The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  “What?” she snaps. “I’m not fucking joking, Slade. Untie me,” she demands once again.

  I uncross my arms and walk up to her placing my body up against hers. I lean down and pull all the hair off of face. “No,” I whisper bending down to her ear.

  She huffs. “Just stop,” she says as her body sags in defeat, knowing I’ve already got her where I want her, and I smile.

  I run my hand around the side of her soft, slick hip and down between her legs. She closes her thighs trying to keep me out but all it does is trap my hand.

  “No,” she says sternly. “Whatever you’re thinking isn’t going to happen. I’m pissed off at you,” she states.

  I reach up with my free hand and place my hand over her mouth. She tries to shake it off as she moves her head quickly but I pull her head back and put more pressure over her mouth. “Just give it up, baby.” She shakes her head once and pulls on her arms again. I look up hoping she doesn’t have the strength to pull the showerhead from the wall. If she gets free, she may skip right past slapping and punch me.

  She mumbles something, and I ignore her attempt to get me to remove my hand from her mouth. I take my feet and easily pry her legs apart allowing my hand to slide further between her legs just where I want them.

  “No surprise,” I say with a laugh and her legs tighten against mine as she tries to close them. No way, I’m much stronger than her. She looks up and narrows her eyes on me. “Your pussy is all wet and ready for me to fuck you,” I say before leaning down and nibble on her neck.

  Her body gives a little shiver and she lets out a long breath through her nose as I feel her neck go slack. “That’s right, Angel.” I slide a finger deep into her pussy enjoying the wetness and the heat. “Don’t fight it.” I enter another finger roughly and she goes up on her tiptoes as she whimpers into my hand. I press my now hard cock into her lower back as I continue to pleasure her with just my fingers. Her hands are stretched way above her head and I’m still holding her head back at an uncomfortable position with my hand over her mouth. Her pussy is so fucking wet with arousal it’s running down my fingers.

  “You like it when I do this, don’t you?” I say nuzzling my face into her neck. I lick the cold water off her skin and then bite down on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

  Her body shakes at the notion. “You’re mine, Angel. And one thing about being mine is that I’m going to fuck you whenever and however I want. Aren’t I?” I demand and she nods her head, the woman doesn’t even have to think about it.

  I smile into her neck. “Such a good girl,” I whisper as I rub my thumb over her clit. I can feel her body getting closer to coming as I work my fingers in and out of her roughly. It’s trying to fight me on its own accord. She’s breathing heavy through her nose and her eyes are closed, her legs are flexed against mine, and she’s up on her tiptoes. Just when I think she’s there, I remove my fingers. She whimpers, the sound muffled by my hand, and her body goes slack once again.

  “You know how much you turn me on when you’re mad at me?” She nods once again. “I think I’m going to make you work for this one.”

  She shakes her head, and I nod mine. “Yes.” She tries to push me away with her ass. “Keep trying, baby. You’re just gonna wear yourself out,” I warn. But I don’t want her to, I like it when she’s feisty and fights me.

  My hand slides its way up her growing belly, and I cup one of her large breasts in my hand. I massage it roughly before pinching her nipple hard as her body bucks. Her chest rises and falls quickly and her skin is broke out in goosebumps. I don’t know if it’s ‘cause her wet body is now cold from the lack of warm water or from my touch.

  “You know how much I want to make you pay for slapping me?” I ask, and I feel her legs tremble against mine. “You want me to make you pay, baby?” I pinch her nipple, and she nods her head again.

  I release her and spin her around to face me. The tie holding up her bound wrists tightens from the twisting. She bows her head as she sucks in air through her mouth. I place my hands in her wet, tangled hair and lift her head to look her in the eyes.

  “Slade?” she sighs heavily.

  “Yes?” I ask with a straight face not wanting to show her how much that still affects me.

  “What do you wanna do to me?” she asks licking her plump lips.

  I tighten my hands in her hair and her breath catches. “Any. Fucking. Thing. I. Want,” I say simply. “And when you don’t think your body can take anymore, I will push it even further.”

  I want one night with nothing but having my way with her. And I’m not talking about fucking and then passing out. I’m talking about once I’m done with her, leaving her there, restrained and waiting for me to use her again. I’ve been fighting a darker side for a while now with her, and she knows it.

  “You will know nothing except that I have complete control,” I say honestly. “Can you imagine what it would be like not to be able to stop me?” I lean down and place my lips right in front of hers and whisper, “Not knowing what I would do to you next. Which part of your body I’m going to touch. What part of your body I’m going to fuck.” I slowly lick her parted lips as I remember what they feel like when they’re wrapped around my cock. Un-fucking-believable.

  She lets out a whimper and her legs buckle. I tighten my hands in her hair, and she cries out.

  “I wouldn’t hurt you,” I say with a smirk knowing that’s exactly what I’m doing as I speak. “But you would know that I had the power to do so. If you refused me what I wanted.”

  Her green eyes close as she pants. I’ve learned with Angel that the pain of something can make the pleasure ten times better. She likes when the cuffs are too tight, when my bites leave bruises. And I can never slap that round ass hard enough for her.

  “I like the pain,” she confesses breathlessly.

