Celeste Chapter 9
Stupid, stupid idiot, I lectured as I ran for Hulk’s house.
His pounding footsteps and his yells for me to stop were the last things I’d allow to slow me down.
I was getting Natalya’s stuff and seeking out Twisted and Zari to see if they’d let me bunk for the night with Capri.
If it was too much, there were plenty of others, or I’d ask for a room at the clubhouse.
If I hadn’t had alcohol, I’d get Capri and drive out of here, but I’d never driven even after one drink.
Maybe it would be best to tell Capri to drive us home.
Staying here until morning, and facing everyone after making a fool of myself, was the worst nightmare I could imagine.
Flying through the glass door, I barely slowed down.
I went to the guest bedroom with its own bathroom.
It was the one Hulk had loaned me for the night.
The duffle was on the chair across from the bed.
I snagged it and tossed it on the bed. Racing into the bathroom, I began gathering the items Natalya had loaned me.
Suddenly, I was spun around by a hand on my arm.
Standing there, looking half-bewildered and half-angry, was Hulk.
God, even at a time like this, when I wanted to scream and scratch his eyes out, he still affected me.
I wanted to kiss him again. To feel his erection pressed against my clit.
I wanted his hands to be on my naked skin, then his mouth.
I wanted him to fling me on the bed, tear off my clothes, and, as he held me there, to fuck me. My latest fantasy came to life.
“What the hell are you doing? Put that shit down. You’re not going anywhere. You’re sitting down and listening to me,” he barked.
Dropping the shampoo, I shoved him. He didn’t move. Growling in frustration, I used both hands and tried again. He remained still.
“Get the fuck away from me, Hulk. I don’t care to hear anything you have to say. Go back to the clubhouse. I’m sure one of those women will be more than happy to listen to you,” I sneered.
“I’m not going anywhere until you explain to me what happened.”
This time, I didn’t attempt to shove him.
Instead, I brought my knee up. He saw it and deflected the move, but by doing so, he let go of my arms. Fuck the stuff, I thought as I darted around him and ran for the door.
I made it four steps before I was picked up, twirled around, and then flung over Hulk’s shoulder.
I screamed and pounded on his back, but he didn’t even grunt.
What he did do was stroll out of the guest room and across the living room.
When I saw where he was headed, I increased my struggles.
A hard slap to my ass was what it earned me.
The heat that shot through me from one slap made my clit throb and my breasts tingle.
A moan escaped before I could stop it. And my bottom half squirmed. I swore I heard him chuckle.
“Put me down, goddamn you!” I shouted.
“No.”
“You have no right to do this. You can’t stop me from leaving here. I’m going home.”
By then, we were in his bedroom. I was tossed onto the bed. Before I could roll off it, Hulk was straddling me. My wrists were shackled by one of his hands above my head. His eyes were blazing.
“You need to let me up, Hulk. If you don’t, Agony won’t be happy. It’s late. I changed my mind. Capri and I are going home tonight.”
“And how do you expect to get there? Your keys are here. I can take those easily,” he told me.
“I’ll just ask one of those sexy prospects to take me,” I blurted out.
I was grasping at options. A loud growl rumbled from the pit of his chest and then up through him until it erupted out of his mouth. Hulk lowered his face until there were only a few inches between us.
“You listen to me closely, Troublemaker. You ask one of those prospects to drive you, and one does it, it’ll be the last fucking thing he does here. He’ll be out on his ass, but that won’t happen until I beat the message into his head,” he hissed.
“What message? You’re crazy.”
“You’re right. I am crazy. And as the enforcer, I dare anyone to touch what isn’t theirs. To take from me what is mine,” he panted as if he’d exerted himself.
“Take what’s yours? You’re not making any sense, Hulk,” I frowned.
“Malachi or Kai,” he said.
My confusion was complete.
“What does that mean, Hulk?”
“Don’t call me Hulk right now. We’re alone.
Call me Malachi or Kai. It’s my name, and I don’t want you calling me anything else when it’s us, alone.
And the message those prospects, or any other man, will receive if they attempt to separate us is—you’re mine.
Do you think I want those women at the clubhouse? ”
His declaration that I was his, followed by his question about those women, stunned me. I had to be dreaming. I squirmed to wake myself up.
“Stay still. You’re not moving until you answer me and stop trying to run from me.”
