by Hazel Parker
But then a thought came to me.
What did someone like Scott, as dominant and powerful as he was, desire the most in a woman?
It wasn’t someone who passively stood by and just hoped to be taken.
It was someone who went and got what she wanted. Scott didn’t want an easy conquest, at least not until the moment of truth. He wanted a struggle to prove his dominance; emerging victorious over someone who pushed back was far more fun than it was over someone who just fell to their back and spread their legs without surrender.
All this time, I’d poked and prodded him, but I hadn’t “shoved” him. I hadn’t forced the issue. I hadn’t acted like he had no choice in the matter, like I was going to have him and not just hope he would have me.
If I wanted to make this happen, I had to make it happen with action. Not with words.
When this realization came to me, I finished my shower in what felt like record time. If Scott asked why…no, I wasn’t going to respond. I wasn’t going to make some quip about getting ready for danger. I was just going to go right up to him, throw my arms around him, and kiss him.
I was going to kiss him, I was going to get him naked, and then I was going to fuck him.
This was inevitable to me. I didn’t care how hard he fought. I knew he liked me. I knew I liked him. It wasn’t me forcing myself on him so much as making something we both wanted happen.
As soon as my skin felt smooth and clean to the touch, I shut off the shower. I contemplated just walking out without a towel on, but it was going to be far sexier if I just walked up to him, dropped the towel, and then took him. An innate urge for sex didn’t mean there couldn’t be some brief seduction along the way.
I wrapped the towel around my body but didn’t bother to tuck it in, nor did I bother to wrap a towel around my wet hair. If anything, I think Scott would be turned on by the hair dripping forward; it didn’t need to look perfect. It just needed to look wild.
I went to the half-open door and paused. Was I sure—
Yes, I was fucking sure. There was no question about this.
I opened the door. Scott was not in the main atrium of the bunker, probably back in the safe room that he’d locked himself in. If he had locked himself in there again, well, I guess there would be a little more seduction than I had originally planned. I walked down, my wet feet smacking the ground, and came to the door. Go for it.
I tried to open the door. It opened with ease.
Scott was sitting at his desk, looking over some files. He looked up at me and did not say a word. He stared at me intensely, as if daring me to do what I’d come here to do.
So I did.
I dropped the towel, revealing my wet, clean, naked body in full to him.
“Damn,” he said. “Looks just as fucking hot as it did yesterday.”
“And not even blindfolded this time,” I said as I sauntered over to him.
“We can’t do this,” Scott said. “I don’t care if I sound like a broken record. Kaylie, we cannot do this.”
But I expected that resistance. I sat in his lap, straddling his jeans and pressing my naked hips into his groin. I could feel him bulging. If he didn’t give it to me, I might just take him in his sleep.
“Yes, we can,” I said. “I want this. You want this. We need it.”
“Listen—”
I finally shut him up with the one thing that was arguably more intimate than sex.
A kiss.
And let me tell you, when I laid that kiss on him, it was quite literally like I’d flipped a switch on in him that went from “Can’t Do This” to “I Must Do This.” He stood up out of the chair, his arms holding me against his body, and carried me to the bed, his thick cock pressing against his jeans and all barriers removed almost instantly.
And when he pressed me on the bed, he did not let me move a single fucking muscle.
“You are mine now,” he said. “I warned you that we couldn’t do this. But you crossed that line. So you’re going to do it my way. Don’t expect me to give you an inch.”
“As if I wouldn’t want it that way,” I said.
“And the first thing we’re going to make you do is shut that little mouth,” he said. “Or, better yet, wrap it around my cock.”
He swung me over on top of him, suckling on my breasts as I arched my head up, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure radiate over me.
“What are you waiting for?” he growled. “Get down there and suck me off.”
I put my hands on his chest, dug in, and had to pull myself away from his mouth on my breasts. If I didn’t, I would never move from how he felt.
I got to his belt, unbuckled him, and started working on unbuttoning his jeans.
“Already excited, huh?”
“What did I say about not talking?”
I smirked. Damn, dude really did have a dominance streak.
I got his pants off and nearly gasped at the size of his cock. Certainly bigger than anyone I had been with. Not like it was of absurd size, but it had more girth than I had anticipated. I wrapped my hands around it and gently stroked.
“Fuck,” Scott said. “Good girl. But your mouth is what I want.”
I smiled and narrowed my eyes. I slowly lowered my head, extended my tongue out, and licked from the base to the tip. Scott said…something incomprehensible. Something told me it was kind of hard for him to speak right now.
“Not bad, huh?” I said with a laugh.
Scott grabbed my head, pushed me back on his cock, and bobbed me at the pace that he wanted until I got it. And then I understood—he was serious about me using my mouth for him and not to speak.
Luckily for him, I was more than happy to go along.
My head bounced as one hand stroked in unison and the other scratched his belly. Scott’s hands grabbed my hair, but now that I had a good rhythm going, they more just rested there.
“Sexy little bitch,” he said. “Good girl.”
I hummed and moaned over his cock. The vibration of doing so made him stiffen even more.
