Chapter Twenty
Blair
I woke up feeling sore and even more exhausted than I did when I went to sleep. I stretch my arms and find them free of the handcuffs. I pull them to my chest and rub my wrists, they are raw from pulling on them so much last night. Wyatt woke me up three times, I must have fallen asleep that last time. I stretch my arms out and look over to find the bed empty.
I replay the events of last night and look at my feet. They are fucking gross, covered in blood and dirt. I need a shower. I get up and groan, my body aches and my feet hurt so bad like I ran across glass for hours. I slowly make my way to the bathroom, and I hear the shower going. I take a deep breath and open the door, steam fogs the mirror. I debate on just leaving and waiting for him to get out. I look down and feel so gross. I need to shower and clean these cuts. I have a long scratch on the back of my arm from falling last night.
I step forward and then stop. What the fuck are you doing? I shake my head and turn to leave when the shower door opens. “Come here,” his voice breaks my inner monolog, and I freeze.
I close my eyes cursing myself. “I can see the shower is occupied at the moment, I’ll wait.” I take a step.
“Blair,” he warns, and I sigh .
I turn around and meet his blue eyes. His short black hair is a mess from the shower. He’s fully naked and I can’t keep myself from roaming his body. His sharp jawline, with a five o’clock shadow, to his perfectly sculpted body. Like he was made by a god and thrown into the world for us peasants to drool over. He is covered in tattoos but the one that sticks out the most is a snake. It starts at his wrist and wraps around his arm all the way to his neck with a diamond in its mouth. I follow the next tattoo down his chest, it’s a lion but it looks dead, with a scar on its right eye. I follow the trail of tattoos and see his hard cock and gasp and turn around. “You know, if you’re going to eye fuck me from afar, the least you could do is listen to me when I give you an order.” There’s that fucking word again, order.
“I am not your property- you do not own me. And I have my own mind, you don’t order me around- you ask.” I clench my fists and he chuckles.
“Come here, Blair,” his voice leaves no room for negotiation.
I take a deep breath and cut my losses, I need to shower. I stomp towards him, dunk under his arm, and get in the shower- giving him my back. I hear him growl and the next thing I know I’m being pushed up against the shower wall. My instinct is to apologize instantly but I shut my mouth instead.
“You are not my property, Little Dove. But you are mine,” he moves my hair from my ear and kisses underneath it.
I melt into him, I hate him. He lets go of my arm he pinned behind my back and I place them on the wall to steady myself. “Don’t order me around like I can’t make decisions on my own,” I try to sound fierce, but I sound like a damn kitty cat instead of a damn lioness .
“When we are behind closed doors, I will order you around all I want to, and you will listen to me,” he kisses my shoulders.
His words are doing something to my body, that I don’t understand. It’s like my vagina has a brain of her own and she loves being degraded and humiliated. I have always wanted someone to take the choices away from me, to dominate me. But he is a complete stranger, yet I feel the safest with him near me. It’s fucked up I know- it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.
“And outside this house?” I whisper.
He turns me around and water is spraying my face now- I feel like I’m drowning. He steps into the stream of water and grips my chin. “Make no mistake, Blair. You are my woman, my equal. I will treat you with the respect you deserve and nothing less. But here, behind closed doors, you are my whore.” A tear runs down my face and he leans in and kisses it away.
“Why?” I can’t help but ask, and he leans back smiling.
“That is for another time, right now we need to get ready for dinner with your mother.” Oh my god, I forgot about that.
“You can’t come!” I rush out and he raises a black brow at me.
“What I mean is, we uhm…” I don’t even know what to say.
“It’s not up for discussion.” I narrow my eyes.
“Wyatt, you can’t go,” I fold my arms over my chest, and he smirks.
“Don’t you dare,” I step back but can’t go anywhere, my back is already pushed against the wall.
I put my arms out to stop him, but he grabs them and pins them at my side, he steps into me. His minty breath with a hint of cigarette smoke, god it's so sexy, fans my cheek. I swallow nervously and try to free my hands.
“Blair, I am coming to the dinner to meet your mom and her new boyfriend. You will introduce me as your boyfriend and we will go from there.” My eyes almost bulge out of my head.
“Boyfriend? What? Do I get any say in, I don’t know, my relationship?” I almost choke from the water spraying over his shoulder.
“Wait! How do you know about the dinner with my mom?” I didn’t even tell Elena that it was rescheduled.
“Y… you have cameras in my house, don’t you?” He smirks and lets go of me, giving me his back.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Wyatt? Cameras?” He says nothing as he finishes washing himself and he steps out.
“You have ten minutes. And no, you are mine,” he says before closing the shower door.
I knew he had to have some way to keep track of me. He walked into my home like he knew every inch and now I know why. He put in my code, has a damn key made all for himself. I think back to when the guys were setting up my security system. “WYATT!” I scream and stomp out of the shower to my room.
“You sent Kade to come set up my security system?” It’s not a question.
“He gave you the information you needed! Why am I not surprised.” He turns around and sees my dirty body still.
He looks at his watch, “I see you made your choice,” I look down and back up when I see him coming towards me.
“What? No, I am taking a shower,” he keeps walking towards me.
“Wyatt, I’m serious. Stop,” he tilts his head .
