Chapter 15
Ya Ne Mogu Dyshat’ Bez Tebya
The door closed, and Marigold’s gaze shot to Hunter. Her heart pounded in her chest like a wild tribal drum. How could they have left her here—alone—with him.
A low, cold chuckle rumbled from his broad chest as he crossed his arms, only further accentuating how massive he truly was. “They think you’ve accepted your circumstances. They think they claimed you. But you still flinch when I walk in a room.”
Her pulse leapt when he pushed off the wall and sauntered closer to the bed.
Bending at the waist, he made a show of sniffing her, scenting her like an animal.
She could only imagine what she might smell like, freshly fucked, drenched in semen and sweat, tied and exposed, helpless against his inspection.
She closed her eyes as heat crested her cheeks and mortification burned through her.
“That fear?” He whispered, closer than he’d been a second ago. “It’s mine. And I’m not sharing it with anyone.”
Necessity forced her to open her eyes. She didn’t trust him, didn’t know what he intended to do to her. “I thought you weren’t interested.”
“I’m not.”
She hated that his rejection still stung. It didn’t matter how much she feared his touch, it bothered her that she couldn’t make him want her.
He loosened the rope and adjusted the pully so her legs lowered to the bed.
“Stone thinks he owns your submission.” He unlatched the ankle cuffs.
“Ash believes he has your passion.” Moving to the headboard, he loosened the binds at her wrist. “But I’ll have something they never will.
Your choice. And I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to ask me. To beg me.”
Marigold sat up, but never took her eyes off him. He prowled around the room like a caged predator. Mapping every inch, commanding every corner. No matter what room Hunter entered, he owned it. Claimed it.
Scooting back toward the pillows, she shifted to her knees and drew her torn sweater dress together to hide her body. “I don’t beg.”
“We both know that’s a lie.” Noting her protective posture, he scoffed.
“Relax. When I take you—if I take you—you won’t be exhausted from them.
” He opened a drawer and removed a folded towel and a custom-wrapped bar of artisan soap, tossing both on the foot of the bed.
“You’ll be fresh. Aware. Present for every second.
” He paused to let that sink in, then said, “Clean yourself up. You reek of sex, and we have work to do.”
When he left the room, she sagged with relief, letting out a breath she’d been holding since he walked in. Lifting her sweater, she sniffed her skin and drew back. He was right. She reeked of sex.
Gathering the soap and towel, she slipped into the attached bathroom.
It wasn’t as elegant as the one in her room, but it was still state-of-the-art and gorgeous.
The second the water hit her breast she hissed.
Her nipples were sore and swollen. She wondered how long they would stay hard from the clamps.
She showered quickly, but didn’t know what to do about clothes. When she exited the bathroom in a towel, Ash was waiting by the bed.
She stilled at the sight of him, relieved than furious. “You left me.”
“You okay?”
Crossing the room in fast strides, she ignored him. “Go away. You’re good at that.”
“Hey!” He caught her arm. “You know the rules.”
“This isn’t about rules. This is about you playing a joke and losing control. You think I can’t tell when you’re teasing me? You never meant for Hunter to get involved.”
“You’re right. But what was I supposed to do?”
“What is this power he has over you and Stone? Is he, like, you’re leader?”
He scowled. “Fuck no. We don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Except Hunter, apparently.”
“If you knew him, you’d get it. Sometimes, it’s easier just to skip the argument with Hunter. Besides, I knew he wouldn’t hurt you.”
“What gave you that impression? The choking? Or was it when he shoved me down on the counter and threatened me?”
“We promised to protect you. We keep our word. And Hunter would never hurt an innocent woman.”
“That’s not how he sees me.” She wasn’t going to explain the terror Hunter inspired. He should know from simply watching his brother’s animalistic actions. “I need clothes.”
“So go get them.”
She frowned, annoyed by his indifference. “You’re so annoying.”
His brows lifted. “I’m not your servant, Marigold. If you’re going to live here, you’re going to have to learn how to take care of some things yourself.”
“So much for all that tender aftercare bullshit,” she snapped, snatching her boots off the floor.
“Wait.” He caught her arm again, before she could get out the door. “Did you like having us both inside of you?”
“Oh, my God.” She tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.
“Did you?”
Her face burned with evidence of just how much she’d enjoyed being tied up and taken by both men. “That’s what you care about?”