I went at him like this as long as I could, pausing for breath only sporadically. I was determined to make him come with my mouth—he wanted me to use it to suck him off? Well, I didn’t do anything halfway.
But then, just when I thought I was getting him near the point of no return, he pulled me off of him. He scooted back, pulled me in for a passionate kiss, and then shoved me on my back.
“You’ve crossed a line,” he said. “And now that you’ve crossed this line, I’m not going to stop until I’ve come in you.”
“Oh, I—”
He didn’t let me finish, sweeping me up in another kiss. He wasted no time at all going inside me, filling me and causing me to moan into his mouth.
He controlled everything that followed. The pace, how deep he went, what he wanted and how he did it…it all operated according to Scott. Even when I moaned his name, he suffocated it with another passionate kiss.
And I fucking loved it. I’d never had anyone control me like this. Everyone else had been afraid to do things or had needed time to build up.
Not Scott.
Scott fucking took what he wanted when he wanted and how he wanted it.
There was steady pace to Scott. It started fast, it continued fast, and when he started to make sounds like he was on the verge of climax, he somehow got even faster. His cock stiffened somehow even more in me, and I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back, pulling him in as close as I could.
“Scott, baby…” I moaned.
“Fuck!”
That was about the only word he could say right now. He was right there. His breath was increasing tenfold. He could barely form a coherent sentence.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…oh, fuck!”
He roared—it was almost literal—as he came. His cock quivered, unloading an enormous amount of warm seed in me. Oh, fuck, that felt incredible. As forceful as he was, his orgasms were the same—there was no small payload.
He gave me everything he had.
And when he finished the last of his orgasm into me, he collapsed onto my shoulder, exhausted. Finally, I had “vanquished” the DOM. The dominant had conquered the submissive. He had gotten what he’d wanted this whole time.
And I had gotten what I had been begging for.
“Holy fuck,” he said. “Holy…fuck.”
“You can say it a third time if you want,” I said with a giggle. “I don’t mind lying here a little longer.”
“Shit,” he said, and even he laughed. “We can’t stay this way for long, though.”
“We got a few minutes, though, right?”
Scott nodded against my shoulder. I kissed him gently on the cheek, wrapped my arms around him, and closed my eyes. We were far from out of the woods—or the beach, as it were. We had to get on a plane, escape Snake, land in New York City, and get me back to my mother. And then, after that, we would have to deal with the fallout of everything we had just done.
But you know what?
That was in the future. Those were things we’d worry about when we crossed that bridge. For right now, the present was mighty fine, mighty handsome, and mighty relaxing.
“All right,” Scott finally said after a few minutes. “Time’s up.”
It felt too soon still, but I understood we had a tight timeline. We could not just sit here and cuddle all night. Other people, other agents, my loved ones depended on us following the order of events.
“Get dressed.” His dominant tone had returned. “Get ready to roll.”
“I’m ready to roll wherever you want, sir.”
“You know what I mean,” he said. “It’s time to get off this damn island and get you the hell home.”
Chapter 15: Scott
I had no time to think about what I had just done.
If I spent any amount of energy devoted toward thinking about what our hookup meant, I would be diverting resources from staying alert during our escape. And for as much as Kaylie probably thought I was James Bond, the truth was, even James Bond had moments where the odds seemed seriously stacked against him. And I was no James Bond.
I was a DOM, but I was human. And if I was human, that meant I was at risk.
I hurried to get dressed, making sure to get some lightweight bulletproof armor on. I grabbed an additional set and ran it out to Kaylie, who, damnit, still had not gotten fully dressed. She had at least gotten her underwear on, so I didn’t have to feel that strong a temptation for a round two, but fuck, couldn’t she have eliminated all the risk?
Apparently, the answer was no.
I hurried back to my room and grabbed a couple of pistols. I also added as many clips as I could to my pockets. Snake’s men would be crawling through the island, and Snake would not give up until he won or until he had absolutely no chance of winning whatsoever. And Snake knew I was the same way.
In short, now that we’d reached this point, the stakes could not have gotten any higher—and the risk could also not have risen any further. We had to get to the airport while eluding the most dangerous man I knew and all of the men that he had trained. And then we had to get her onto the plane at the airport, have Liam escort us to safety, and then get off.
And then I had to figure out what I was going to have to do with this little brat, because…fuck me, I was starting to have feelings for her.
Feelings I would suppress until we got off of this island.
“I need you to be ready now, Kaylie,” I said as I came out of the room to, thankfully, finally see her dressed.
“I am,” she said, “and I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”
“OK. Good. Do exactly what I say. And I’m not going to repeat myself on this—do not disobey me. Now is not the time to play games.”
For what seemed like the first fucking time all trip, Kaylie finally listened to me without giving me sass. Maybe fucking her had done some good. Who knew? Maybe I should fuck her more and she’ll listen to me.
I led her to a secret garage on the backside of the bunker. Inside, an electric Jeep waited for us, a vehicle that would move with as much silence as a car possibly could. I put her in the back seat, told her to keep her head low, and backed out of the garage quietly. I had to drive the fifteen minutes out casually and slowly so as not to draw attention, but not so slowly that it raised alarms.
