Chapter 11
Wren
The intruder will learn a lesson.
It’s not going away. The feeling is almost unbearable.
I slide my hand down, running it between my legs as the dream starts replaying in my mind.
My palm presses down on my clit, desperately trying to offer some relief.
After what Kayden did, he doesn’t deserve my lust, or even to harbor a second of my thoughts.
Yet…my mind is conjuring up images of him shoving me up against the wall and forcing himself on me.
In my dream, he’d caught me in the alleyway behind the diner.
I was taking out the trash after finishing all my baking for the day, and when I turned to go back inside, he stepped out of the shadows and blocked my path.
I jumped back on a scream, nearly falling on my butt, but his big hands caught me, bracing onto my arms and lifting me in the air.
He turned me and forced me up against the brick wall, preventing my escape.
“Going somewhere, little one?”
“Kayden, what are you doing? Let me go.”
“You’re not going anywhere until you give me what I want.”
His grip tightened on my arms, almost to the point of pain, but I couldn’t find the words to protest.
“It’s been six years, Wren. Need you to open up this little cunt and give me what I need.”
His hands suddenly shrugged up my skirt, and I heard the material ripping from his force. My thoughts were spinning in dangerous circles, torn between wanting to scream for help and wanting to be fucked.
“God, you’re such a fucking little tease, aren’t you?
” His gritted words were heavy at my ear as he worked to unfasten his pants.
My lungs were rising and falling faster and faster, heaving as the heat coursed between my legs.
“Pretending you don’t want it, when you’re soaked between these legs. You’re desperate for it.”
That word clung to my sanity, and my mind finally kicked into the right gear.
I tried to struggle out from under his hold, but as his weight pressed further into me, I realized there was no point.
He’s too strong. And as much as I shouldn’t, I wanted it.
He sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting them slick, and then…
he was between my legs, thrusting up inside me in one rough push.
I let out a whimper as I felt myself being stretched.
My pussy throbbing with shameless need. My legs were already quivering as he slid into me, filling me to the hilt.
It truly felt like I was going to come in my dream.
I can feel it now. Pulsing from within. Gaining speed as my fingers work to ease the ache.
“Oh, she feels so fucking good,” he groaned, his eyes rolled back in his head as his neck weighed heavy on his shoulders.
He slowed his thrusting, copping himself a more thorough feel.
In and out. Rubbing over the spot that he knew would drive me wild.
Making me even slicker. Needier. “Looks like my little Wren is going to be a good girl and cooperate.”
His fingers were suddenly gone, and then…
His cock pushed in, and the prisoner who’d been locked away for over six years had been unbound.
He began fucking me hard, and my cheek was scraping up against the brick, but I didn’t care.
I wanted his abuse. I came flooding on his cock, begging for the torment. Begging for the pain.
God, I’m so close. I push my fingers in deeper, trying to strike the match, but it’s not the same. It’s a meek resemblance to the thrill I felt in my sleep.
A low grunting sound suddenly infiltrates my fantasy, shooting my eyes open.
There’s a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed.
His eyes hard. His teeth practically snarling.
I don’t know if I’m imagining things, or if the man from my dream is looming over me, looking like he’s about to attack.
Nearly the same violent look in his eyes as he had in my mind.
Reality finally hits, and I jerk my hand out from between my legs, quickly covering my naked frame with the comforter. I struggle to sit up and gain my bearings. “What the hell are you doing in here, Kayden? Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”
His head cocks to the side, jaw clenching even tighter, and my heart rate spikes. There’s a lethal gleam in his eyes as he silently stares at me. The seconds getting longer and longer, making my stomach twist up tighter and tighter.
“That thin shred of comforter isn’t going to save you, little one.
” He reaches forward and in one quick jerk of his hand, the comforter is ripped from my body.
My naked frame on full display for his hungry eyes.
“You should’ve locked your door, Wren. You should’ve bolted it up tight, because now…
” He grabs my legs and yanks me toward him. “You’re mine.”
His eyes are locked right between my thighs and I’m struggling to convince myself to put up a fight and reach for the gun hidden by the side of my bed.
Right as my sanity revives itself and I’m about to tell him to get the hell out, his head drops between my legs.
And the moment his tongue and mouth are on me, the fight is lost. My hand leaves the handle of my handgun and grips onto the bed, holding on tight as the intense feelings rip through me.
His wicked mouth unleashes its incredible torment, and I’m hit with an insane wave of need.
My pussy is throbbing. My clit pulsing as he sucks on it like he’s nursing a tit.
The fire is sizzling up my spine. The pull is already closing in.
Building stronger and stronger. When his tongue plunges into me, a scream barrels from my throat.
“Kayden!” I grip onto his head, holding on for dear life as the pleasure tears through.
He doesn’t ease up. Keeping up his attack.
His tongue thrusting in and out. His grunts are filling my trailer.
And when his thumb rubs over my clit, I shatter again.
A violent wave of heat plunders through my entire body.
My mind goes numb to the bliss coursing through my veins.
God, it’s been so long. So long since his mouth has been on me.
