47. Rook
“Summer,”I growled, jerking my arms, trying to pull them out. Panic threatened to choke off my breath.
I was always in control; I had to be.
“Untie me.”
“No.”
“You’ve sure learned how to use that word,” I drawled, trying to mask the pressure in my chest. I hated feeling powerless.
“I know.” Her eyes met mine—eyes that had captivated and entranced me from the beginning. “You taught me that, Rook.”
I inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm myself, using her gaze to ground me.
From the day she”d come home from the hospital, she hadn”t cried, but stared up at me with trust, causing strange feelings inside that I”d never felt before.
Then, growing up, learning how to walk, she”d teeter on uncertain steps and my heart would lurch in my throat. But she was bold and daring, because she knew I would catch her any time she fell.
And, just like then, my heart was now beating, pounding, in my chest.
With her clear blue eyes, intent on mine, staring down at me, daring me to tell her to stop.
She was no longer a child, but a fully grown woman, with a swan-like neck, soft curves of her shoulders, and the most perfect, peach-shaped tits. With a body that could seduce any man, not just a demon like me.
All my restraint was slipping.
I”d promised myself, just one taste.
Just one and then I would walk away.
And then, one became two, and two became three, until I was laying in my own bed, with her almost-naked, fuckingsensual body atop mine, begging me to fuck her.
Bit by bit, little by little, I’d slowly given in to temptation—breaking my rigid rules.
And now, my soul was being stripped away.
Because, not only did I want to fuck this little bunny, so tempting and beautiful, her heart full of so much love, but I also wanted to wake up every day and see her beautiful eyes staring up at me with the same emotion she had when she came home from the hospital.
With absolute trust.
With all the love in that gigantic heart—Just. For. Me.
Despite everything I’d done to avoid falling for her—to resist her pestering, sweet innocence, to build a wall impossibly high and wide and strong—her sweetness still managed to seep through, filling me with a love and obsession that I could barely control.
And now, I was perched precariously on the top of that wall, teetering dangerously close to the edge. My mind was a jumbled mess of madness, small fragments breaking off like sharp rocks and tumbling down into the depths of my insanity.
I was afraid.
More afraid of her than any other thing because—if we did this—if I let her slide over my hard cock like I wanted her to, I would lose all control.
I would become consumed by a primal desire to possess her completely and utterly.
I would want to own her.
To never let her step from my house.
To cut out the eyeballs of any other man who even looked at her.
All I would ever be able to think about, would be her.
And even in my dreams...
I had no doubt that even my dreams would be filled with her.
I was already slowly going mad with my need for her.
And, the problem was, I didn”t even want to be rescued.
I wanted to lose myself in this woman, and let the EMT take care of my heart afterwards.
”Rook?” her eyebrows furrowed, the blue fire in them clouding over with worry. ”Are you okay?” she whispered, genuine concern in her voice. ”We don”t...” she nudged her cute little nose against my jawline, pressing a soft kiss against it, playfully. ”We can stop, if you want.”
There was something so soft, sweet, and gentle in her voice that made me...
Jump.
Over the edge. Falling into the ocean below, my head slipping under the raging current. Water filling my lungs, my breath gone in an instant and I knew that...
It was too late; I was gone for this girl.
I would do anything she asked.
Tear any enemies apart.
Burn the world to the ground.
Too. Fucking. Late.
”No.” The sound was hoarse, felt harsh in my throat, as if I hadn”t used my voice in a whole century. I gave up and give in—giving her all control, a painful but freeing release. ”No, baby.” I leaned forward, capturing her lips with my mouth, trying not to attack her like an animal. ”I don”t want to stop.”
Her fingers went to my face, her touch like fire against my skin. Warmth rushing up my jawline, then down my throat and into the cavity of what had always been an empty shell.
Once, a dead heart.
Full of anger and mistrust.
Now, the warmth rushing through it—a spark, electric and sweet. Her body tight against mine, the kiss deepening, her hips squeezing on both of my sides, the pounding of it began to grow.
Like a slow rumble of thunder that grew and grew and grew until it was pounding so loud, I couldn’t think. Couldn”t breathe.
I was lost in a world where my hands were tied to the bed post and the softest, sweetest woman was on my lap.
Her father would be so ashamed of me.
But I found that, for once in my life, I didn”t care.
He”d betrayed me anyway and now, I was going to take his little daughter and fuck her.
Fuck her and claim her so that she would be ruined for any other man.
Because it was too late.
I’d fallen deep and hard and I never wanted to touch another woman again.