It, like pretty much everything that my job entailed, was a balancing act. Luckily, I hadn’t founded DOM on pure look.
I drove underneath the darkness of the night sky, looking up at the stars that flooded everything I saw. Under normal circumstances, I might have even called a sight serene. I could certainly understand the appeal of vacationing there.
But I did not want serene. I didn’t want chaos, but serene always felt so fragile, like it meant I had missed something. If I engaged with an enemy, I knew there was danger and I could take care of it. Quiet meant someone was lurking and, if I was lucky, searching; if I was unlucky, waiting. Either way, I was not at an advantage.
But as fate would have it, for the entirety of the car ride, not a single other vehicle passed us. No one crossed the street and stared at us suspiciously. In fact, it almost felt like I had somehow wound up on an abandoned island, with Kaylie and me the only people in this place.
It only heightened my senses, fearing that Snake would want us to drive to the airport uninterrupted so he could plan something there.
But when we got to the gate, as far as I could see, there were no problems. There was a private jet with the Greek letters for DOM, Delta Omega Mu. The Greek words didn’t mean anything other than being a code for the whole thing. To an outsider, it probably looked like a billionaire who couldn’t move on from college.
I shut the car off and paused. I listened for any rustling in the nearby vegetation, any distant four-by-fours, any helicopters. Nothing. The waves in the far distance made more noise than anything near me. Still not safe.
I turned back to Kaylie, who dutifully remained in the back, her head tucked between her knees and her hands over the back of her skull.
“We’re almost there,” I said in a low whisper. “You stay right by my side and do everything I say. If you want to live, you will do everything I say.”
“Geez, you make it sound so dramatic,” she said.
Damnit, I thought we left this back at the bunker. Guess she can’t let go of this so easily.
“We made it this far; what’s another couple hundred feet?”
“It gets progressively harder the further you go,” I said. “The last two hundred feet are the hardest. Don’t get cocky.”
But though Kaylie listened to me, her attitude worried me. She was feeling too cocky. If shit got hairy and she panicked, that was going to be a nightmare.
But nevertheless, as I cut an opening through the fence, she kept quiet. She kept her head low. It even sounded like she was keeping her breathing in control.
“Let’s move,” I whispered.
We stepped through the gate. I held her back, scanning the place. There was an empty sky tower in the far distance, the plane, and…nothing else. I pulled out a pistol in my right hand, ready for an ambush, and motioned for Kaylie to move.
“Come on,” I said. “Almost.”
We kept our bodies low, crouching, but moved quickly. The time for stealth was virtually at an end. There was only open space between us and the plane; if Snake or any of his men could see us, trying to crawl would not work in our favor.
We had about two hundred feet to go. Two hundred feet to get Kaylie home, ten million in my bank account…and questions about what we would do going forward.
One-fifty. By now, Liam should have given us some sort of sign from the plane. The door was open, so maybe that was it, but I felt like he should have signaled somehow.
One hundred. We could sprint—
BOOM!
“Shit!”
I tackled Kaylie to the ground as the plane exploded and debris scattered everywhere.
; “What the fuck?” Kaylie yelled, her voice in a panic.
I kept one hand on her, holding her down, as I scanned the place for enemies. There were none visible. But that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any.
“Come on!” I said, pulling her up by her arm. “We need to get back to the Jeep!”
Kaylie rose, and we abandoned all subtlety and sprinted back for the fence. I kept sweeping our six, making sure no one was coming, but the plane burned with no one else nearby.
But almost certainly, Liam had to have been on that plane. And as good as we were, as impressive as our skills were, we weren’t surviving a fucking plane explosion. By most trusted DOM agent, a guy I came very close to calling a friend, was dead.
Snake had just fucking killed one of my men.
What in the actual fuck was this bullshit? Snake never, ever took it this far. Why did this girl even matter to him that much?
Shit had just gotten real. Snake had crossed a fucking line. That motherfucker was going to pay. The game was over. War had taken its place.
“Scott!” Kaylie yelled. “I’m cramping!”
“I don’t have time!” I said. “And keep your fucking voice down! Come on!”
Kaylie hobbled as quickly as she could, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t really say I was sorry that I wasn’t sympathetic to her physical pain. I had just lost my fucking friend!
We got through the hole in the fence. I jumped in the Jeep and had the damn thing revving before Kaylie had even jumped in. I barely had the patience to let her in before I backed out and drove down the road in a hurry. Emergency vehicles blared past us. I was sure we looked suspicious, speeding away from an explosion like that, but no emergency vehicles bothered to turn around and pull us over.
Had to love shitty enforcement like that.
The entire drive back—which took almost half the time as the last go-around, considering I did not give a fuck if I sped or not—I kept my eyes half-peeled on the rearview mirror. Surely, we were being followed, right? If so, we couldn’t go back to the bunker. We’d just have to play this game of hide-and-seek as long as we could.
