Chapter 20
Vissarian
While I didn’t think that Ludolf would be stupid enough to have his sights set on harming either me or Fallon, I didn’t like feeling stranded on the island.
However, I would manage to keep her safe. In the meantime, the need to touch and taste this woman was a powerful thing.
Alive.
Excited.
Goddamn, the woman made me feel like I was walking on air. She had no idea that awakening the beast inside meant he could never return to his cage.
All the pent-up emotions had breached the surface, the passion so intense it couldn’t be shoved aside.
The thought kept my mouth watering and my cock twitching.
Hunting.
I’d promised to hunt Fallon down if she tried to escape and I’d meant what I’d said.
All the anger I’d felt after leaving the meeting had disappeared the moment I’d seen Ludolf with his hands on her. The rage had further dissipated when she’d thought Bella couldn’t be found, the racking sobs unexpected.
She was hurting to the point she couldn’t control her emotions.
Two things were now crawling through my mind.
The need to protect.
And the need to fuck.
She was right in that we were two different people from two entirely different worlds, but at that moment, that didn’t matter.
Especially when I could feel the urgent need deep inside that was the same as mine.
The way the corners of her mouth upturned the moment I started to wrap the silky tie around her wrists fueled the extreme hunger.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Maybe she’d already become my weakness, but people like Hoffman underestimated what I was capable of. Or perhaps Fallon was right in that this riddle being played out had everything to do with our pasts.
Shifting, I turned on the water in the shower, never allowing my eyes to drift away because I knew under the emotional layer I’d seen before was a woman full of mischief. I’d been right. She definitely was the kind of woman who didn’t like to follow rules.
Enthralling, but dangerous.
I would need to do whatever it took to keep her in line. A challenge that I could sink my teeth into. When the water was warm, I returned to where she was standing, swaying her hips back and forth provocatively.
I pulled her closer, cupping the side of her face and tenderly pressing my lips against hers. She didn’t fight me or stiffen as I’d thought she would only minutes before.
Maybe this entire moment was way too emotional, but the closeness was exactly what we needed.
Kissing her was unlike doing so with any other woman. This kiss wasn’t soft and inviting. It was raw and all-consuming as our needs collided with everything we’d been through. And in that beautiful moment, all time ceased to exist.
I tugged her closer to the shower and she gave me a hard look. “You’re leaving me tied as if I’m your prisoner. You don’t play fair.”
“As of this moment, you are and what’s the fun in playing fair?” As soon as we were inside and I’d closed the door, I started the shower, the two rain heads hitting us immediately.
Her squeal brought a slight howl from Bella and Fallon laughed, using both hands at the same time to try to push me away.
I was having none of it.
I’d purposely left a long tail on the bindings, which I took into my hand and wrapped around the top of the one showerhead.
“Oh, you did not just do that,” she complained.
“I did.”
“You’re terrible.”
“So I’ve heard. Now I get to enjoy my prize.” I took a step away, tipping my head from one side to the other as I admired her.
She bucked hard against her bindings, her lovely face twisting the same way she was doing with her hands.
“You can try all you want, but you’re not getting free.”
“Let me guess,” she purred. “Your mother taught you how to tie knots.”
I lifted both eyebrows. “In fact, she did.”
“Maybe I need to meet this woman and complain that she destroyed her son’s chivalry.”
“Maybe chivalry isn’t in my genes. Careful, my bad girl pilot. My mother would eat you for breakfast.” I cupped both breasts and the moment I did, my balls tightened.
When I pinched both nipples at the same time, her eyelids closed, a warm flush cresting across her cheeks as she issued a single whimper. “You underestimate me.”
“I’m sure I do.” As I continued twisting the tender buds, she jerked her bindings again. I loved the way she continued to flex and fist her fingers.
I lowered my head, trying my best to keep my eyes on her. As I licked one taut nipple, she rewarded me with a not-so-subtle growl that would rival my own. Her chest rose and fell in a sensual way, providing assistance when I pulled the tender tissue into my mouth.
As a spray of hot water danced over us, she threw her head back, opening her mouth. The long line of her neck and body was picture perfect.
I rolled my lips to her other nipple, taking my time dragging my tongue in circles while I flexed my fingers open, dragging them down her chest to her stomach. I even took the time to swirl my finger around her belly button.
She refused to give up trying to escape even as I shoved my hand between her thighs.
“Oh, my. You are truly just…”
“Cat got your tongue?” I said and drove three fingers into her tight channel. What did the little vixen do? She managed to lift and bend her legs, maneuvering until she was able to kick me in the stomach.
I fell back on purpose, acting shocked.
The look of satisfaction on her face was priceless.
Her wink added fuel to the fire. “I think you’re right. I underestimated you, but in an entirely different way than you’re thinking.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning,” I said as I grabbed the bath brush that adorned the marble shower space. “You need daily lessons in following the rules.”
When I spun her around to face the shower wall, she gasped and immediately threw her head over her shoulder. “You are not going to spank me.”
“I feel it’s my duty to do so.”
She refused to stop wiggling even when I touched the back of the wooden brush to her bottom. In fact, she arched her back as if testing me.
I cracked the brush against her right butt cheek and she shuddered both visibly and audibly. There was something very powerful about disciplining a woman. Yes, I’d done so with a couple of women over the years, but nothing then had felt quite so satisfying.
When I repeated the strike on the left cheek, she gritted her teeth.
“I will remember this for a very long time.” Her words were said with a lilt.
“I don’t think I’ll mind, but if I have to repeat myself you will be forced to sit through another lesson. If you can sit comfortably.”
With four brutal smacks, I grabbed her attention to the point she was now standing on her toes with both hands fisted. I repeated the same number, stopping long enough to admire the light blush marks on her skin. Only a bad man would crave marking a woman.