“Yes. Your pleasure’s important to me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I liked everything but the blowjob.”
He backed her into the door, using his body to overwhelm her. “Liar.”
“Guess you’ll never know.”
He tugged the towel loose.
“Ash, don’t.” The towel fell to the floor, and the heat of his clothed body burned into her skin.
“Let me make it up to you.” His lips teased the sensitive slope of her neck as he nuzzled her shoulder, gently cupping her breast.
“I hate you.” She sucked in a sharp breath when his thumb treaded lightly over her abused nipple.
“Sore?”
“Yes.”
“Poor baby.” He bent his head and licked over her swollen nipple ever so tenderly.
Her breath hitched as he pulled the tip into his mouth with extreme care. She was suddenly grateful for the support of the door as she let her head fall back.
“See, you can’t hate me. I’m the one who understands you. I see you, Marigold. The real you. You can’t blame me for wanting you.”
Her eyes closed as he placed tender kisses over her breasts and teased his fingers between her thighs.
“Are you sore here?” He gently slithered a finger inside of her heat. “Was Stone’s big cock too wide for your pretty pussy?”
No one had ever spoken so crassly to her or discussed sexual acts with such casual ease. She smirked. “It’s bigger than yours.”
He chuckled, scraping his teeth over her flesh. “I won’t deny it. Just wait until you see Hunters.”
“Don’t bring him up.”
“Will you fight him? Tell him no?”
She honestly didn’t know how she would respond when that time came. Hunter was twice her size. She was no match for him. “Unlike you, I keep my word.”
“That’s because you’re a good girl.” He dropped to his knees, spreading kisses over her hips and lower belly. “And I kept my word. Hunter didn’t hurt you. I was watching the whole time.”
Her lips parted as he pressed her thighs apart, and cocked her hips forward. He took a long swipe with his tongue and she moaned at the first lick, then he delved deeper and she shut her eyes.
“That’s it. Let Ash take care of you, printessa.” He gently stroked his fingers in and out of her as he sucked softly on her clit. It shouldn’t have been enough to push her to orgasm, but he was so skilled with his mouth, she found herself climaxing on his tongue in no time.
He growled and laved up every drop, urging her to do it again.
“Ash…” She ran her fingers through his soft hair, pulling him closer as he speared her with intoxicating strokes of his tongue and fingers. She called out his name, breathless and panting for more.
Her knees softened as every muscle twitched and dance from her toes to the top of her spine. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor, with Ash sliding into her.
“You do this every time. You say nothing will happen and then…”
He kissed her to shut her up, his hips driving slowly as he fucked her deep. She didn’t know how anyone could have such stamina. Just as he was about to come, he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head.
“Look at me.” He thrust slowly, deeply. “Look what you do to me.”
She watched as he came apart. The intensity. The passion. The awe. So many emotions danced across his beautiful face as he finished inside of her.
Only when he was done, did he release her wrists and drop to rest his head on her chest. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of being inside of you.”
She sighed, irritated by how easily he could get her to forgive him. Part of her still wanted to be mad at him. “Now, I have to shower again.”
“No.”
She sat up on her elbows. “Excuse me?”
“Leave it. And no bottoms. I like the thought of it dripping out of you.”
“Ash—”
“It’s an order.”
She wondered what he’d do if she refused. She also wondered what he’d do if she obeyed. Would it drive him wild to see his release glistening on her thighs? She couldn’t deny getting off on the thought.
“Okay.”
He helped her up off the floor. Giving her a slight twirl, he inspected her body for rug burns and hickeys.
“I love seeing my marks on your skin.” He traced an especially dark hickey from yesterday, met her stare, and pinched her nipple.
“Ash!”
He cupped her breast and kissed her. “My little printsessa.” He opened the door and took her hand. “Let’s go find you some clothes.”
“Wait, my towel.”
“You don’t need it.” When she hesitated, he pulled her forward. “Let them see how regal you truly are.”
What was this hold he had over her?
She walked back to her room wearing only a blush. No doubt Stone and Hunter enjoyed the show from whatever vantage point they had.
Once dressed in a skin-tight mini dress Ash had chosen, she followed him back to the bear den.
He’d gotten a text from the others that told him to hurry, so she twisted her hair into a messy bun of curls and rushed after him.
She wasn’t letting any of them ditch her after all they put her through today.
“You could have let me find shoes.”
“You look cute in the socks.”