  “I know.” I feel her heart beat faster against my chest, and I allow myself to smile. “Would you give me that power, Angel?” I ask pulling back looking down at her. “Knowing there would be no boundaries? No say on your part?” A while back the possibility of her saying yes would have terrified me. Not now. Now I want her to give me this. I want to treat her like my little personal sex slave. And I know a part of her wants that as well.

  She looks up at me and whispers, “I belong to you, right?”

  I give her a cocky smile. “Yes.”

  She gets a slow and sexy smile of her own. “Make me believe it.”

  I yank her head back and she lets out another strangled cry. I kiss her exposed neck and can feel her pulse beating wildly and my cock twitches. Tonight, I will fucking own her like she has never known.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  SAMANTHA

  Morning comes way too soon. I smile as I realize my entire body hurts and my muscles are sore. I let Slade have his way with me last night, and God was it amazing. The man took more from my body than I knew it could give.

  Once I shower and get ready, I make my way to the kitchen. I get out everything we have and begin to make the biggest breakfast of my life. Grits, biscuits, and gravy. Pancakes and bacon. Whatever we have, I use. After my fight with Slade last night I realized I wasn’t mad at him. I was mad at myself. I was mad at what was in front of me all along, and I never even questioned it.

  I want Tate to know I’m here for him. I want Slade to know that I’m a different person than who I was when I ran out on my mother. You only get one chance at life, and I have decided to just roll with the punches. Take them with a smile.

  “Something smells good,” I hear Slade say as he comes down the hallway before entering the kitchen.

  “Breakfast,” I say placing a few plates on the table.

  He comes over and gives me a kiss on the forehead and then pulls back placing his hand over my belly. “How are you this morning? Feeling okay?” His eyes drop to his hand covering my belly.

  I smile. “We feel great.”

  He looks back up to me, “I wasn’t too rou
gh with you last night?” he questions. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” he says seriously.

  I shake my head, “Not at all,” I assure him.

  He smiles and slaps my ass when I turn around. I squeal, and he chuckles.

  “You guys are being too loud,” Tate mumbles as he enters the kitchen.

  Slade sits down at the table and looks over at him. “No such thing. You are just hung over.” He takes a bite of bacon.

  We all turn to face the front door when someone knocks on it. “I’ll get it,” Slade says shoving another piece of bacon in his mouth before he stands to go answer it.

  I should not be surprised when I see him open the door and Parker walks in. The guy seems to always be around.

  Parker smiles as he sits down where I set my plate. “Well, I couldn’t have timed this any better,” he says with a smile on his face.

  “What are you doing here?” I can’t help but ask as I pour him a cup of coffee.

  He starts to place food on my plate when he speaks. “I have to go in today to do some paperwork, so I thought I would come by.” He looks at Tate. “I was wondering where you were last night. Get lucky?” He wiggles his dark eyebrows.

  Tate chuckles. “Yeah, with a bottle of tequila. She’s kicking my ass this morning.”

  After I finish making the guys breakfast I walk back to our bedroom, grab my purse, and make my way back to the kitchen. “I’m gonna head up to the bakery. I want to do some cleaning and shop for some paint colors. You guys have a great day. Love you,” I say before turning and walking to the garage.

  As I open the truck door Slade steps out into the garage. “You didn’t eat breakfast.” He frowns

  “I’ll eat something on the way.” Cake sounds really good right now. I can’t wait until I can go to the bakery and just bake a cake for myself.

  He smiles. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  He leans up against the open truck door and kisses me on the lips. “For Parker.”

  “What can I say?” I shrug. “I’m just in a really good mood.”

  He smiles. “Have a great day and be careful.”

  “Will do.” We kiss one last time, and I head off to the bakery.

  As I pull into the parking lot I spot Missy’s little red sports car. “How did you know I would be here?” I ask as we both climb out of our cars.

  She shrugs. “Just a lucky guess.”

  I take in a deep breath. “I’m really worried about you, Missy. Is everything okay?” Her hair is blonder than it has ever been before. And she looks like she has lost a little weight.

  She nods her head once. “I’ve just needed some time alone.”

  “Is there something that I can help you with?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “I promise. I’m okay.”

  “Okay,” I say unsure but if I have learned anything in the last twenty-four hours, it’s that you can’t push someone to tell you what they don’t want you to know.

  I jiggle the keys to the bakery in my hand. “I’m going to pick out some colors and order some things for the bakery today. Wanna help me out?”

  She gives me a small smile. “I would love to.”

  *****

  SLADE

  I just get home from a busy day at work and walk into the kitchen for a bottle of water, when my cell starts to ring.

  “What’s up, man?” I say when I see Parker’s name.

  “I have a few questions for you,” he says.

  “Shoot.”

  He takes a few seconds before he speaks. “First. Did you know that Sam’s name is on a no charges filed report?”

  Why would her name be on a no charges filed report? “Oh, yeah. That was when she and Jax broke up back in September.” I know he had skipped town before they could serve him anything the first time.

  “That would be a negative,” he states.

  “How so?”

  “This report refers to a Jeremy.”

  Jeremy? We don’t know a Jeremy. “You must have read it wrong.”

