Savage Desires (Black Rose Doms Book 3)

Chapter 19

It doesn”t take longfor Willow to fall asleep. Her body relaxes, and her breaths become slow and steady. My cock is still buried deep inside her pussy. Her muscles clench around me every so often, even in her sleep. It feels so damn good. I want to fuck her again. Show her how good it can be between us, but she needs rest. I should move her so she”s more comfortable—I”m not exactly a soft place to lay—but I like her right where she is.

In fact, I think this is my new favorite way to sleep. I wonder what she would think if I demanded she sleep on top of me with my cock buried inside her freshly fucked pussy every night. It would probably scare the shit out of her to learn how obsessed I am after being inside her once. I knew it would happen. There was no other option. Burying my cock inside her was never going to end any other way. She was already mine, but now there”s no escaping me. I wouldn”t let her go now, even if she asked. I will chase her if she runs. There”s nowhere in this world she can hide from me.

The idea of her running and me chasing makes my cock throb inside her. She moans in her sleep, rocking her hips. I try to control myself, but she”s sleepily riding my cock, her pussy clenching around me. I thrust up, matching her sleepy movements. It doesn”t take long before she”s quietly moaning. Her pussy locks down on me as she comes, pulling me with her. My cock jerks inside her, filling her once again. We”re a fucking mess, and a better man would clean her up, but I”m not a better man. I like that her pussy is so full of me it”s a dripping mess.

Willow nuzzles my chest and lets out a little snore. Jesus, fuck, she was still asleep? I thought she woke up when she started moving on me. I should be horrified by what I”ve just done… I”m not. Not even a little bit. I”ve never experienced anything like that and decide here and now that it won”t be the last time. Especially since I”ve decided she”s going to sleep with her pussy full of my cock from now on. I”ll have her coming in her sleep every night after I fuck her until she passes out.

That thought settles something deep in my soul. It”s truer now than ever… Willow owns me just as much as I own her. I fall asleep with my whole world wrapped in my arms.

I wakeup to Willow”s low moans. She”s no longer plastered to my chest. I open my eyes to the hottest thing I”ve ever seen. Willow”s sitting on my cock, her hands on my thighs to steady herself as she moves. Her head is thrown back, and I can feel her hair tickling my skin as she rides me. I grip her hips, and her eyes fly open, meeting mine. Her movements falter, but I don”t let her stop. I use my hold to keep her riding me, thrusting into her from below.

”Naughty girl… fucking my cock without permission. Were you going to make yourself come?” I growl.

Her eyes widen, pupils blown from pleasure. ”Y-yes,” she says, her voice hitching when I pull her down harder onto my thrusting cock.

I tsk. ”This pussy is mine now. I own it. I own its pleasure. I own every orgasm. You don”t come without me,” I grind out, fucking her harder and faster until we are both panting.

”S-sorry… I won”t do it a-again…” She gasps out each word between moans.

I sit up, fist her hair, and crush my lips to hers. She buries her hands in my hair and kisses me back hungrily, bucking on my lap, chasing that orgasm she wanted to steal. She”s close, her pussy clenching around me. I release her hair so I can grip her hips, stilling her movements.

She whines, writhing in my hold. ”Please… I”m sorry!”

I nip her lip. ”From now on, if you need my cock, you ask nicely.”

”Yes, sir,” she says.

Her calling me ”sir” snaps my control. I pull her off me, my cock leaving her heat for the first time in hours. A rush of our mutual releases drips down her thighs when I pull her to her knees. The sight is so fucking hot. I want to take a picture to look at it whenever I want. Another time. I need back inside her too badly to waste time taking pictures. I push back inside her, bottoming out in one hard thrust. She cries out, clenching around me.

”Don”t you dare come until I tell you,” I grind out as I fuck her hard and fast. Plunging into her with so much force, she loses her balance and falls to her chest. The position tilts her ass higher, allowing me to go deeper with every thrust.

She”s moaning and whining. Her pussy fluttering around my cock. She”s fighting her body”s need to come so she won”t disappoint me. I want to deny her and see how far I can push her until she breaks, but that will have to wait for later. We”ve got time to test her limits since I”m never letting her go.

”Your cunt is squeezing me so perfectly. You want to come, don”t you, love?”

”I need to. Please, sir!” she begs.

”Come,” I say through clenched teeth as I fight off my own orgasm.