I decided not to touch the topic of being his.
“Why else would you push me away, after you pulled me onto your lap, then you changed your mind and wanted one of them. Clearly, someone struck you as a better option. However, forgive me if I don’t want to stick around and watch.
I was humiliated enough. Or I guess I could go back and see if one of your brothers would enjoy attention from me. ” The last part came out of nowhere.
The next thing I knew, Hulk’s mouth was on mine, and he was kissing me like a starved beast. He was growling and grunting, and I tried not to respond, but I couldn’t help it. He ravaged my mouth until my entire body was engulfed in flames, and I was sobbing. He lifted his head.
“Celeste, baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Fuck, where does it hurt? Let me see,” he said urgently. My wrists were released. He tried to see inside my mouth. I shook my head.
My lips were swollen and raw, but I ached for more kisses. And I wanted his hands on my bare skin. A sob escaped me. “I hurt inside,” I whimpered.
“Where? Show me,” he demanded.
Sliding the hand I had up to my mouth down, I rested a heartbeat on my breasts, then I slid down further and stopped with it cupping my pussy. “Here and here,” I whispered.
His pupils blew wide. His panting increased. I watched him lick his lips. “Celeste, I’d love to take care of your pain, but I won’t do that when you’re not fully aware of what you’re doing.”
“How am I not aware of what I’m doing?” I asked, confused.
“You had drinks tonight.”
“And so did you. Are you drunk?”
“No, but I’m a helluva lot bigger than you and can drink way more before I am.”
“True, but I had three drinks and hardly tasted that last one. I can assure you two aren’t impacting my ability to make decisions, but if you don’t want to do this, then get off me and let me go stay somewhere else.”
Disappointment was coursing through me. And embarrassment. I bet if one of those women at the clubhouse had been drinking and wanted sex, he wouldn’t stop to ask. I pushed on his chest.
“We’re done here. I want to go. I’m not staying and begging some man to have sex with me.”
“Christ, that’s not what you’re doing. I want you. I do, but I don’t want you to regret it or say you weren’t in your right mind tomorrow. That’s called rape, Celeste.”
“So you’ve never had sex with a woman who had been drinking?” I asked.
The expression on his face told the truth.
“That’s what I thought. Let’s forget this ever happened. You go back to the party, and I’ll grab my things and stay with Capri. In the morning, she and I will go home. Coming here was a mistake that I won’t make again.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you and your club are no longer needed to help find Capri’s rapist. I’ll do it myself, just as I planned to begin with. Relying on others only gets you let down.”
I watched his face tighten, then he was nipping at my lips, then thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
I tried to shake him loose, and then I thought of biting his tongue, but I couldn’t do it.
His hand fisted in my hair, using it to direct my head to tilt the way he wanted.
I should be fighting and pissed, but I was shameless.
I wanted whatever he’d give me. When he broke the kiss, my body was back to hurting. Tears were running down my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You know what’s wrong. I hurt. Stop playing fucking games with me, Hulk, and let me up,” I snapped.
“What did I tell you to call me?”
“I don’t care what you want right now. I don’t get what I want and need. You can live without me calling you by your real name.”
His knees wedged between my legs, and he thrust mine apart. Then, his hips thrust hard between my legs. His erection ground into my clit, causing me to cry out.
“Will you swear to me that you won’t regret this tomorrow? Do you want me to take care of that pain? To use my mouth, hands, and cock to soothe it?” he asked boldly.
After hesitating a second, I nodded my head.
“I have to hear words, Troublemaker. Don’t say it unless you’re abso-fucking-lutely sure.”
“Yes, God yes, I want your hands, mouth, and cock to take away this aching. I want to be filled by you. What more can I say or do to prove to you I’m not drunk and I want this?
Write out an affidavit and have everyone here sign it, saying I’m of sound mind to have sex with you? ” I growled in frustration.
“No, you don’t have to do that. I believe you. So, if you want me to take these clothes off and make you scream in ecstasy, you need to ask me the right way.”
Holding his gaze with mine, I said boldly.
“I want you to strip us both naked. I want you to use your mouth and hands on my body, and I want to do the same to yours. I want to see what you’re teasing me with in your pants.
Then I want to taste it. Finally, I want you to fuck me.
Make me scream, Kai,” I finished on a moan.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, then he was off the bed.