Chapter 17 #2
“No, I could never hurt you, Ava.” Honest, raw. I didn’t like the vulnerability, and I started to rise, but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me toward her. My hands went to either side of her head as I landed on top of her.
“Breaker said you went to your club the other night. You were gone a long time.” There was a question in her statement.
“Yeah.” I adjusted my legs so that I hovered over her. “I had business, and I needed to get away.”
“From me?” A bold question and one I hesitated to answer. “Did you do business with a brunette?” Her brow quirked like she was trying to be cute, but her eyes shone with the expectation of hurt.
“There may have been a sexy brunette in an even sexier dress who had an impressive pair of tits.”
The devastation flashed before she could hide it, and my pulse thumped hard in my veins.
This was a moment where I could have stopped the madness, taken us back to hostage and captor, rid myself of the muddled thoughts and emotions.
But that would have been the equivalent of ignoring my brother’s warnings all those years ago.
It would leave me wounded, and I suspected it would leave Ava just as hurt.
She swallowed, her eyes drifting from mine.
“But I told her to go away.” Ava’s eyes flew back, wide and hopeful.
“Why?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Another moment, another decision. Be the man I’d always been, hard, cruel, unkind, or be the man I was when I was with her, vulnerable but happy.
“Because there was an even sexier woman at home with a better pair of tits who promised a night of contentedly warming my bed as she read her dirty romance books.”
The smile that formed reached the corners of her eyes, leaving them almost golden. “You think my tits are nice?”
“Fucking perfect like the rest of you.”
She took a handful of my shirt and pulled me down, her head rising so that our mouths crashed. All thought of ending this fled along with any rationale that kissing the woman I’d kidnapped had complications. There was only Ava and the sensation of her lips against mine.
This woman who had come into my life like an unexpected storm and captivated me, woken me, was now the one thing I desired above all else.
A hunger had started and now I was ravenous for her.
My hand tangled in her hair, gripping strands as our kiss grew heated.
Her moan swept through me like an unrelenting blaze, and there was no longer any debate about what I wanted to do to her.
I wanted all of Ava—to touch her, taste her, own her—and that recognition branded my very being.
Her hands tore at the buttons on my shirt while my hand slid over her curves, lingering on her breast and teasing her nipple until it was so taut, I tugged at the ring I’d been craving to feel.
Another moan and she arched into my hand.
The sound was like a lead jerking me and I ground into her, my hand skimming her waist and then pushing her shirt up.
Her skin was soft, and I dug my fingers into it, causing her lips to part from mine.
Dropping my mouth to her neck, I ran my tongue over it. “Tell me what you want, wildcat,” I said, moving my hand to her hip and pushing her underwear down.
“You,” she murmured, her head dipping back when I sucked her nipple through her shirt, my teeth scraping over the ring. Everything about her turned me on and, after wanting her for so many days, I was ready to tear her clothes off and take her right there.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, pushing her legs apart with my knee and slipping my fingers into her warmth. “Fuck,” I grumbled at how wet she was. “You’re drenched.”
“You’ve had me soaked for days,” she purred, and I lifted my eyes to meet hers. They were alive with lust, a dark golden brown like warm honey. “I want you to take me, Emerson.”
I plunged my finger into her, loving how her back bowed into me.
“What else do you want me to do to you?” Sliding out of her, I moved to her clit, finding the piercing I’d suspected she had.
Two sexy balls of metal right above her clit.
I’d never slept with a woman with more than a belly button piercing, but I was looking forward to doling out the pleasure I suspected each of Ava’s would bring to her.
Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I sucked her nipple back into my mouth.
She gasped, her hands pulling my hair.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” I tugged at her ring and shoved my finger back into her.
“I hate commands,” she complained, her voice breathy.
“Time to get used to them. Now tell me what the fuck you want so I can watch you break.”
Her legs trembled as I shoved another finger into her. “Make me come.”
I bit her nipple gently and pulled my fingers free. “That sounds like a demand.”
“God, you’re an asshole,” she mumbled.
Slamming my mouth into hers, I kissed her. Tongues battling, hearts pounding, her hands grabbed at me.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth.
“I just did,” she rasped.
