Chapter Seven
Pirate
T he look of fear in her eyes almost makes me rethink my whole plan, but her body is begging for what I want to give her. I lean in and run my nose along her jaw to the crook of her neck, where I place a soft kiss above her collarbone.
My ears pick up the slight intake of breath she tries to hide, and I smile before I open my mouth and bite the skin hard enough to bruise. I want her to see my mark on her for the next few days so she doesn’t forget who took her and why.
“Ahhh,” the moan she lets slip is not from pain but pure pleasure making my cock harder than stone.
“You enjoy a little pain, don’t you, Preciosa?” I whisper the words into her ear as I let my hand travel up her abdomen to grab hold of her nipple and pinch it.
She shakes her head in denial, and I cluck my tongue. I twist the nipple and pull down, making her arch her back. The move brings her core flush with my cock and I enjoy the way her heat feels against me.
“Let’s agree not to lie to one another, Preciosa. You wouldn’t like it if I lost my temper.” She whimpers, and the sound does something to me on a primal level.
“Are you scared of me?” I move back slightly to look into her eyes.
The fear is still there, but it’s slowly being swallowed by lust and fury. No, she’s not scared. She’s sexually frustrated and mad. I grin and lean in, kissing her lips roughly. She tries to avoid it but gives in to her body’s needs with an angry whine that I eat up.
I pull up off her long enough to pull my t-shirt off one-handed.
She’s sharp as hell and tries to buck me off but I’m quicker expecting her to challenge me and grab her by the throat with a little squeeze to emphasize who the fuck is in control here.
“Preciosa,” the little nickname comes out in a low growl that can only be interpreted as the threat it is.
“Please don’t.” I surge forward, rubbing myself against her.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t beg me for. I’m going to take these cuffs off, and then you’re going to be a good girl by undoing my jeans.” I hold her by the neck with one hand and play with her nipple with another.
“No.” Her mock bravery is sexy as hell, but it’s the quivering of her bottom lip, even if she just does it out of stubbornness, that drives me to a breaking point.
I let go of her throat and grab the delicate lace panties between my fingers and tear. It gives with minimal effort, and I slowly bring the fabric up to my nose for a long inhale.
“Suit yourself,” I say, putting the fabric in my pocket and climbing off the bed.
I look over her body on full display to me before turning my back on her.
I walk over to the door and take the key off my neck to unlock it. I open it slightly and find Knight standing guard. He arches an eyebrow at me, and I wink at him so he knows to follow along.
“She’s not following directions very well. Get the men ready to teach her a lesson.” Knight rolls his eyes at me but catches on quickly.
“Not sure I’ll need anyone to help. Let me have a go at her.” He pushes the door open wider as if he’s going to enter.
Knight’s huge frame fills the doorway, but he makes no move to look inside.
“NO!” Genesis screams from the bed, and I place my hand on Knight’s back, acting like I’m stopping him.
“That’s not a word I ever want to hear from you, Preciosa. Knight, here is the perfect man to break you in and teach you the rules.” I watch her closely as her eyes go from me to Knight, and she shrinks in on herself.
“Don’t, please. I’ll do it.” I shove my best friend and slam the door to relock it, but I don’t miss his laughter in the hall.
Asshole.
I kick off my boots and undo the button on my jeans as I walk back to the bed. Terror is coming off her in waves, making me feel like utter shit but I don’t let it show.
I wanted her to be scared of me. I just didn’t expect it to affect me like it is. I shake it off and climb up on the mattress, stopping with my face hovering right over her core.
“Open your legs.” Her body is shaking, and as I glance up at her face, I watch in horror as a tear falls down her cheek.
“Now, Preciosa, or I’ll let my men in.” She hesitates for a moment and then lets her one leg move to the side.
“I… can’t. Don’t hurt me.” The way she phrased that doesn’t sit well with me, but I’m here to play a part, so I grin at her as I lower my face.
“Of course I’m going to hurt you and you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” I lick her core, savoring her flavor on my tongue.
My eyes close as I struggle to keep my actions slow. I do not want to rush this. I push my nose into her clit as I tongue her opening in lazy circles. Her hips buck, and I move my hands to pin her hips to the bed.
I move my mouth up to her clit and suck it roughly, slowly opening my eyes to look up at Genesis. Her mascara is running and leaving tracks down her reddened cheeks. Her chest is heaving as she breathes through her open mouth. But it’s her eyes that tell me what’s really happening in her head.
They tell me a story of confusion, pleasure, betrayal, and hurt.
She’s enjoying what I’m doing to her, confused about why, and hurt that her body is betraying her in such a manner. I growl vibrating her core as I pinch her clit in between my teeth.
She whimpers and tries to pull her arms away from where they’re still locked to my headboard.
“Please,” she begs and groans at the way my body fills with satisfaction.
“Please what, Preciosa?” I lick her core a few more times before sitting back on my thighs to lower my zipper.
“Please stop. I’m a virgin.” No, no way.
I let the grin on my face spread as I take off my jeans and stroke my cock. Her eyes catch on my Prince Albert piercing and then widen when she sees the Jacob’s ladder.
All six bars.
“Oh, Preciosa, then this is gonna hurt.” I place the head of my cock to her soaked entrance and hold her hips firmly so she can’t move away and surge my hips forward, sheathing myself in one long firm stroke.
“Fuck,” I groan at her tightness and warmth.
I stare down at where we’re joined and pull my cock out slowly to see a streak of red blood on my shaft. That color fills my vision and takes over my mind.
I made her bleed. She’s mine now.