Still kissing me, her fingertips roamed the skin of my chest, like fire scorching my skin, traveling down to cup my erection.
She squeezed it. Tentatively at first. Then, when I emitted a low groan of want, she squeezed it harder.
The girl was killing me, here.
”Please,” I gasped. Needy? ”Please, baby. I need you.”
“You do?”
”Yes.” I sucked her tit into my mouth—forcing myself to be gentle. This was her first time, and it had to be perfect.
I flicked the nipple with my tongue, the bud hardening in my mouth, and her lips parted, her eyes fluttering close. Her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me closer.
“Yes,” I groaned against her skin, flick, flick, flicking, loving the taste of her golden skin against my tongue. ”Now I want to feel your cunt against my dick.”
”How?” she breathed.
”Just shift your hi--yesss,” I moaned, almost in pain, ”like that.”
It was blazing hot, soft, and dripping, even through her panties.
My girl was a little slut.
At that thought, need overcame all restraint, and I desperately tried to yank my hands out. I need to touch her.
She gave me a soft smile, her eyes still closed, but didn”t move to help me.
Instead she rolled her hips, her hands moving up and over her flat stomach, her other breast. She pulled on the nipple.
”I want that one,” I growled out, and she complied.
“Mmm,” I mumbled incoherent words, words I didn’t even know myself, I was so lost in her taste.
She shifted, her hands sliding across my shoulders, her fingers running up my neck and through my hair. She was pressing herself so tight to me, I was going to suffocate on her perfect pillowed breast.
I would gladly die this way, and have no shame looking Douglass in the eye when we met in hell.
”Yes, baby,” I groaned, ”like that.” Her hot softness rubbing, rubbing against my dick. ”Take what you want from me. I will always give it to you.”
“You will?”
“Fuck--,” I cursed. ”Yes. Yes, baby girl.” My heart was pounding so hard. “Move just like that until you come.”
“But I...” she hesitated, stuttering out.
”You what?!” I growled, impatient. ”Tell me.”
”I want...” she pulled away and her eyes were heated, filled with lust and want and need. ”I want to come when you”re inside me.”
I lost my mind, struggling against the tie. ”Let me out.”
”No.” She smiled.
”Fuck. Summer. Let me out. Now.”
”No.”
”Summer!” I growled. ”Why the fuck not?”
”Because…” her confidence waned.
”Tell me baby. I won”t be mad.”
”Because you”ll walk away.”
I blinked. Stunned. “Is that what you think?”
“Duh,” she rolled her eyes.
”I won’t.”
”You will.”
”Fuck!” I roared, understanding why she thought that. Because I”d only told her that every other time we played.
Struggling with the tie, I tried to get out again, needing to hold her, to feel her skin against my fingers as I entered her.
To flip her under me, to stare into her beautiful eyes as I fucked her.
To watch her cry as I hurt her.
To swallow her pain, even as I dealt it out.
Because I needed this fucking woman.
“Fine,” I growled, my heart leaping at the triumphant look on her face. ”Take off your panties. I want to see your sweet pussy weep around my dick.”
Her gaze simmered at my crude words. Her hands went to her underwear, hooking them in the sides, but she hesitated.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, suddenly anxious.
“It”s not that.” She looked away.
”Tell me.”
“I feel dumb.”
“Summer, look at me. Eyes on me.”
She, hesitatingly, looked into my eyes.
“Remember that day you met Mama Bondo? And I was quiet the rest of the day?”
She nodded.
“I was…” I paused, hesitating, “I was afraid then, too.”
“What?” She swallowed hard. “You were?”
I nodded. “Yes, because I’m… insatiable,” it was hard to say the word—so often I’d been too much for other women—“and I was afraid of chasing you away.”
She stared at me for a long moment, understanding my meaning. Then, ”It”s just that...that I wanted to see it on my underwear.”
”See what?” I was too damn needy to understand what she was saying.
“I…” she glanced down. “I wanted to see your cum and my blood on it.” Her cheeks flamed. ”Is that weird?”
”God,” I made a strangling noise, choking on my own need. To break this fucking tie, grab her hips, and dive right up inside her. ”God, baby, no. That’s not weird. Now save your breath for when you scream my name,” I warned her, then covered her mouth with mine in a desperate kiss, my destructive appetite blossoming.
I inhaled this woman. Inhaled her lips, her tongue, her mother-fucking soul, kissing her until I knew she was dying to take a breath.
But I didn’t let her go, because I couldn’t stop myself.