Her entire body locks up, her pussy clenching so tight I can barely move inside her. A rush of wetness pours past my cock. She fucking squirted. That”s all it takes for me to lose all control. I force my cock in and out of her still fluttering pussy until I come so hard I see stars. I swear to Christ, I black out for a minute because when I come to, I”m lying on top of Willow”s prone form, my cock still twitching inside her.

I slowly pull out of her pussy, another gush of liquid sliding down her slit. Her pussy is puffy and dark pink. She looks well fucked, and the primitive part of me is rejoicing. My cock twitches even though it”s spent. Jesus, this woman is going to kill me. I drop a kiss on her shoulder and stroke her back. Her eyes are closed, and she looks totally blissed out. I can totally relate because that”s exactly how I feel.

”You okay, beauty?” I ask gently.

She makes an incoherent sound that must be to the affirmative because her lips twitch up in a smile. I can”t pull my eyes away even though we need to shower and start the day. We only have a few days to prepare, and Willow is right that she needs to train. I”m also going to take her to the firing range and teach her how to shoot. Shooting people isn”t as satisfying as beating them with your fists, but it”s safer when they are twice your size. A gun will level the playing field, and that”s what I”m after.

I tuck her hair behind her ear, trailing my finger down her neck. Her eyes flutter open, and the air is stolen from my lungs by the look in her eyes. Her blue eyes are soft and trusting… if I didn”t know better, I would say there”s love in them, but that can”t be. If she knew half the things I want to do to her, there”s no way she”d be looking at me like that.

Unable to help myself, I steal a kiss from her. A huge miscalculation on my part because every brush of her lips against mine tells the same story as her eyes. It”s like she”s telling me without words that she loves me, and it”s fucking with my mind. I accepted a long time ago that love just isn”t for me, but this woman has stormed into my life, and all I can see is a future with her. I didn”t think I was capable of loving someone the way they deserve; now that I”ve met Willow, I know differently.

I push away those thoughts. We need to focus on getting through Saturday, then we can explore our feelings more fully. Right now, I need to focus on keeping my promise to let Willow help while keeping her safe. That”s my highest priority. Her safety is everything to me because there is no longer a me without her. I will burn this whole fucking world to the ground if even one hair on her beautiful head is harmed. It”s irrational because the risk she will take just being involved in the takedown is huge.

”We need to get cleaned up. We”ve got a busy day,” I say.

”Will you shower with me? I really like it when you wash my hair,” she asks shyly.

I can”t hold back my happy smile at her confession. I knew she enjoyed me messing with her hair, especially when I brush it, but she is confirming how much she likes it. She”ll never wash her own hair again. I”ll wash it and brush it from now until the day I die.

”Of course, love.”

I drop a kiss on her forehead, then stand from the bed. She groans when she moves to get up, and I almost feel bad for being so rough with her, but I know she loved every second and begged for more. I have mercy on her and pick her up, carrying her into the bathroom. The water heats quickly, and I step under the spray, setting her on her feet so the hot water is to her back. She lets out a low moan of pleasure as the water rains down on her.

”I could live in here. I”ve missed the hell out of hot showers. They were only allowed before big parties or events like the auction. Not to mention the water pressure. This is heavenly.”

Every time she reveals another piece of her captivity, I get even more pissed off, and it just reaffirms my desire to spoil and pamper her like a princess. She”ll be my spoiled princess by day and my cock warmer by night. Sounds like the perfect fucking life to me.

I wash Willow”s hair, massaging her scalp as I shampoo and then condition it. I pour body wash into my palm and meticulously clean every inch of her body. She reaches for the soap, and I take it from her hand. If she so much as touches me with wet, soapy hands, I won”t be able to hold back. I”ll have her pinned to the wall with my cock balls deep before she knows what hit her.

She pouts a little but doesn”t argue. She also doesn”t look away as I wash myself. Even though I”m being quick and efficient, she”s still watching me like I”m putting on a sexy show. The temptation to stroke my cock while she watches is huge, but I manage to hold back. I need to control myself and remember my purpose beyond claiming Willow. Protecting her must come first.

Once dressed, I make simple cheese omelets with toast and strawberry preserves for breakfast. She eats nearly everything on her plate this time, which pleases me. Even though only a few bites are left, I finish what she didn”t eat. That soft look is in her eyes again as she watches me. I”ll lick every crumb from her plate at every meal to keep her looking at me that way. Despite telling her she doesn”t need to, she helps me clean up the breakfast mess.

