4. Rourke
ROURKE
What a little firecracker.
She ran like she thought she could get away. There was fire in her eyes, like she thought she could take me.
She can’t. I’m twice her size—three times her size.
And despite the fact that I did my best not to rake my gaze over her naked body, I couldn’t stop myself from snatching a glimpse of those plump, perky tits.
Thinking about them now has me salivating.
I want to run my tongue over every bit of her, every hidden inch. She’ll never know what hit her.
Even now as I walk behind her into the kitchen, the urge to snatch the fur blanket off her nearly overpowers me.
Just one more glimpse of those tits. I want to get down on my knees and bury my face between her thighs.
My cock throbs under my pants. My balls fill with cum as the lust in me reaches an uncontainable level.
I want to bend her over my counter, slide inside that tight little cunt, and fuck her senseless.
I want her moaning my name as her juices spill down her thighs and all over my balls.
As I’m losing myself in my fantasy, she lunges forward and grabs my chef’s knife from the block.
Spinning, she slashes out at me with a fierceness that makes me smile.
The fur falls from her shoulders, exposing her naked perfection.
This time, I can’t fight my urges. I drink in every inch with my gaze.
Moving with a speed she did not expect, I duck under her arm and snatch her by the wrist, scouring her body with my eyes.
Her tits bounce above her flat little belly, and her curvy hips frame her bare pussy like the treasure it is.
Succulent and shaved, maybe even waxed, begging to be worshipped by my tongue.
She bucks back against me, but I have her pinned back over the island in an instant, my leg between her thighs.
“Calm down!” I snarl. She twists her wrist, dragging the edge of the blade across my bicep, drawing blood.
Fuck.
She yelps as I lift her, cinching my strong arms around her so she can’t move, and press her down against the granite. I swat the knife away and snatch her arms as she throws harmless punches at me.
“I said stop!” I bark, causing her jaw to drop as I get up in her face. With anyone else, I’d retaliate. But this girl has got a fire in her that has me burning.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to help you?”
“Oh?” she scoffs. “By tying me to a chair and threatening to kill me?”
“Are you tied up now?”
She purses her lips to spit in my face, but I seal her mouth with my palm. Something about that primal response throws fuel on the fire in me. The heat from her naked body beneath me inflames me, begging for my mouth.
“Calm down,” I repeat. She sinks her teeth into my palm, but I just stare back at her. When she realizes she’s not hurting me, she quits. After a moment, I lift my hand.
“So what am I then? Your slave?”
I cinch her wrists into my left hand and brush a strand of hair from her face. “Is that the kind of man you think I am, princess?”
Christ, I love the way she fights back. Her cheeky backtalk and fiery insolence makes the blood rush to my center, and my adrenaline skyrockets as I gaze down at her beauty.
That innocent face combined with the untamed wildness in her eyes as she searches for an opportunity to get the best of me.
The tender, buttery soft flesh of her young breasts and her smooth, long thighs leading down to my treasure between them.
I growl, picturing my lips tracing the silky skin of her belly and my tongue parting her lips to get a taste of her honey.
“You’re military,” she says, so sure of herself. “Your knife—military issue. The way you move. What are you? A Navy Seal?”
“You got a brother in the service, sweetie?”
I can already tell she doesn’t. This girl’s an only child, but she’s also smart as a whip. She pegged me for what I am almost instantly. Though she did make one mistake: I’m not a Navy Seal. A squad of those guys couldn’t take me.
But if what she said about being sold to Damon Vale is true, there’s no way I can let her leave here. She may think she can outrun him. Find someplace new to start over. But she’s wrong.
Damon Vale will not stop until he’s found her, and when he does, he won’t keep her as his wife. He’ll bury her in the dirt for inconveniencing him.
“Now come on, Avery, let’s get that cut cleaned up—”
Her jaw drops, and she goes bug-eyed. “How do you know my name!?”
I chuckle. “Your bracelet. It’s over there on the table. I took it off because it was freezing.”
She processes, then slowly nods.
“Okay. Well, are you gonna tell me your name now?”
She’s right. That would be the polite thing to do. But I’m already getting attached to this girl. Telling her who I am would be dangerous.
