Chapter 8 #4
“What does that mean, exactly?” I can hear the worry in her voice.
Placing my hands on her cheeks, I tell her, “It means that as your man I took care of it.” Her eyes take in my face as the words I just uttered sink in. “Tomorrow you’ll call Turner—”
“Who’s Turner?”
“He’s the chief of police. Your father went and filed a missing person report on you.”
“He what? But why?”
“Probably to seem like the concerned father that we both know he’s not.”
“Beckett, I don’t—”
“I’m done being patient. I’ve let you have some space to think and get used to the thought of us. The moment my cock entered your pussy, your fate was sealed. You’re mine now, and if you think about trying to leave, I’ll strap you down to the bed, holding you here night and day,” I threaten.
“We need to think about Zane. We can’t jump in without putting him first. He thinks of me as his teacher,” she tries to argue.
“He’s three,” I respond. “He thinks everyone is his best friend. And he loves you.”
“I love him too,” she quietly says, and my heart clenches.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll have Martha help you pack up your stuff—”
She pops up from her hovering position, and my eyes leave hers and focus on her perky tits, while our combined cum spills onto the base of my dick.
“I’m not moving in with you,” she declares.
“Why the fuck not?”
Her eyes narrow on me when my eyes finally meet hers.
“Because if my father is still looking for me and thinks that I might still be here, I don’t want Zane or Martha or even you to be in the crosshairs. Until I know for sure, I won’t put him in any type of danger—especially after what just happened to Raegan and Trick.”
I never before thought a woman telling me what to do was attractive, but watching Sutton tell me what’s going to happen is turning me the fuck on. My cock is starting to harden again, and the flex of her pussy lets me know she can feel it to.
“I’ll let you win this one… for now,” I growl. “But once Walter is neutralized, all bets are off.” I thrust up hitting her deep in her womb, and her eyes roll back. “Say it.”
“We’ll talk about it when—”
I cut her off with another powerful punch of my hips.
“Say it,” I order and bear down, plunging over and over again.
Sitting up I grab her hips, pulling her off me. She groans in protest. I get up behind her and position her on her hands and knees. I press my palm to her shoulder, laying her head and shoulders against the mattress as I impale her back onto my hard shaft.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Angel,” I snarl as I let the beast come out to play. I’m ramming into her with brute force, and she’s pushing back to meet me. She loves me giving it to her hard and fast.
“Yes!”
“Words. Say the words, baby.” I grind my teeth. The marks crisscrossed on her flesh has me seeing red. How dare her father or anyone mark her but me. This is my body to do with as I see fit. My body to claim and use. Sutton is mine.
A vision of my name tattooed on her skin has me smacking her ass and driving harder into her cunt. She’s clawing at the sheets, writhing.
“I’ll move,” she calls out as her body begins to shake.
“You’re mine, Angel.”
“I’m yours,” she screams as she shatters.
I hold her hips, keeping her upright as the sound of our wet, slick skin smacks together filling the room.
“That’s right, baby, mine,” I growl and finally release the orgasm that I’d been trying to hold off. Her velvety pussy feels so damn good that I could live in her for days.
I collapse next to her on the bed, trying to catch my breath and calm my heartrate.
I prop her up on my chest but leave my arm on the mattress to not touch her wounds.
Bringing her leg up across mine, I feel our cum pooling on my leg.
I didn’t use a condom, and I can’t say that I’m mad about it.
A baby would tie her to me forever, and that is what I want.
Zane has yearned for a mother figure since Debbie rarely comes around.
Martha is more like a grandmother and he loves her to death, but I see how he clings to Sutton and how she is with him.
He’s bonded to her already. So am I. My whole life I’ve been searching for a connection like this.
She’s different. Something about her makes me lose my mind.
She’s all I think about, even after that night at the bar.
Thought I’d never see her again but was hoping Hawk could track her down.
She’s embedded in me now, and I don’t want anything coming between us.
Especially her nut job of a father. The club will deal with him and his cronies, and then we’ll be able to live our life the way we see fit.
Her breath is slow and evened out with her eyes closed.
I smile knowing I wore her out. She’ll come around to the notion of us soon.
She needs to have this independence too since she’s been manipulated her entire life by a man who was supposed to be protecting her and not throwing her to the wolves of this world.
I’ll give her some time, but the moment Walter Meyers is finished, I’m taking what’s mine.