Chapter Twenty-One
S utton stood under the hot water pounding down on the back of her head. Her hair hung before her face, but she couldn’t summon the energy to push it back.
She braced her hands on the tile in front of her, wondering how long it would take before the water got cold. As a teenager, she stayed in the shower until the hot water turned cold, almost freezing.
The door opened, letting in a cold breeze.
“You’re going to turn into a wrinkly mess if you stay in here much longer, Passerotta,” Kendrick rumbled.
“I’m gathering the energy to get out.”
That’s a lie. She can admit that to her subconscious.
“Hmmm. Did you know I can tell when someone isn’t telling the truth, and when someone lies to me? I have to punish them?”
Her body reacted to his words like a starving man offered a hamburger. She leaned back against his tall, naked frame, shivering at the delicious feel of his warmth. “Oh really? And how do you punish those who you deem liars?”
His hand came around, pressing against her abdomen. She tried to remain calm and act unfazed. Failing miserably. If only she could shut her emotions off. In his arms, she felt sheltered. Safe. He made her feel emotions Sutton thought were only real in fairytales and fictional books she read on the down low. If she were being honest, she could see Kendrick as the hero in her favorite author’s novels. Xaden Riorson might be a fictional character, unlike Kendrick, and okay, he’s sexy as fuck. Plus, his relationship with Violet is swoon-worthy.
“Does the thought of me punishing you excite you, or is it something else?” One hand slipped up her body, gripping her neck. She froze, unsure what he planned to do next. His hand forced her head back, making her look over her shoulder to meet his electric green stare. “Answer me. Does the thought of me spanking your ass or forcing your submission in another way excite you?”
She sucked in a deep breath, nodding. “Yes.”
“Yes, to which?” he asked, tightening his fingers on each side of her neck.
She placed her hand over his, loving how careful he was even when cutting off her blood supply while ensuring he didn’t press too hard on her windpipe. “Yes, it excites me knowing you will punish me and that those punishments will lead to pleasure.”
His hand tightened and then released, making her whimper at the loss. Kendrick chuckled. His big, scarred hand turned as he ran his knuckles down her chest and over her nipples, making her moan. “You’re so needy. I love hearing you tell me what you like and don’t like. Let’s see if you like this.”
His fingers gripped the tip of one nipple and twisted. She cried out, standing on her toes as he pulled harder. Kendrick’s other hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her into an arch.
“Kendrick, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for. Him to stop, or him to fuck her. Both sounded divine.
“Oh, I plan to please us both, baby girl. I want to hear you screaming my name by the time I finish fucking you. God damn, Sutton. The thoughts that ran through my head when they’d taken you...” He let out a growl.
His hand tightened in her hair further, almost past the point of erotic pain to straight pain that she worried he might rip some strands from her head. Yet she didn’t tell him. They both needed reassurance that she was okay.
The hand on her breast moved down her body to cup her between her legs, cutting off her words and her breath.
“You’re mine, Sutton. Mine to touch. Mine to own. Mine to protect. The next bastard who tries to take you from me will learn the hard way I’ll kill for you. Fuck, I’ll give up my life for you.”
She shook her head, trying to deny his words. He released her hair, wrapping his hand around her throat. He spun her to face him, bringing his face down to hers, and speaking directly in her ear. “Yes, Sutton, I will. I don’t know what I need to do or say to make you believe it, but I am serious.”
His hands grabbed her by the hips and lifted her. She coughed, sucking in a shocked breath as her legs went around his waist. Her eyes widened as he slammed his hardened cock inside her in one thrust. A scream ripped from her throat. “Kendrick,” she yelled.
“Louder, my love. I want to hear you screaming my name until every motherfucker within this entire compound knows who you belong to.”
He set a furious pace with his hands guiding her up and down. Her head fell back, unable to do anything but feel, and oh God, she screamed his name louder with each downward stroke.
“That’s it, come on my dick like a good girl, Sutton. Fuck yes. I can feel your pussy clenching down on me.”
His words, mixed with the powerful strokes, sent her soaring. She tried to breathe through the first tingles, wanting to last longer, but damn, the man knew how to press all her spots, or maybe her body was too primed and ready. Whatever the reason, she couldn’t fight the orgasm as she exploded. Her lips opened and shut on a silent scream, and then he pressed a finger into her back entrance.
“Scream for me,” he ordered.
Her body trembled, and she did as he said. “Kendrick, fuck me.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised.
She felt tears mix with the water. And then he began to move again as he chased his pleasure. Within a few strokes, he came, calling her name. His green eyes held hers as he came, his cock jerking and she felt her pussy pulsing in tune with his.
“You’re fucking perfect, Sutton.” He kissed the wetness from her eyelids, sipping the tears that fell. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then we can crash.”
