, discipline her.
Forever.
Fuck...
Chapter Twelve
Bryce
Powerful.
Magnetic.
Unchained.
I could feel his beast so close to the surface, the creature longing to take over every aspect of Hawk’s world. But his need to control was entirely different than before. He was raw and reeling from emotions that he had no understanding of, his mask and shield cracking. I could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at me. This wasn’t just about devouring me for the pure sense of lust.
This was indeed about ownership.
It was also about letting go. Maybe for both of us.
He’d reached through the dark crevices of my mind, grasping a hold of the personal sadness I’d refused to face. There was no point in remembering, only realizing that there were some betrayals that I couldn’t throw away just like my former life. They remained haunting me, chiding me no matter what concept of happiness I thought I’d found.
This was no different.
Even if Hawk was larger than life.
I was taken aback by his aggressive prowess as he held me, stirring feelings I had difficulty processing and ones I’d promised myself I would never feel again. The rush was incredible, addictive in every way. I was lightheaded, my body on fire and I wanted nothing more than to spend a night with them.
Even if in the back of my mind I knew we couldn’t last. He was broken, a man fighting the kind of demons that I wasn’t equipped to handle. He was dangerous on far too many levels, but not because of his domination.
Because I knew I could lose myself all over again, the hunger never sated.
But as he kissed me, holding me close to his massive chest, I let go, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand was placed firmly against the back of my head, his grip firm and his breath scattered. Every inch of skin on my body had erupted with goosebumps, the small prickles driving the sensations to a level of euphoria. Our faces only inches away, I was still able to gaze into his shimmering eyes, catching a mere glimpse of his soul.
Reckless.
Abandoned.
Heartbroken.
He was a wounded animal, deadly yet charming. Formidable yet enticing. His allure was unequaled and as he pulled my face closer to his, I was swept away with desire.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice rippled with husk and hunger. “I will have you and there is nothing you can do about it.”
A growl left his throat before capturing my mouth, immediately slipping his tongue past my lips, slicing it against mine. He rubbed his hand down the length of my back, adding to the dazzling jolts of electricity, finally cupping my bruised bottom. Even the sting that shifted across my buttocks was powerful, tossing me immediately into nirvana. How could one man have this much power over me, yanking at every string that had been holding me together?
Bottle rockets exploded into my mind as he snagged my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp. My eyelids were tightly clenched, my world spinning as I struggled to breathe. I clung to him, brushing my hand through his short-cropped hair as the stubble covering his face ignited a more intense round of passion. I wanted his beast. I craved his darkness.
I needed to feel his strength.
The taste of bourbon filtered into my mouth, my pulse increasing. The way his cock throbbed as he shifted it back and forth across my tummy pushed the flames into a firestorm. He continued to growl as the kiss intensified, his actions becoming savage as he ground his hips against mine.
I was wet and hot all over, my pussy aching as my nipples shifted against the thin tee shirt. My entire body was on fire. My mind was riddled with naughty girl thoughts of him twisting and plucking my hardened buds, the pain biting. No man had ever touched me this way.
Possessive.
Protective.
Brutal.
When he broke the kiss, nipping my lower lip, I could no longer feel my legs. He pushed my back into a slight arc, yanking back my head as he brushed his lips from one side of my jaw to the other, dragging his tongue down the side of my neck.
“Oh...” The single word resonated in the room, echoing in my ears. Everything was a beautiful blur as his guttural sounds became louder. I was weak in his strong hold, my fingers digging into his arms, the tips seared from the touch of him alone.
As he bit into the skin on my neck, I let out a strangled moan, no longer able to focus.
Easing back, a dark and dangerous chuckle rumbled up from his chest. “You will learn to obey me. My every command. My every requirement.”
His words titillated me even further. “And what if I don’t?”
Pushing me back several inches, the expression on his face was even more predatory, his pupils dilated. “Then you’ll face my wrath.”
“I think your bark is worse than your bite,” I teased. This was nothing more than a fantasy, but what a delicious retreat from the rest of the wretched world.
“Hmmm... It’s obvious I’m not doing my job. Maybe I will build a perfect cage, keep you locked away for my use only.”
“You know I’ll find a way to escape.”
His grin full of purpose, he tossed me over his shoulder with ease, moving immediately toward the set of stairs. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. As he moved to the room just past Ashley’s, I realized just how much he couldn’t handle upsetting the surroundings his brother had left. “I can see I’ll have my hands full. You will need to be fully trained. Anal plugs. Nipple clamps. A collar.”