So long since I’ve been with anything other than my hand or my plastic cock. And damn, was it so fucking good.
“Fuck, baby girl. You taste so damn sweet.” He laps up the remnants of my orgasm, slowly licking me down from the wild trip I was just on. “This is the sweetest little cunt on earth.”
Oh God. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to grab onto his head and rub myself off on him again.
He’s rekindling the flame, sparking the tingles back to life instead of settling them down.
But then he’s gone. He pulls away, sitting back up, and the look that’s now burning in his eyes has me thinking I may need to make a run for it.
I shift back, putting some space between me and my attacker.
Scooting as far away from him as I can get. Barely a foot.
“Where are you running to, little one?” His head tilts to the side again, and that dangerous gleam is back. The pulse at his jaw is ticking fast, and my heart is racing faster. “It’s time for you to welcome home your man.”
His words scrape down my spine like nails scraping down a chalkboard.
My man? He’s not my man. He lied to me and broke my heart into a million little pieces.
He wanted me to hate him, well, I do. I hate the fact that for the last six years I’ve been wondering what I did wrong.
I’ve been wondering how much of our relationship truly was a lie and whether any of it was real.
For the last six years, I’ve been miserable.
Barely getting through my days. Barely wanting to get out of bed.
And I lost everything. Everything I hoped for and wanted is gone.
Because how was I going to chase down my dream when Kayden was it?
And if he thinks he’s just going to show up, explain himself, and then all is going to go back to normal, he’s fucking delusional. I reach down to the side of my bed and pull my handgun out, pointing it right at his chest.
“You’re not my man, Kayden. Now you better zip those pants right back up and keep that dick locked away, or I’ll blow the little pecker off.
” I drop the barrel right to the bulging spot, trying not to drool over the size of the hard ridge.
Trying not to be distracted by the memory of his perfect cock.
He shifts on the bed, and before I realize it, he’s disarmed me of the gun and is braced over me, pinning my arms above my head. Goodness, he’s fast. But to my credit, I was distracted.
“You better watch where you’re pointing that thing, baby.
Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with guns?
” His hand cups my chin, locking me in a tight grip, and I’m thankful for the restriction, which is preventing the whimper from leaving my lips.
His hard cock is nestled right between my legs, and my clit is soaking up the pressure.
“Put up a fight all you want, Wren, but you and I both know your little cunt is craving to be fucked by this massive cock.” He rubs the heavy bulge against me, and I struggle to keep my eyelids from closing.
God, he feels good. Long and hard. Rubbing me back up into a tailspin of want.
But when his lips tip up into a smug smirk, I finally get my head on straight.
“Get off me, you jerk.”
He shakes his head, tsking me. His free hand working to get his dick out. “Your pussy disagrees with you, baby. Now, quit throwing me your sass and open up your thighs for me. It’s time for you to give my dick the welcome home he deserves.”
“No!” I practically shout. He’s not going to crawl back into my bed and act like nothing happened.
Act like everything’s okay. It’s not. I’m not okay.
I’m so fucked up in the head. Wanting him.
Hating him. Sad. Angry. Happy. I’m so fucking confused I can’t see straight.
He’s not going to just waltz back into my life and think we’re going to pick up where we left off, because where we left off was with that horrible letter that broke me.
The wound is too deep, and him fucking me senseless isn’t going to heal it.
He leans down snarling, looking pissed by my lack of cooperation. “I’m not asking, little one. I’m fucking telling you to spread your goddamn legs and let me have what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I seethe, lifting my head and meeting his stare dead on. “You lost me, Kayden. You chose to let me go, so fucking leave.”
His hands grip onto my waist, and I’m suddenly flipped onto my stomach, pinned to the bed by his huge frame.
His dick pressing against my butt, chest against my back, with his mouth right at my ear.
“You say that shit again, and you’ll get a spanking, do you hear me?
I get that you’re pissed, baby. Don’t even blame you for hating me.
But don’t you dare for one second say that you’re not mine.
Because you’ve never been anyone else’s and you never will be.
I may have to repent for what I did, but I will never walk away from us. ”
I feel his hard dick sliding into me, and the protest gets buried under the sensation that’s taking over.
God, it feels so good. He’s so thick. Stretching me open.
Sliding against my inner walls. Filling me to the brim.
Fuck, I’m so weak. I should be kicking and screaming, fighting him off.
Telling him to go to hell. But it’s been so long.
My body has been starved for him. Desperate for his touch. Longing to be fucked good and hard.
The voice in my head starts getting louder, telling me I need to put a stop to this because I’m just going to wind up getting hurt again, but my pussy is ignoring my sensical demands.
I resolve to compromise between the harsh reality and lust, deciding I’ll give him the best fuck of his life and then send him on his way.
Then he can be tortured with the memory.
He can spend his days knowing what he lost. Remembering how fucking good it was before it was all ripped away.
He can agonize over the consequences of his actions, and me, I may finally get some peace from the pain, knowing that Karma can be one hell of a bitch and I’m not the only one suffering.