”What are we doing today?” she asks while drying the last plate.

”We”re going to the firing range, then to the gym. I want to see what a fierce little warrior you are.”

She rolls her eyes. ”You already saw me in action.”

I tap her nose. ”Don”t be sassy. You know you weren”t at your best. Now that you”re not starving and are well-rested, I want to assess your strengths and help with your weak points.”

”Fair enough. It”s been a long time since I”ve done any kind of sparring. My muscle memory isn”t what it used to be. Still, I mentally ran through my training every day to make sure I never forgot how to defend myself if the chance ever arose.”

I pull her into my arms. ”Good girl. You”re so damn strong.”

She shrugs. ”My dad always said I was too stubborn for my own good, but that it”s what made me such a good fighter. I didn”t let my fears limit my success. I pushed past my limits because they are merely a barrier that keeps you from reaching your full potential.”

”Very wise.”

”I had a good role model,” she says wistfully.

I want to dig deeper into why she doesn”t want to look into her father. There”s too much going on right now for us to lose focus to deal with any emotional fallout or distraction looking for him could bring. I don”t know how she will react if her fears are confirmed. I”ll be there for her when she decides it”s time to find him, but I won”t push for now.

”Come with me,” I say, leading Willow back to my bedroom and into my closet. ”My safe is in here. I want you to know how to get into it in case you ever need anything.”

She looks at me, confused. ”What could I possibly need from your safe?”

I show her how to access the security panel by pushing on a particular spot on the wall. I put my palm on the reader, and it clicks open. She gasps when the whole wall opens. It”s actually a steel and concrete reinforced door leading to my armory/saferoom.

”That”s some crazy James Bond shit…”

I chuckle. ”Definitely not James Bond, beauty.”

”No, I suppose not. I”d rather have a dark knight anyway. I don”t want a hero that wants to save the world… I want someone that”ll burn it down to save me.”

I pull her against my chest and cup her face. ”You got him, love. I”ll let the whole goddamned world burn to keep you safe. You”re my priority now and always.”

She sighs happily, turns her head, and kisses my palm. ”I feel the same. I would burn down the world for you, too.”

”We”ll burn it together if we have to,” I promise.

I release her and walk to the desk where my computer equipment is set up. There are several screens. Multiple camera feeds from security cameras here in the building fill two screens. The others are left for when I don”t want my tech people involved in what I”m doing. I open the security program and set up a second profile for Willow.

”Put your hand here,” I say, pointing to the palm reader. It takes a few seconds to scan her into the system. ”Okay, you have access to this room if you ever need it. My brothers are the only people that know it exists other than myself. If anything happens while you”re here, I want you to come to this room and stay until I come for you.”

”I”m not the kind of person who backs down from a fight,” she says, a stubborn jut to her chin.

”I”m not saying you should back down from a fight, but the people we”re going after won”t fight fair. It”s not a weakness to retreat and regroup. Don”t take stupid risks with your safety.” My tone brokers no argument, and she seems to realize that because she simply nods her agreement.

”Let me show you my toys…”

I walk her through the room, showing her my stash of cash, the keys to my vehicles, and finally, my vast collection of firearms, knives, and explosives.

”A rocket launcher? Why on earth would you need a rocket launcher?” she asks, looking at me like I”m crazy.

I smirk. ”It was a birthday present from a friend.”

”Some friend. All I ever got was Target gift cards,” she says deadpan.

I bark a laugh. ”Don”t be jealous, love. I”ll make sure you get fun toys for all your birthdays.”

She shakes her head. ”You”re a menace.”

I kiss her hard and fast. ”Your menace, beauty. Only yours.”

I pack up a duffle with what we need for the range. I smirk at how wide her eyes get with every new item I add to the bag. She probably thought I would teach her how to shoot a little and call it good. I want her to be proficient in several types of firearms. You never know when you”ll end up in a gunfight and need to pick up someone else”s gun to protect yourself. She needs to learn to be comfortable with anything she could come across.

”I think that”s everything,” I say, zipping the bag. ”Let”s go shoot stuff.”

”Yay,” she says sarcastically.

”So sassy,” I scold, giving her ass a playful spank.

She frowns at me, rubbing her butt. ”Mean.”

”You love it.”