He
would have no way of knowing the words were even more exciting, the threat of something so kinky only further adding to the embers constantly sparked between us.
As he eased me onto my feet, he brushed the tips of his fingers down the length of my arms. “Do not move,” he instructed.
I had no intention of doing so.
He flicked on a lamp, the single light creating a stunning illumination of the room: the beautiful comforter and comfy chair positioned in the corner by the window, the plump pillows that I envisioned being tossed over for another hard spanking, and the reflective mirror allowing a view of kinky acts occurring in the bed. Everything had a cozy appeal but was certainly nothing like the rugged man who hovered over me like a wild animal, his chest rising and falling as he directed his gaze toward me.
He closed the distance once again, rolling my long strands of hair behind my shoulders. Every touch was light, even gentle. The man was holding the beast in the cage. I knew better than to think it was going to last very long. He had a voracious appetite, his needs increasing every time we were together.
I tingled as he rubbed his thumbs across my cheeks, his hot breath cascading across my skin, creating quivers dancing down my legs. Everything about him was calculated, dominating.
A sly smile crossed his face as he raked his nails down my back, yanking the tee shirt from my jeans, tearing it from my body.
I ripped at his shirt, pushing the material up along his chest, allowing the heels of my hands to rub as I drew it over his head. A simple touch of his skin was enough to power an entire city, the heat scalding. I was breathless as I pitched his shirt across the room, feeling tiny in comparison to his massive body.
A growl flowed from his mouth as he cupped my breasts, flicking his fingers back and forth across my already hardened nipples. They were so sensitive, the lacey material of my bra only creating a stimulating round of friction. I was breathless, my heart thumping wildly as he toyed with me, pinching then releasing several times.
“My beautiful woman. You do crave pain as well as pleasure.”
I was breathless, unable to provide any kind of an answer.
Moans slipped past my lips as he jerked the straps of my bra down my arms before reaching around to my back, fumbling with the fastener. The moment he freed me of the tight confines, his upper lip curled, his expression just another reminder that I belonged to him.
The thought was terrifying as well as fascinating.
And exciting.
He was an adventure, a break from reality.
I closed my eyes as he lowered his head, swirling the tip of his tongue around first one nipple then the other, his guttural sounds more animal than man. He took his time sucking and licking. I was so wet, my panties soaked, the scent of my longing wafting into the air between us.
“Mmm... Tell me what you want,” he stated gruffly as he shifted a hand between my legs, rubbing up and down in a languishing manner.
Panting, the feel of the tough material against my wetness was ridiculously amazing. I realized I’d opened my legs wider, allowing him access. My God, I was begging him to take me.
Use me.
Fuck me.
As he continued rubbing, I realized I had difficulty forming words, my entire mind shutting down. There was only the raging desire I felt, my needs just as ravenous as his.
“I... Mmm...”
Growling, he smacked my pussy with his fingers as he dragged his lips to my other breast, nipping my tender tissue until I cried out.
“When I give you a command, you will follow it. What do you want?”
I thought about his question, my mouth suddenly dry. “Your mouth. Your tongue. Your fingers. Your cock.”
“And where do you want them?” Hawk asked, rubbing more aggressively.
I could feel the heat of his gaze, able to hear the thumping of his heart. “Everywhere.”
He was a man on a mission, easing his hands to my button and zipper as I reached for his. I ran my fingers across his belt, visions of being taken over his knee, the strap brought down time after time creating a rush of desire as well as continued embarrassment.
For a girl who’d never wanted a controlling man, I couldn’t help but be scintillated at the thought. He’d broken through almost every one of my barriers, although the last he would never be able to crack.
Pulling away, he gave me a dangerous smile. “Undress for me, sweetheart. I need to see your hot little body.”
His gaze remained as I struggled to remove my boots before slowly sliding the dense material over my hips. I could tell he was salivating, his hunger only increasing. I allowed my eyes to fall to his beautiful cock, which stood at full attention, pushing hard against his pants. The man would have his fill of me, taking me in every hole.
When I was fully undressed, only then did he do the same, pitching everything to the side before advancing, his growls permeating the space around us. He took a single finger, sliding it over my forehead then down my cheek, moving around my lips in an exaggerated circle.
“Open your mouth for me.”