This was what happened when I didn’t follow my rules.
And yet, she had all control, because my hands were tied to the bed. She could pull back at any time.
She didn’t.
She was leaning in to me, her soft tits pressed against my chest. Still rubbing against me.
I didn’t let her breathe, so fucking full of want for this woman until, finally, when I knew she’d had enough, I pulled back.
She fell back slightly, inhaling a sharp breath. But then she broke out into a smile and my heart thundered, then soared. She’d liked it.
“You are so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you.” I was begging now, my fingers clenching empty air, wanting to touch her so badly. ”Now undo my pants and pull out my dick.”
* * *
She fumbledwith the tie of my sweats, yanking them off until I was completely naked. My cock was throbbing so hard, it was going to split into two.
“Pull your panties to the side, then slide down my dick. Can you do that?”
She nodded, and I felt the hotness of her cunt at the tip of my dick.
She hesitated and I wanted to cry. To beg. To thrust upwards.
I had no control here.
I waited.
Then, soft, wet heat began to slide down my dick. She was so ready for me.
“Yessss,” I hissed. ”Look down, baby. I want you to see what we are together.”
She blinked open her eyes, staring at the beautiful sight as she slid even lower. She was still holding her panties to the side, and I could see that they were digging in to her skin.
The thought made me even harder.
“Oop,” she made a squeaking noise.
“Are you okay?”
She didn’t answer, instead lifting up, slowly, then began to sink down again.
”Does that hurt?” I wished I could take her pain away but I knew this was the unavoidable part.
She shook her head. ”No.”
”Don”t lie to me,” I growled.
“Sorry,” she winced. ”A little bit.”
”Sorry, what?”
Her eyes met mine, her throat bobbing. ”Sorry, sir.”
“Don”t ever forget that,” I demanded.
”Yes, sir.”
”Good girl,” I crooned, brushing soft kisses against her lips. ”Go as slow as you want.”
She sunk lower, and I groaned.
”God, baby girl. You feel so good.” I had to hold back, to keep myself from thrusting up into her. She began to roll her hips, uncertain. ”That”s it. Do whatever makes you feel good. You can’t do anything wrong.”
Shifting once more, she sank lower and lower until, finally, she was flush with me.
”Tell me how it feels,” I murmured against her lips, kissing them softly. She”d stopped, gripping me.
”It burns, a little.”
”That”s okay. It will feel better soon.”
She didn”t answer, but began to move again and god, if I hadn”t gone to heaven because she was so perfect, so warm and wet, her cunt the perfect size against me.
So tight, it was choking my cock and I was going to come right away—like a motherfucking teenager.
“Look at us, baby,” I stared at her, watching her move up and down on my dick, ”So beautiful. You”re so beautiful.”
She glanced upwards, meeting my gaze, and smiled. An overwhelming rush of warmth washed over me.
Her smile could light up the fucking world.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful. I can’t believe you want to do this with me.”
“There’s no one else,” she said, her hand going to my face, cupping it. She said it with such ferocity. “No. One.”
“How?” I wanted to beg God, thanking him for giving me such a beautiful, innocent gift, “how do I deserve you?”
“You are the only one.” She leaned forward to kiss me again, and my cock lurched at the way she was gripping me.
“Summer,” I grunted, growing desperate for more. “I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”
A soft laughter filled the air—the irony of me begging her now—but she began to move.
“That’s it.”
Goddamn, I couldn”t get enough of this girl.
”I want to see your tits bounce.”
She began to move faster, up and down, her sexy, sexy body so graceful as she bounced on my dick.
I could tell the second her pain began to ebb away and into pleasure, because her gaze grew heated, her lips twisted in concentration.
I grappled with the tie on my wrists again, a sudden need washing over me.
I wanted to fuck her like I meant it.
I growled in frustration, but she ignored me, her arms rapping around my neck, she began to move in a frenzy, her soft breasts brushing against my skin.
“I can’t wait to see my cum sliding out of you. Pound into you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She fucked and fucked, moving faster and faster until a slow whine began to leak from her.
“I’m going to bend you over every inch of this house.” I growled. “Tie you up and make you come over and over until you beg me to stop.”
“God.” She gasped, her eyes clenched shut, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Slamming into me, her fingers clenched into my shoulders.
“Fuck you against the wall, on the beach where everyone can see, soak your tits with my cum.” I bit into the nape of her neck, wild in my frenzy. “Going to break into you until there is no end of you and me. Until we are fucking one. Now touch yourself,” I demanded, and she shifted until her hand slid between us. “Show me how much you want me. Come for me, baby.”
