Chapter Twenty-Three
Wyatt
She looks stunned, as tears stream down her face mixed with the cold rain. I can tell she’s pissed off at me, even if she doesn’t want to admit why. Her body reacts to mine without her even knowing it. But I can’t allow her to think she has the power here. Even though I went fucking crazy not being able to be around her for days. She wants to ignore me when I’m speaking to her, pretend she didn’t miss me when I was gone? She thinks I ignored her because I didn’t want to be around her, packages are going missing, and we are no fucking closer to figuring out who the hell is doing it. Stuart told us we could leave, and he was sending more men to take over. We went straight to Tiger and waited for them in the VIP section, but they are stubborn- to say the least. Her feelings are justified, but that doesn’t mean she gets to act this way. So, I will chase her. That’s what she wants. She wants me to come after her and prove to her that I want her. So, I will.
"Run," I command, my voice a low whisper, watching as she takes a hesitant step back.
Tilting my head slightly, I observe her retreat further. Her big brown eyes meet mine through her fluttering lashes. "Your time is running out, Little Dove," I warn, sensing her increasing agitation as her breathing grows heavier. She turns and runs. The storm is loud, and wet, and sets the ambiance I want for this. Little does she know, I will chase her to the end of the earth and then drag her back by her hair and chain her to me, so she can never leave again. God, I love this woman.
I watch her sprint off, granting her a generous minute head start. "Here I come, Little Dove," I murmur more as a warning than an announcement.
Setting off in the direction she fled, I feel the cool wind against my drenched skin, my clothes clinging uncomfortably. Pausing for a moment, I listen intently and pinpoint her footsteps veering to the right. Suppressing a smirk, I catch sight of her slipping behind a tree. I decide to play along, feigning ignorance as I dash past it and swiftly pivot left.
She's remarkably silent, I'll give her that. But tracking and hunting have been ingrained in me since I was old enough to drive. Tonight, however, my sole intention is to claim her in a way that leaves her trembling and satisfied.
I hear her veer off to the right, and I suppress the urge to chuckle. Circling back, I retrieve my phone. It's been at least fifteen minutes of her frantic running; she'll tire soon enough if she hasn't already.
I trail behind her, maintaining a safe distance where she can't spot or hear me. Not that she could, I'm certain the rush of adrenaline has filled her ears. Suddenly, she halts and bends over, her hand hovering near the buckle on the back of her head before she hesitates.
A smirk plays on my lips. She wants to remove it, but she's wary of provoking me further. Though truth be told, I'm not angry; she's free to believe whatever she wishes. I approach her from behind, and as soon as she hears my footsteps, I scoop her up, eliciting a startled scream. "Did you honestly believe you could outsmart me, Little Dove?" I murmur, feeling her trembling against me as she lets out a whimper .
I lay her down on the ground, and tears continue to stream down her face. Her hands flail out, landing weak hits on my chest. I catch them and pin them above her head. "Chasing you is something I'll never tire of, and I will always find you," I declare softly.
She transitions from wanting to push me away to clutching onto my shirt. "Pull your dress up and take off your panties, Blair," I command, observing her breath form fog in the cold air around us.
I rise to my feet, towering over her trembling form. With a steady hand, I peel off my shirt, feeling her gaze linger on my chest. Though her hands shake, she obeys my command. As she attempts to remove everything, I stop her. “Just your panties are coming off tonight, Blair.”
Leaning down, I drape my shirt over her eyes. Muffling the sound of her sob behind the gag. Rising back up, I press a gentle kiss on her cheek. "You're safe with me," I whisper, and she responds with a nod.
She takes her panties off and I grab them and stick them in my pocket. Rain is gathering on her neck and stomach, and she shivers. I’m already fucking hard from the moment I saw her in the club. It’s only intensified with the chase and what is to come. I pull out my cock and watch the women in from of me squirm. She loves/hates when I take away her senses.
I grab her hands, “I want you to reach between your legs, and open your pretty pussy for me, Little Dove.” She takes a shaky breath.
I want her to know that she wants this too. The fight between right and wrong eats at her mind. This will solidify that she wants me to. Plus, I want her to feel me slide into her wet cunt .
I lean up and watch her place her hands on either side of her already-soaked pussy and open it up for me. I lick my lips and position myself between her thighs.
She tenses when she feels me grab her legs and spread them wider. I hear her whimper when I rub the head of my cock over her swollen clit. She surprises me when she grabs onto my cock, causing me to hiss.
“Shit,” I groan when she rubs it up and down her clit. I feel her squirming underneath me.
She guides me to her entrance, and I wait to see what she is going to do. Pre-cum leaks from the head and it is now coating her pussy. She takes a deep breath and sticks her head in and cries out. Tears fall from her beautiful brown eyes.
I’m big and I knew it would hurt at first. “Fuck, Blair.” She moves her hands and grips my forearms.
“Put your hands back on your pussy and open it for me, now.” She does as I say.
I feel her fingers as I slide deeper into her. She tries to close her legs but I have them held open. I can hear her crying, “Almost there, Little Dove.” Pulling out and inching further in.