“No.” I shake my head. “That would be…dangerous.”
“Dangerous? I just almost died in a car crash and then almost froze to death.” She scoffs. “Oh, and you threatened to kill me. I think I can handle your name.”
Christ. Her voice, the way she bites back at me with such energy…it’s like a drug to me. And the fact that she’s naked beneath me is making it nearly impossible not to have my way with her.
“Come on,” I finally snarl, lifting her off the counter. “Let’s get that cut patched up—”
“I’ll do it myself,” she hisses.
“Oh, no you won’t. Do you have in-the-field medical training?”
She swallows and glances to the side. “No.”
“I do. And I’m going to make sure that doesn’t get infected.”
Another pause. “All right, fine.”
“Good.”
I take the lead toward the bathroom, and this time, she doesn’t run for it.
I almost wish she would, just so I’d have another chance to snatch her up and get my hands on her luscious body.
She has her hips twisted from me now, hiding her treasure.
And her arms crossed over her breasts. Is she trying to tease me?
I run the hot water in the sink and point to the vanity. “Hand me the green bottle in there.”
“Get it yourself.”
I chuckle, licking my top teeth. “I’m doing you a favor here, and you can’t even help out?”
“A favor? How many other girls have you told that and they actually believed you?”
If this girl only knew what I went through to save her life.
Speeding through the blizzard of the century without a shirt on because I knew I had to get to her immediately if she was going to have a chance.
My eyes drag up her body again, drinking in every succulent inch.
It’s been years since I’ve wanted a woman, let alone touched one.
If she only knew the feelings I had for her at this moment—the promise I’ve made to protect her from everything.
“Get the bottle,” I growl.
She glares back at me for a moment, then turns and moves to the vanity, giving me my first glimpse of her perfect ass. What a peach. I’m practically drooling as I watch her take the bottle and bring it to me.
“Disinfectant,” I explain. “Military issue.”
“So I was right.”
She smiles proudly, covering herself again. For a brief moment, her eyes dart past me to the door. I turn and twist the lock.
“You won’t make it,” I assure her. “I’ll catch you, or the storm will kill you.”
She purses her lips, then slowly nods.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Her voice is soft as she replies. “For saving my life.”
I nod and step closer, soaping up a towel that I gently apply to her cut. Thankfully, it’s not too deep, but I’ll make sure it doesn’t scar. A goddess like this deserves to have her body honored and cherished.
It’s hard to believe this is where I am today. After all the blood I’ve spilled and people I killed, to find myself secluded up here on a mountain, treating the wound of a gorgeous young woman…well, it’s just not what I ever would have pictured.
And now that I’ve had what could even be considered a taste of her, I know I’ll never be able to let her go.
I clean the wound with soap, then my antibacterial spray. I bandage it carefully and put everything away, half expecting her to run for the door. But to my surprise, she opens the lock and walks over to the fur where it fell on the floor. I watch as she slips into it.
Somehow it makes her even more beautiful.
She’s like one of those girls from New York City on Madison Ave.
As she turns to face me, her hair twirls, and my cock aches as I think of slipping her out of that and having my way with her—flipping her over onto her stomach and spreading her open for a close-up view of her pink slit.
Christ, imagine waking up to her every day, sliding inside her and making love before the day even gets going…
Does a bastard like me even deserve such a life? I don’t know. But I damn sure know I can’t resist it.
“I can see you’re still cold,” I tell her. “Come. We’ll sit by the fire.”
She looks back at me for a moment, suspicious. Then slowly, she nods. “Fine.”
I walk beside her, inhaling her scent, until we reach the hearth. My cock is so hard it hurts. We sit, and the fur slips off her left shoulder. She leaves it, providing me with a glorious view of her cleavage.
“You like to tease me, don’t you?” I growl. My lust is getting the better of me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replies, her voice tense as she matches my gaze.
Her cheeks are blazing, the red blush moving down her neck and across her chest. I lick my bottom lip and lean in.
“You know what I mean, you naughty girl.”
I kiss her plump lips and am greeted with a painful sting. I taste blood. She bit me! The little hellcat bit me!
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Avery yelps as I leap on top of her, peel back the fur to reveal it all, and mount her with my knees on either side of her waist.