Leaning down, I sucked her tit into my mouth, then bit down on it.
She cried out, screaming, her whole body shuddering against mine, and the sound of her need filled me.
“Scream my name, baby.”
I bit down on her tit again, and she screamed, “Rook!”
Unable to hold back any longer, I growled out, “Untie my fucking hands.”
She struggled for a minute, finally managing to untie one of them.
I didn’t wait for the other one.
I trapped her, throwing her onto her back. Pulling one leg up, I hitched it up over my hip and poised myself at her entrance.
I wanted to fuck her like an animal.
To fill her with cum and more cum until it was leaking from her eyes.
To fuck her over and over until she was black and blue with my possession of her.
Until my name was carved in her uterus where no one else could claim it.
I reined in my need, gritting my teeth, growling out. “Your cunt is mine, and I”m gonna take it. But I need permission first. Tell me you want this. You want me to fuck you.”
She gripped the sheets, “Please, Rook.”
I slammed up into her, groaning. So fucking tight. Her cunt was squeezing my dick into oblivion.
I fisted her hair, pulling it tight to expose her neck to me. I bit into it harshly, “Tell me who’s fucking daddy’s little virgin girl.”
She moaned. “You are, Rook.”
“Tell me who’s your daddy now?”
“You are.”
“Say it loud. Who’s your daddy now?”
“You are!” She screamed.
God-fucking-damn. My little fuck bunny.
Need more.
Letting go of her hair, I wrapped my hand around her neck and I fucked her. Harshly. Relentlessly. Giving in to the roaring beast inside me. Driving into her like a man possessed. Wedging her, splitting her apart, the invasion brutal and absolute.
“You’re fucking mine,” I snarled, slamming against her. Fingers tight on the side of her throat. “Mine. Mine.”
Again and again. My need making me wild and crazy.
I fucked her like a good girl should be fucked. Growling, snarling, so filled with my lust and desire. Until I was coming inside her, with one arm wrapped around her neck and the other still tied to the bed post.
I slammed up inside her again, even after I was done, pumping up inside her until my balls were empty and aching.
Then, heaving and breathless, I pulled out and grabbed her face, my fingers digging into them possessively. Forcing her eyes on me.
“You did this to me. You pushed me. And now there’s no going back. I will kill any man who touches you. I will be relentless and fuck you every day. More than once. You understand?”
Eyes wide, she nodded.
“Say you understand. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I belong to you.”
“That’s not what I--” I stopped myself at the look in her eyes. Tears had begun to pool in them.
I frowned, my eyebrows furrowing. Pain slicing me open. “You don’t want this?” I asked her.
“God yes. I do.”
“Then?”
“It’s just that… No one has ever wanted me like that.”
“You know that’s not true. Every man wants you. They’re fucking panting after you, everywhere you go. Remember Juan?” When she gave me a confused look, I clarified, “Our driver, to the masquerade. I caught his hands in his pants as he was watching you in the mirror.”
“No he didn’t!”
“I swear.”
“But, that’s different. No on has wanted me enough to keep me.” Tears were streaming down her face, and she stared at the wall. “You’re not going to send me away, are you?”
“Fu—” I bit down on my response, and regrouped my thoughts. “Will you please untie my other arm?”
“Shit, I forgot. Sorry.”
When my hand was loose, I pulled her onto her knees so that we were face to face. Holding her tight with one hand on her hip, I grabbed her jaw with the other and forced her to meet my gaze. “Don’t you ever feel bad for hurting me. I would cut my hand off to make you happy.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. She could only stare at me, then, “Okay.”
“Now.” I took in a deep breath. “I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” She nodded, her throat bobbing.
“You are a storm in my life, Summer. A raging hurricane I can’t escape. You’re wild and reckless and clumsy and you’re always spilling your shit all over my stuff and on your clothes.”
She bit down on her lip, her eyes growing watery.
I cupped her cheeks, growing softer. I kissed her gently. “And I fucking love it. You drive me crazy and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You make me want to give in and lose control. I want to get lost in you, even if it means drowning in the chaos. And I feel insane and confused and terrified, but at the same time, I want to be wild with you.”
I kissed her again, this time more desperately.