The thought of who’d punched her beautiful face was never far from my mind. Whoever it was would pay a damn brutal price.
With six more strikes of the brush, I developed a smooth and perfect rhythm, taking my time with each savage crack of the wooden implement. When I twirled it out to the side, she jerked with enough force I was momentarily concerned she’d yank the showerhead from the wall.
Her whimpers were mixed with deep, sultry moans and my cock was at the point relief was needed or I’d go mad. I continued the spanking while beads of sweat poured down both sides of my face, steam filling the shower from the heated water.
Or from our overheated bodies.
Every sound she made echoed, which managed to match the rapid thudding of my heart.
When I could take it no longer, I placed the brush back then enjoyed a few seconds of caressing her heated skin.
She had her eyes closed, returning to arching her back. With her head tipped over her shoulder, I was allowed the perfect view of the shimmer dancing across her skin.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?”
Her chuckle was far too enticing. “Not something I can do.”
“I guess I will need to keep that in mind. Or I’ll simply keep you restrained.”
“No, you would not.”
“Yes, I would.” After pulling her long strands of hair to the side, I gripped both her hips, lowering my head until I was able to nuzzle against the nape of her neck. Her floral scent rocked me, her murmurs irresistible.
I nipped her earlobe as I shifted my hips back and forth, crushing my cock against her reddened buttocks.
Why was it that every time she moaned, I felt as if I was losing my shit? I’d told myself I didn’t deserve to feel anything. Not after being unable to save Megan. But this felt so right, so perfect that I could take all night doing nothing more than keeping my cock inside her.
However, since my dick was rock hard and throbbing, there was no chance of holding back any longer. She didn’t object or try to move when I used my knee to kick her legs farther apart. She seemed so vulnerable this way, wide open and waiting until I had my way with her.
With my hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I guided the tip against her swollen pussy lips.
She sucked in and held her breath, every muscle becoming tense. As soon as I drove a few inches inside, she let off an intense exhale, her body shivering more than before.
“You’re so tight, Fallon.”
“You’re just so huge.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Like one of your book boyfriends?” I growled and thrust the remainder inside.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
As she threw her head back with a series of scattered moans, I whispered my response in her ear.
“Looks like I don’t need to.”
As I pulled out, she wiggled in my hold, licking the drops of water that fell onto her lips. The wet heat was too powerful of an aphrodisiac and I slipped into her again, doing what I could to keep from losing my load.
She tossed her head from side to side, spraying water from her long strands of hair.
Her muscles had already clamped tightly around my cock, pulling me in even deeper.
With my fingers digging into her beautiful skin, I fucked her. There was no sense in denying that I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. My dick continued to ache and we were both panting, sweating to the point salty beads were dripping into my eyes.
But I didn’t give a shit.
All that mattered was fucking her, taking every inch of her sweet body.
Fallon couldn’t stop moaning, half laughing as the tie holding her was starting to loosen. I sensed only seconds later she was ready to climax.
I refused to slow down, fucking her relentlessly. She met every savage thrust, doing everything she could to buck hard against me.
“Come for me, Fallon. Let go. Just fucking let go.” My words were commanding and whether she was listening to me or not I couldn’t tell, but her body responded as if my demand had been met.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God.”
I did so adore her scream, which was short lived as if the woman was embarrassed.
Maybe I’d need to fuck her out in the open. I powered into her, switching the angle until she was issuing short, bursting moans while lolling her head. The second climax was just as powerful, but I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.
And I wasn’t finished with her yet.
The moment she started to come down from the intense high, I pulled out, eyeing the tie above her head.
“You’ve been a good little girl whether you believe it or not.”
“To… hell… with you.” Her words were choked out, followed by a strangled laugh.
“Naughty. Naughty.” With a single slip of my index finger, I managed to untie the knot. She slumped forward, planting both hands on the wall.
“What’s wrong, big boy? Can’t take the heat?”
My laugh echoed like her moans had done. “You will also learn to watch your mouth.” I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and she stiffened once again.
She pushed back until her arms were locked straight. I cracked my hand against her bottom and slipped just the tip inside.
Her entire body continued to shake, but she carried the same mischievous smile I’d been so attracted to since the beginning.
Now she was trying to use it against me. As if I would be blindsided by her beauty. I pressed another inch inside until the tip hit the tight ring of muscle.
She took a series of deep breaths, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe she was making an offer. If so, it was one I couldn’t refuse.
I thrust the remainder inside, hissing as soon as I did. Her asshole was tighter, her muscles clamping down like a tight vise. I slowly tossed my head back, allowing the beads of sweat to drip away.
She was panting as heavily as I was and both our bodies were flushed from the heat of the shower. I had to take a few seconds to breathe, but she wasn’t interested in giving me any time to recover.
She pushed hard against me, smacking her bottom against my skin.
“What the fuck am I going to do with you?” My words didn’t matter. I would simply take what I wanted. The thought brought another smile to my face as I fucked her ass. I tried my best to be gentle with her, but her movements and soft mewls made that impossible.
Within seconds we were both making animalistic sounds loud enough I began to wonder whether we could be heard from outside the cottage. I certainly could no longer hear the pelting rain.
With her face tipped upward, we continued our dance of filth and sin, my cock filling her completely.
The woman might not know me or what I was capable of. However, she did know how to carve a body into little pieces when she wanted to. There was a wild abandon between us, the longing to let go of the past as strong as my desire to consume every inch.
As she squeezed her muscles again, I could take it no longer, erupting deep inside her sweet, tight ass.
And for a few seconds, all the years of sadness and anger faded until this moment and this woman felt like home.