  “No. It’s right here in front of me. It is dated back in November. The officer was called to her place of business for a domestic dispute.”

  That’s almost six months ago. “I don’t know what that could be about.”

  “Well, I normally wouldn’t think anything of it. But it also says that her statement was lost.”

  I sigh. “Bring it over to my house.” I wanna see this for myself.

  “Slade I can’t…”

  “Bring the fucking paperwork over to my house. Now Parker,” I demand.

  He lets out a breath as if conflicted. “I’m on my way,” he says reluctantly.

  I scroll down to her name and am about to call her when I decide to wait. I want to know what the hell is on this report. It has to be a mistake. Maybe it was when all that shit went down before the holidays. It was like we were calling the cops left and right. With the house getting broke in to, the truck window being smashed, and her being attacked outside of her work…That’s probably it. That’s where he saw Larry’s being involved. Even though Tate had taken her to the police station it had still happened up at Larry’s. But why would it have Jeremy written on it? And why would it say domestic dispute? She and Tate both said they never saw the guy who attacked her.

  I walk over to answer the door when I hear a knock. I open it to reveal Tate standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “Sam told me to come over yesterday for dinner tonight.”

  “Well, Parker is on his way over. He has some papers for me to look at.” I look at the clock. Angel will be home in less than thirty minutes. When I spoke to her earlier, she and Missy were ordering stuff online for the bakery. She was going to run to the store on her way home.

  “Okay.” Tate goes straight for the fridge and pulls out a beer for himself before he hands me one.

  “Thanks.”

  “Do I need to leave? Is this work related?”

  I shake my head. “You can stay. It has to do with your sister.”

  He doesn’t say anything as he makes himself comfortable at the kitchen island.

  It isn’t more than ten minutes later when Parker walks through the front door in uniform and lays down a file in front of me on the kitchen island.

  I open the file and scan the paperwork as Tate leans over and reads it as well. “Why is Missy’s name on there?” he asks standing quickly.

  I scan a little further down and see her name along with Holly’s. “What the fuck is this?” I ask to no one in particular.

  “It’s a police report,” Parker says annoyed. “Apparently Sam called the police. It says that this Jeremy guy started a fight in the bar. Holly and Missy are mentioned as witnesses. I don’t know what’s off, but it doesn’t make sense.”

  “What part doesn’t make sense?” Tate asks no longer concerned. “Holly and Sam were working.” He shrugs it off. “I’ve seen my fair share of bar fights happen.”

  Parker shakes his head. “It doesn’t add up. It also says that their statements have been lost.”

  My head shoots up to him. “What do you mean? All of them?”

  “Maybe the officer forgot to finish the process. Or passed it off to someone else who didn’t do it. It’s very rare, but it has happened before,” Parker offers.

  “Who was the officer?” I ask scanning the document.

  “Officer Howard.”

  Tate looks up at Parker with a frown. “That’s the guy you replaced,” he states.

  Parker nods. “Like I said, shit is not making sense.”

  “Did you say he just quit coming to work?” I ask.

  “Yep. No one has heard from him since then.”

  I hear the door to the garage open and close and a few seconds later Angel enters the kitchen. “Hey guys,” she says cheerfully.

  “Can you explain this to us?” I ask not bothering with pleasantries. I want to get to the bottom of this.<
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  “Explain what?” she asks with a smile.

  I lift up the folder. “This.” I open it back up and skim through it until I land on the name that I’m looking for. “Explain why you called the cops on a man named Jeremy while you were working up at Larry’s. Domestic dispute?”

  Her smile drops off of her face, and her eyes go big. She looks from me to Tate before Parker.

  If I’m not mistaken, I would say she looks like she just got caught doing something she knows she shouldn’t have been doing.

  “What is this?” I ask again this time more forcefully.

  Her eyes slam back to mine. “Where did you get that?” Her voice shakes.

  I feel Tate sit up straighter in his seat, and Parker even narrows his eyes at her. Something is definitely up. What the fuck has she done?

  “Doesn’t matter.” My jaw clenches. “Tell me why it even exists in the first place?” I demand.

  Her eyes move to Tate as if she’s pleading for him to save her. When he doesn’t say anything she looks back at the folder. “It doesn’t matter. He pled guilty.”

  I look over at Parker. Where in the hell did it say that in there? I don’t remember reading that. It said the charges were dropped.

  “Who? Jeremy did? For what?” Tate asks.

  She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she repeats once again.

  I slam the folder down onto the kitchen island, and she jumps back. “All of it fucking matters. Now tell me why in the fuck your name is on this police report. Along with Holly and Missy,” I shout, losing my patience.

  When she takes a step back and looks like she is about to bolt, I snap. “Tell me what the fuck this has to do with you. Right now.” I walk around the island to get in front of her. “Tell me,” I demand getting in her face.

  Her green eyes look up into mine, and she looks like she is about to cry. “I…it…He wasn’t supposed to be working,” she says quietly.

  “Who?”

  “Jeremy.”

  I run a hand through my hair. “Start making sense,” I say getting tired of this bullshit. I don’t recall anyone named Jeremy working there.