“I want to dive into your storm, and be the man who is worthy of your love. Tell me that I have a chance, Summer. Tell me how to be the man who deserves you, and I will do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”
“What?” Her lips parted in surprise. “I’m not… I don’t…”
“Summer,” I growled, then cursed under my breath, “fuck. You have no idea.” I grabbed her throat again, wishing I could shake her doubts loose. Forcing her to straighten and look at me. “You”re my redemption and my salvation in this stupid, fucking, savage world. I can”t resist you. You make me want to be a better man. And you deserve every fucking good thing in this world. Say you understand,” I demanded. ”Tell me you are worth my protection and love.”
”I--I...”
”Say it.”
”I understand.”
”Tell me you”re worth my protection.”
”I”m under your protection.”
“Summer,” I snarled, ”don’t” make me punish you. That”s not what I said.”
She gave me a lopsided grin. ”Maybe I want your punishment.”
”Not until you”re feeling better,” I said, ”Now tell me what I want to hear.”
”I”m worth your protection.”
“Good,” I gave her a good squeeze, then released her, leaning in to kiss softly over her neck where I”d held her. I may hurt her, but I would always soothe her pain.
“Now, come, here. There’s one more thing I need to say,” I said, opening my arms, giving her the space to crawl up into my lap. “But first, take off your panties.”
I was asking her, but I was already hooking my thumbs in them. Pulling them down and helping her out of them. Gently, because she was probably sore.
”Look at that,” Pride filling me, I held it out to her, where she could see the dark stain of her blood, mixed with my cum. ”That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I said, feeling every inch of it in my body. “Is that what you wanted to see?”
She nodded, suddenly shy again.
“Now,” I placed it in her hands, knowing I would steal them later. “Tell me the truth. If you lie to me, I’ll know.” Maneuvering her so I could look in her eyes, I kissed over her throat, massaged the back of her head. “Did I hurt you? Earlier?” I hadn’t been able to control myself—and I was ashamed of that.
It was one of the biggest reasons I hadn’t wanted to be her first—she deserved better.
But a smile broke out on her face. She tried to hide it, pressing her face into my chest. I took her chin, tilting it towards me, “You liked it?” I asked, rubbing my thumb across her lower lips.
She nodded, her voice breathless. “It made me feel… I don’t know how to explain. It made me feel good. Wanted. And I think it turned me on even more.”
“Fuck,” I whispered against her lips, kissing her. This woman was made for me.
I cupped her cunt gently. “Does this hurt?”
She nodded. “A little bit.”
”We’ll fix that,” I said. ”You can take a warm bath.”
“Okay,” she said, a soft smile on her face.
“I need to tell you something,” I was suddenly nervous, especially after everything I’d just confessed.
“What?”
“I…” I struggled to put together a coherent sentence, words that wouldn’t hurt her. I ran my fingers through her hair, kissing over her forehead. “I’m a slave to the Magnolia, now.”
“But you promised?—”
“I know. Of course, I belong to you, Summer. I will never deny that,” I growled, “But the Magnolia won’t honor that, of course. I need you to seriously consider leaving me.”
Her lips parted, hurt in her gaze, and I hated the way my heart squeezed. Anguish filled me, and I couldn’t stop from kissing her again, trying to explain, my voice filled with pain. “You are the light in my life. And I never want to part from you again. But my world will only be dark from here on out.”
“The light is stronger than the dark,” she argued fiercely. “My light can swallow the darkness.”
“I know, baby.” I kissed her again, my fingers pinching her chin, trying to be so tender. “And it would be worth it—to me. But not for you,” I rushed to stop her protest. “Just, promise me you’ll consider it,” I said against her lips. “I can’t hurt you anymore. If not for you, then consider it—for Callie.”
She bit down on her lip, her eyes filling with a dejected sorrow.
“Promise you’ll think about it.”
Nodding, she clasped my jaw and kissed me. There was something miserable in her touch against mine, something that tugged and weighed down my heart. She was going to leave me, I knew it.
I felt my heart cracking, my insides aching.
But I had given up my control to her, and needed to accept her choice, even though it would kill me.
Sometimes to love someone, you have to let them go.
After a long, mournful kiss, I pulled back. I needed to make it easier for her.
Forcing on a smile, I nipped her lips playfully, “But not yet. Not tonight. First, I’m going to clean you, and we’ll take a warm bath. Then, when you’re falling asleep, I”m going to hold you. Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
She nodded, ”Yes, sir,” I but I was already moving, spreading her out on my bed, leaning down to spread her legs wide.
“Ack!” she squealed, protesting, “I thought you meant with a wash cloth.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“But...the blood…”
“Summer, be still,” I growled out, “and let me eat this sweet pussy.”