She mumbled words she wasn’t sure were coherent, but he seemed to understand them. “I think I love you.” Sutton buried her face in his neck.
Kendrick smiled down at her as he shifted their bodies apart but didn’t say anything. She nearly fell on her ass. Stupid noodle legs could barely keep her upright. Her eyes were heavy, but she was content to let him wash them both as he set her on the bench built into the shower.
“You make an outstanding nurse aid.” She didn’t protest as he ran a soapy hand over her entire front and between her legs, washing his come away. Nope, she wasn’t even the tiniest bit embarrassed. Liar.
KENDRICK HID HIS SMILE as she sat with a beautiful blush covering her head to toe. He’d pushed her boundaries a little, testing her limits. She enjoyed being choked, which was good because he loved seeing his hand around her throat. Fuck, his dick twitched, thinking she’d look amazing with his collar around her throat permanently.
Looking down at her, he didn’t miss the way her eyes were heavy, the way a sated woman appeared after being well fucked. He planned to have her looking that way every fucking day and night if he had his way.
“Your dick is already hard again,” she murmured, staring at said dick in question.
“Ignore him. I imagine he’s going to be in that state anytime you’re within my vicinity.” Which wasn’t a lie.
She stroked her hand up and down his shaft. He tipped her face up to his as the water began to cool. “Stop it, or we’ll be taking a cold fucking shower.”
Sutton shivered at both his tone and the water.
“Good girl.”
Again, he didn’t miss the way his words affected her. Words and actions turned a person on, and his little woman wouldn’t be denied just because of cold water. However, he’d teach her what it was to deny a little gratification and then give it and how sweet the release would be at the end.
He’d fuck her and get her addicted to him. Hell, he’d have her needing him like an addict needed their next fix.
She was like putty in his hands, but fucking hell, his dick was so hard once he’d finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair, he could pound nails with the damn thing.
“Turn around,” he twisted his finger in the air. He did a quick shampoo and condition to his hair while she rinsed hers out and swapped places with her. The feel of her eyes on his body heated his flesh.
“You’re torturing me,” she muttered.
“Sweet torture.” He agreed.
She glared up at him. He grinned and reached for the door. Sutton didn’t know it, but she was his oxygen. Sure, he was living and breathing, but if she weren’t in his life, there wouldn’t be a reason to continue living. How had he thought marrying another woman would be living without genuinely living? Kendrick had been a fucking idiot. It would’ve been a living hell. One where you live and breathe and have human contact, but your life is one big fucking lie where your bodies get up and do their daily chores without truly living.
Kendrick was fucking happy Taysey left him before making the biggest mistake of his life. Now he can make love to Sutton, show her how much he needs her, loves her, and teach her all the kinky shit, and by the way she responded to him, he was pretty fucking sure she’d love every second of it.
He was one lucky bastard.
“Did I tell you how much I love it when you talk dirty to me?”
Her fucking voice had a raspy quality to it as she gazed over her shoulder at him. Her long blonde hair hung down her back in a tangled, wet mess. She had dark circles under her eyes, and his damn mind went to forbidden places she was in no shape to go.
“That’s good to hear, baby girl.” He knelt behind her, rubbing a towel up her legs and over her firm ass and back before doing the same to her front. He wrapped another towel around her middle once he was confident she was dry.
The little flush high on her cheeks was underscored by the dark circles beneath her eyes, reminding him he needed to take better care of her.
“Thank you for coming for me again.” She yawned as he picked her up. The way she wrapped her arms around his shoulders made him feel as if he were seven feet tall and bulletproof.
“I will burn the world for you. Why wouldn’t you think I’d come for you? I nearly lost my mind when I heard that fucker had you.”
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling as he carried her through the adjoining bedroom. If his men could see him now, holding Sutton like she was spun glass, they’d be amazed.
“You’re a good man, Kendrick Calderone. A very naked man, but a good one as well.”
When he looked up, he saw the shy smile on her beautiful face. “If you and I both weren’t so damn tired, I’d let you see how not-so-good I am with my naked body. Here, in you go,” he said, sliding her onto the bed. Thanks to whoever cleaned and restocked the cabins, they had the top cover pulled back in preparation. Usually, he’d be wary about others coming inside his personal space. However, he trusted Andre, who cleared it as safe for.
“And I’d argue that I was fine if I weren’t bone tired. You’re staying with me, though, right?”
That flush on her cheeks turned brighter. He lifted the sheet she’d slid under, easing next to her side and pulling her close to him. “Woman, I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
Sutton released a puff of air as she settled her head on his chest. Kendrick’s arms held her close, loving how their legs entangled together. Was this what it felt like to fall asleep and know you’d wake up with your soulmate for the rest of your life? His heart thudded against his ribs, enjoying the sound of Sutton’s even breaths against his chest. Whatever this was, he would hold onto it with every fiber of his being.