I step out of the room, slam the bedroom door shut and run to the shower. He comes in right behind me and opens the door. I am pouring soap onto my luffa. He sighs and shuts the door.
I wash up, quickly step out of the tub and gasp when I see a pair of blue eyes staring at me from the counter. “Twelve minutes,” he announces, and I bite my lip.
“You put cameras in my home and ordered your bitch to come watch me.” I shrug and he laughs.
“He’s going to love hearing that you called him my bitch.” I place my hands on my hip.
“I took two extra minutes, you stalked me. I say we are even.”
“Not even close,” he jumps off the counter and leaves the room.
He always makes my pulse race and my hands sweat. So un-fucking-attractive. I take a deep breath, run a brush through my hair, and brush my teeth fast.
I step into my room and see that his back is turned to me. He’s in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit and black dress pants with shoes to match. My mouth waters at the sight of him. His tattoos are visible, and I would like nothing more than to run my tongue all over them. His hair is combed back, and he smells like Creed Aventus cologne. He turns around and I know I’m caught by the smug look on his face.
I ignore his gaze and walk to my closet next to him. Before I get inside, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him causing me to gasp. “Jesus Wyatt!”
“Do you like what you see, Little Dove?” He whispers in my ear, and I clench my thighs.
I feel the slickness already forming between my legs. There is no denying that this man is attractive. He has trained my body, in such a short time, to react to him just like he wanted. His free hand grips my throat, making it hard to breathe. He tilts my head back to look at him and I stop breathing on my own. This man is sexy, and he wants me. Why? I have no idea, but I don’t want to fight it anymore. Every logical part of me is screaming to run but I ignore it.
“I have something for you.” He kisses my forehead and lets go of my throat but not my waist.
He turns us around and I land unsteadily on my feet, but he keeps me upright. I look on my bed and see a black dress with black panties. He wants us to match Great.
I nod and go to move but he keeps me still. I realized I had not once looked at the clock. I took what he said at face value and did what I was told. “What time is it?” I ask as he kisses my neck.
I hear him breathe in, “It’s almost five.” His hands trail over my very naked body, and I can’t help the small whimper that escapes.
I slept all damn day. I look outside and it’s not raining for once; just cloudy. “Get dressed, but don’t put your panties on yet.” The way he says panties has my heart rate pick up.
He kisses my shoulder one more time and lets go. I don’t move until he steps away. I glance over my shoulder and see him finishing getting ready. I pick the dress up and slip it on. It’s not the one that was in my closet. It fits me like a glove. Hugs every curve on my body and the front has a small V-shaped neckline, that shows just enough cleavage. It has a small slit on my right thigh. “It’s beautiful, did you pick it out.” He turns to look at me his gaze turning heated.
My hands begin to sweat from the way he is roaming my body. I start fidgeting with my hands. “I did,” he finally says .
I want to ask how he knows my size, but I keep it to myself. Knowing him, he’s been in my closet and who knows what else. “Thanks.” His smile stuns me silent.
Not a fake one that I see at the club when someone is talking to him, but a real heart-stopping smile. I want to keep it there forever. He leans down grabs something, then holds out black heels for me. Taking them, I return his smile.
He walks to the bed and grabs the panties off the bed. “Sit,” he nods to the bed.
I hate being ordered like a dog, but I do it because we are running behind. I sit in front of him and fold my hands in my lap. He bends down and my breath catches. I watch him lift my leg up and thoughts of him in between my legs heats my core. A man like him bending on his knees for me is definitely a sight to see. I blush when he looks up at me. “What?” He says seductively and I shake my head.
I know damn well, he knows what. I bite my lip when he grabs my other leg and slips it into the whole of my panties. He peels something off them and sticks it in his pocket. “What was that?” I ask, skeptical now.
“They’re new.” He shrugs and when he reaches my thighs I press them together.
He growls and reaches up, prying them open. “Don’t.” I reach down and grab his hand. Why am I so nervous?
“Move,” he demands.
I close my eyes and move my hand. I feel his knuckles brush my inner thigh and he stops. I swallow hard, I can feel my face heating up, embarrassment is threatening to consume me. I refuse to open my eyes, so we sit here in an awkward silence for what seems like forever.
“Look at me,” he finally says, and I shake my head.
“Can you just, pull them up.” I wave my hands down to where his rests on my thigh .
I’m thrown on my back and I gasp and my eyes spring open. He’s in between my legs with my dress pushes up on my hip and my panties sit right above my knee. “Why are you embarrassed?” He searches my eyes for the answer.
“I’m not,” it comes out high-pitched and I roll my eyes.
“I shouldn’t be feeling how I feel. You stalked me, terrorized me, and killed people because I brought them home. It’s wrong that I find you so attractive,” I admit, “That I am not afraid of you the way I should be.”
He nods his head like he actually understands, “I have stalked you since you were ten.” My mouth falls open.
“I scared you because this is what it does to your body,” he runs his knuckles over my pussy, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“I killed whoever touched what was mine,” he growls, “And I will always do that.”
He slides a finger into me, and I bite my lip. “I do not apologize for how I chose to insert myself into your life, Blair. I am only sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” He leans in and captures my mouth.
It’s like he is sucking my very soul from my body, and I let him. His tongue trails my lower lip and I open up for him. He deepens the kiss, curling his finger up having me see stars.