“So fucking tight,” I hiss as I pull out again and force her to take more of me.
I move a hand to her clit and start circling. She reacts instantly and her hips buck towards my hand. The motion pushes my cock in more and she screams. It’s taking everything in me not to fuck her hard and rough right now. I know she needs to stretch to accommodate me, but fuck I didn’t know it would feel this fucking good. I push the rest of the way in.
“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock.” Her body is tense and her legs shake .
“It’s all the way in and your pussy is already trying to milk me.” I start moving and a muffled scream comes from her.
“Such a good girl,” I lean over her and grab her hair.
“Do you want my cock, Blair?” She tries to speak but it’s gurgled noise.
“It’s all yours.” I kiss her cheek and lean up wrapping my hands around her throat. Her body has relaxed finally, and god damn I want to wreck my pussy, so nobody will ever satisfy it but me.
She feels so fucking good. Her wet cunt sucks me in like it’s been deprived of me her whole life. I squeeze her throat and she arches her back, tilting her head up to try to get air.
I begin moving, in hard long thrusts, moving faster as I go. Grabbing one of her legs, I place it over my shoulder to get in deeper. She starts fighting my hold on her.
“I will let you breathe when you come for me.” I feel her body tense under me.
I pound into her and groan when her pussy clenches my dick. “Fuck!” I pull my cock out and watch it go back in.
She goes to move her hands, “Don’t,” I warn.
“Come for me, Blair. Let me see what it looks like when you come all over my cock.” Her pussy clenches around me and her body stiffens. I feel the wetness seep from her cunt and onto my dick.
I release her, and she gasps for air, her breaths ragged. Specks of spit fly from her mouth as she struggles to catch her breath. "Such a good girl. You came so much for me, Blair," I praise her, holding her legs open wider. With a deliberate movement, I angle myself upward, hitting that spot that never fails to elicit a fervent moan from her lips.
She is still coming down from her high, but I want her to come one more time for me. I hit it over and over. Her breathing picks back up and then I feel her clench around my cock. She grabs onto my arms, digging her nails into me. I’ll allow it this time.
I thrust a few more times and she screams in ecstasy. It only takes me a few more pumps before I reach mine. I come deep into her cunt and it takes everything in me not to collapse on top of her. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life. I pull out and she whimpers at the loss of me inside her.
Taking her hands, I pull her to a sitting position. She’s so exhausted from running and then coming twice. I unbuckle the gag and put it in my pocket. She goes to take off the blindfold and stops, I chuckle.
“You can take it off.” She sighs and takes it off.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her soft, pink lips.
As her red-rimmed eyes meet mine, I'm momentarily stunned by the depth of pure love reflected in them. But I know she's not ready for that yet. She's still navigating her emotions, trying to make sense of them. “Can you walk?” I ask.
“I think so,” her voice is hoarse from screaming.
I rise to my feet, gently pulling her up alongside me. She adjusts her dress, a slight wince escaping her lips as she takes a few tentative steps. She reaches out, gripping my arm tightly, but remains silent. Peering down at her, I notice her eyes squeezed shut in discomfort.
After a few deep breaths, she bravely takes another step forward, only to wince once more. I bend down and pick her up bridal style and she grabs ahold of my neck and places her head on my chest. We aren’t far from the car but I’m not going to force her to walk when she is hurting.
“What hurts?” concern lacing my voice .
"I can feel the warm tears on my chest. She hesitates. "Tell me, please," I urge gently.
“M… My… I think you ripped me.”
I didn’t and I only know that because when I pulled out of her there was no blood. I would honestly not be surprised if I did, I wasn’t going easy on her.
“I’ll check you when we get to my place.” Her head whips up.
“Your house?” Her voice trembles.
“Yes,” is all I say.
She bites her lip but doesn’t fight it. She places her head back in my neck to shield herself from the wind and rain. I open the car door and place her in the passenger seat. Reaching into the back, I grab the towel. My bag is still in here from the hotel I stayed in while trying to find the son of a bitch who is stealing our shit. I lean over her and dry off her arms and face. When I get to her legs my cock becomes hard again. Her dress is crunched up and her shaved pussy is on full display. I’d love nothing else than to twist her around and eat her until the sun comes up.
I take the towel and dry off as much as I can when she stirs and opens her eyes. “Thank you.”
I lean up and kiss her, “Sleep, Little Dove. I’ll wake you when we get home.” She grabs my arm, pulling me in for another kiss.
Shutting her door, I make my way to the driver's side and get in, fix my sweatpants, and grab a dry shirt. I turn the heat up and take off towards my house. We’ve been driving for about twenty minutes when my phone goes off. I reach to unlock it and see an unknown number.
Unknown: It’s really too bad that you finally get the girl, only for her to be taken from you so suddenly .
My heart starts to race, and I look over at Blair, she’s softly snoring. I go to reply when a honk from a car gets my attention. I look over up through Blair's window and before I can react a truck rams into us from her side.