The husky tone of his voice left me shivering and I obeyed him without question, my eyes never leaving his as he rolled his fingers under my chin then along my jaw. As he slipped his finger inside my mouth, I clamped down, squeezing until he smiled.
“Such a little brat.” He pumped his fingers several times before easing them away, sliding them over my shoulder to the middle of my back. “Imagine the sinful things I can and will do to your body.”
“What?” I dared to ask.
“Maybe I’ll tattoo you, making certain anyone who feasts with their eyes knows you belong to me. After that, I’ll brand your beautiful bottom, a reminder that you will obey my every command. Then I’ll pierce your gorgeous nipples, your luscious clit. Imagine every time I tug on the chain. Yes. I will keep you naked and ready for me at all times. Would you like that?”
He knew exactly how to get to me, leaving me breathless, my heart fluttering. “Uh-huh.”
The single hard smack against my bottom gave me a smile.
“Try that again,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.” The words slipping out so easily startled me.
As he grabbed my hips, spinning me around, he eased onto the end of the bed, pulling me into his lap.
I straddled him, my knees folded, his cock enticingly close to my swollen pussy. I shifted back and forth, teasing him relentlessly.
“One wicked girl,” he said, chuckling as he tilted his head back and forth. “But you will surrender.” He crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue inside, his actions becoming forceful and crazed.
The way he sucked on my tongue was enthralling, catching me off guard. I shuddered from his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to slide his cock deep inside.
He had other thoughts in mind. Breaking the kiss, he narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. “Stand on my legs, sweetheart.”
I gave him a shy smile until he growled.
Then I did what he commanded and was immediately rewarded. Hawk gripped my bottom, yanking me forward, his grip firm as he leaned forward, burying his face into my wetness.
“Oh, my...” I was shocked at the difference in sensations, the wetness of his tongue and the angle driving me instantly into a moment of utter nirvana. He licked up and down, taking his time with each pass before swirling the tip around my clit. There was nothing to hold onto. I was free floating, my body swaying forward and backward. I’d never felt such a loss of control even as his tongue pushed me into such bliss. I was lightheaded, forced to blink several times, a nervous laugh pushing past my lips.
I was drawn in by his growls, the way he shook his head. He was a man feasting as if for the last time, his hunger knowing no bounds. With every swipe of his tongue, quivers danced down my arms and legs, until I could no longer feel them. But I knew he was holding me, a part of me hoping that he’d never let go.
Closing my eyes, I fell into a lull as he thrust h
is tongue inside, pushing past the swollen folds and lapping my cream. I was intoxicated by the combined scent of our desire, my throat burning from the delicious fragrance. I could still taste him from what seemed like hours before, the amazing aftertaste of his cum tangy yet sweet.
I’d been shocked that he’d roped me, dragging me to the very earth, but the rush of adrenaline had been yet another drug my system craved. Even sucking his cock in the middle of a beautiful field had only added to the recklessness, the filthy moment that fantasies were made of.
“Oh, God. Oh...” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he dug his fingers into my bottom. There was no way I could move, no way to escape. For tonight, I belonged to him.
Hawk took his time working my clit until it was swollen, then driving his tongue inside my quivering channel until I was soaking wet. He brought me to the edge of a raging climax then pulled away, rubbing his lips across my tummy. His evil chuckle floated into the air as he darted the tip of his tongue around my belly button.
Every time he brought me close to a mindboggling orgasm, my entire body tensed, my legs shaking involuntarily. I had no idea how much time had gone by, but I was wet and drained, every part of me erupting from the fire that had built to a combustible stage. “Please let me come. Please.” He continued licking for several seconds, enough so I tossed my head back and forth, vibrations coursing through my body.
“Mmm... Are you ready, my sweet? Are you prepared to erupt into my mouth?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” My scream was bedraggled, breathless. Stars and vibrant colors of light floated across my eyes, leaving me unable to focus.
Or think.
Or feel my legs.
Or breathe...
I laughed softly as I sagged forward, tottering back and forth. As I placed my hands on his shoulders, my body no longer able to remain upright, he picked up the intensity. With every savage thrust of his tongue, I rushed closer to raw ecstasy.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
Hawk parted my bottom, rubbing several fingers up and down the crack of my ass. I sucked in my breath, the anticipation of both the explosive orgasm and what I knew he was preparing to do electrifying every inch of my skin. He toyed with me, rubbing the tip of a single finger around my darkened hole as he licked furiously.