Her cheeks flush, letting me know how much she does like it when I spank her. I can”t wait to spank her sexy ass red while I”m fucking it. My cock is instantly hard at the thought of fucking her ass. I swear I”m going to spend every minute I”m with this woman hard as a rock.

The shooting range is a twenty-minute drive from my building. Willow decides we should get to know each other better, so we play twenty questions. We keep it light and easy. Learning favorite colors, movies, TV shows, music, books, sports… We actually have quite a bit in common.

We like the same types of movies and music. Neither of us is big on TV, and we both like MMA, boxing, and football. Books we”re total opposites. She”s a romance reader, and I”m horror and thrillers. Her favorite color is any shade of pink, while mine is dark blue. We”re debating on whether Italian food is superior to Chinese when I park in front of the range.

”Face it, Chinese food is superior. You wouldn”t have your precious pasta if the Chinese hadn”t invented it,” I say with a cocky smirk.

Her lips tilt up in her own smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement. I love that she”s comfortable enough to argue with me, even if it is over something as silly as pasta.

She tsks. ”It”s a myth that Marco Polo introduced Italy to pasta after his trip to China. Italy had its own form of pasta, which is believed to date back to the Etruscans. Sure, he brought new methods of making pasta, but the people of Italy were making pasta long before Marco Polo.”

My eyes widen in surprise, making her giggle. ”I was a bit of a nerd in my old life… Useless facts are my superpower.”

I squeeze her thigh. ”There”s no such thing as useless information. You just won an argument about pasta that you would”ve lost without that knowledge.”

She laughs. ”I wasn”t going to lose because nothing is better than Italian food. Lasagna with all those cheeses and rich sauce… a little Italian sausage. Delicious. Plus, Italian food just gets better as leftovers. Chinese food does not.”

I put my hands up. ”I concede. Italian is superior.”

She kisses my cheek. ”Smart man. Now, let”s go shoot some shit!”

The range is empty save for the owner, T.J. He”s another member of my band of misfits, but he stays in the background, supplying guns, ammo, and any other weapons required for the cause with a steep discount.

He looks like an unassuming thirty-something man, but he”s one of the most dangerous men I know. He”s deadly with any weapon you put in his hand and excels in any kind of hand-to-hand combat. He might be slightly shorter than me and more leanly muscled than I am, but he”s still one of the most challenging men I”ve gone up against in the ring. He”s also the leading arm”s dealer on the East Coast. He isn”t someone to fuck with.

”Hey, man,” he says when we walk in. ”I got you all set up in back. Cleared the place out like you asked.”

”Appreciate it. Willow, this is T.J. he owns the place.”

T.J. scoffs. ”What this asshole means to say is, ”this is T.J., my friend who nicely shut down business on one of the busiest days of the week so he could bring his girlfriend in for a date.””

Kisten glares, and I giggle. ”Nice to meet you, T.J. Sorry your asshole friend made you shut down your business for me.”

”No big deal. I”m just giving him shit. He needs to fucking relax a little,” T.J. says.

Willow tucks her hand around my arm and leans against me. ”No rest for the wicked or the weary.”

”Truer words,” he agrees.

”If you”re done flirting with my girl, I”d like to get started,” I say through gritted teeth.

”It”s called making conversation, jackass. You should try it sometime. Grunts and caveman sounds don”t count,” T.J. says, giving me shit like always.

Willow is watching our back and forth with amusement. I don”t give him the dignity of a response. I stomp to the door that leads back to the shooting lanes. I”m mildly surprised that T.J. buzzes us in without any more needling. He knows what”s at stake and how important it is for Willow to learn. I”m glad because there”s an unfamiliar anxiousness growing inside me with every passing minute.

Knowing I”m willfully putting Willow in a dangerous situation goes against my every instinct. I don”t know what I”ll do if anything happens to her… I force those worries away for now. No use focusing on something that might never happen. Especially if I give her every advantage possible.

I unload the duffle on the table, matching guns with clips and ammo. I go through every weapon with her, showing her how to turn safeties on and off and how to reload everything from a revolver to an AK-47 and shotgun. I tell her how to troubleshoot basic things that can go wrong with the various guns. She watches and listens carefully, asking pertinent questions for clarification. I”m impressed by how quickly she picks things up. I have her load and unload each firearm multiple times, making sure she”s comfortable with handling all of them before I hand her safety glasses and ear protection.