“Nicer.”
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and tasted them, regretting it the moment I did because I wanted more.
“You want me to beg?” she asked, her eyes following the movement of my fingers.
“Only for me, wildcat. And only when I tell you to.”
Her mouth twisted. I smoothed my hand up her stomach, cupping her breast and rubbing my thumb over her nipple.
She groaned, and I gave her a wicked smile. “This better be worth it,” she said. “Dammit, make me come, please Emerson.”
“That’s a good girl.” Her eyes lit as her legs moved to clench. I stopped them with my knee. “Uh uh, that’s my orgasm to free.”
A beautiful sigh slipped from her lips, and I captured it, kissing her again. After giving her breast another squeeze, I moved back between her legs, rubbing her clit and piercing until I plunged two fingers back into her. Her cry was one I committed to memory.
“That’s it, wildcat. Come for me.” I picked up my pace, watching her until her head went back and she clamped down on my fingers.
Seeing her fall apart had to be the most glorious thing I’d ever witnessed.
She was ravishing, her cheeks flushed, eyes glossy, lips parted.
Her chest heaved as I caught her cry with my mouth, kissing her until she calmed completely.
Moving from her, I rose, cleaning my fingers again and knowing exactly what my next move would be.
Her eyes questioned me, but I only bent down and picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
She squealed and I couldn’t help but tease her.
“Squealing doesn’t sound like you, Ava. First, you let me command you and now you’re squealing like a kid? ”
“Screw you,” she returned.
“I’m about to.”
She shivered and wrapped her arms around my back.
“No fight this time?” I asked, rubbing her ass before I pulled her shirt down to cover it.
“Do you want me to fight? Do you get off on that, Emerson?”
“I get off on whatever makes you come that hard, wildcat. If fighting me does it, then fight away, as long as you’re coming on my tongue next time.”
“Shit,” she breathed, and I caught the twitch in her legs.
I strolled across the lawn, my hard-on making it an uncomfortable walk, visions of what I had in store for the vixen on my shoulder speeding my steps. I glared at my men, who stepped back as I walked through the front door.
“Make sure her window is sealed and locked,” I told Pack as the door shut behind me. He had followed me in, and I detected the understanding in his eyes.
“Punishment, boss?” he asked as I walked toward the stairs to my room.
“Depends on how well she makes up for her mistake.”
“I’m right here, assholes.”
“Keep calling me an asshole and you won’t like my punishment.”
Pack broke off and headed to her room as I continued toward mine. A nod from my man at the end of the hall reminded me he was the one who had freaked Ava out.
“Take rounds outside. Pack can handle the inside security,” I told him.
“Yes, boss.”
I continued up the stairs, slamming my door behind us. Three long strides and I tossed Ava onto the bed. Her breasts bounced seductively, her shirt pulling up to reveal her stomach and the purple rhinestone above her belly button.
“Be a good girl and take your shirt off,” I told her. “I want to see that sexy body.”
She narrowed her eyes at me before she pulled it over her head.
My eyes swept over her, taking in the pert, full breasts, the hooped piercings in her dark nipples, the flower tattoo on her left breast, the tapered waist that flared out to luscious hips and thighs, the vine tattoo on her hip traveling up to her right breast, the long legs that surrounded the lace panties she wore. Ones I was about to rip from her.
“Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, crawling over her. Her cheeks flushed a darker hue. “How wet are you, sweetheart?”
“Extremely, and calling me a good girl is not helping.”
I nudged her cheek with mine before kissing my way down her neck, devouring her inch by inch and deciding I’d call her a good girl often if it kept her this soaked.
I took my time, exploring every freckle and tattoo, flicking my tongue over her nipple and pulling the metal into my mouth as my other hand tugged at her other nipple.
Her head fell back, and I moved my hand up her neck, spreading my fingers around it and hearing the resulting moan that had my pants tenting.
Ava may not have enjoyed being commanded, but she liked it rough just like I did, and that was enough to make me even harder.
My hands slipping over her hips, I kissed my way down her stomach, swirling my tongue over her belly button piercing before tearing her underwear from her and saying, “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me. It’s time for you to come on my face, sweetheart. ”