Page 22 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Eighteen

Kat

I fall into a doze on the sofa in the bedroom to the sound of the three of them talking, low masculine voices and sometimes a deep laugh cut by the sound of beer bottles clinking. For as terrified as I was earlier, I feel safe now, knowing that I have half a SEAL team under my window.

But my dozing dreams are littered with Corsicov’s face and sometimes I can swear I even hear his Mercedes. His voice reading those little notes he’s left for me.

Deeper into an anxious nap I go, and all my thoughts are of Trent. His body. His touch. His voice. His eyes. Just as sleep is coming, I feel his energy in the room. The scent of power and desire and a man claiming his kingdom.

I open my eyes in the darkness of the bedroom. “Am I dreaming?”

There’s enough light from the moon for me to see his chiseled jaw, his darkly sparkling eyes. “No, baby girl. I’m here. ”

“Are they gone?” I ask. My voice is heavy with sleep, and I realize it might be much later than I thought.

“Yes and no. They’re staying in the apartment over the garage. Too drunk to go anywhere. They’ll probably stay up all night, playing GTA and talking shit.”

“You should go be with them. I’m okay here.”

He shakes his head. “Not a fucking chance. There’s only one place I want to be tonight.”

His words give me goosebumps, from head to toe. “Oh yeah? Where’s that?” I tease sleepily. “Next to me?”

“Fuck no.”

I lift my head to look at him. He leans down, scooping me up into his arms like a doll, carrying me from the sofa to the bed. I hang onto his broad shoulders as he carries me across the enormous room. “No?”

“Not next to you.” He lays me down on the bed. “ Inside you. ”

His words hit me like an arrow; a rush of warmth in my chest, opening outward from my heart all the way to my toes.

Even through my sleepy fog, a distinctive ripple flows out from me, from my clit, to my outer lips, through my thighs.

His rough two-day beard scratches my neck as he kisses me softly, just under my ear. Already, I know my panties are damp. The heat of the anger between us earlier did something crazy to me. Lit a fire that only he can extinguish.

“Knowing you were up here, while I was down there? Fucking miserable.”

“Tell me.”

Trent laughs coolly. “They were there talking about our fucking CO and all I could think is how bad I wanted to fuck another round of baby cream into you.”

“More.”

“They’re talking about IEDs, I’m thinking about your bare pussy, my tongue slipping inside. Your walls squeezing me tight. ”

I let out a moan of pleasure. “I can’t stop thinking about us. I never want to stop thinking about us.”

“Me fucking either. I told them I was worn out, that I had to go to bed.”

“Am I who wore you out?”

“Nah. Not even fucking close.”

I run my fingers over the close-cropped hair of his sideburns. “You looked like you were going to kill Luke.”

His body tightens, his grip on my body becomes more possessive. He nods into my throat. “They think you’re my sister. But you’re not.”

“Then what am I?”

He shakes his head, scraping me lightly with his stubble. “You’re my whole world.”

My eyes adjust to the darkness little by little.

His muscles. His veins. His power. He deliberately, slowly undresses himself in front of me.

No pretense. No rush. The moonlight comes through the windows, casting long silvery blades on his layers of muscle, and on a glistening droplet of cum shimmering from the cleaved slit on the top of his engorged cock.

“Are you always hard?” I ask him, sounding young and na?ve even to myself as he gets to work on my dress.

“For you, I always will be.” He grabs my arms, pinning them behind my back and pulling me close up against his naked chest.

With his other hand, he slips off the strap that Luke touched earlier. And I know it’s deliberate, touching me the same way. And I like that. So much.

“You knew this dress would drive me wild, didn’t you?”

I feel my cheeks tighten into a dimple. “Yeah.”

“How the fuck do you know how to drive me so crazy?”

“Because I’ve known you a long time. And I’ve been watching you, same as you’ve been watching me.”

“Yeah?”

“ Yeah. ”

“It was all I could do not to stand up from dinner and go jerk off in the bathroom.”

“Maybe you should have.”

He shakes his head; I feel it even though I can’t see it. “Starting last night, all my cum goes inside you. Pussy, mouth, ass. Or, on you. It looks particularly fetching on your tits. Which, I still need to fuck, but I digress. I’m not shooting off except on your or in you. No fucking exceptions.”

My body shivers as the thought. “Always?”

“Fucking always.” He breaths hard, jagged, savagely, his cock nudging my hip as he presses his body into mine.

Now with his other hand, he cups my pussy again, and parts my folds with his first two fingers.

He makes me turn my head to face him and kisses me, deep and long. I feel myself swept away once more. He growls into the kiss as he finds my pooling wetness, my pussy already slippery and ready for him—for us.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again, you hear?” His voice is stern now. Nearly angry. He grips my wrists tight together behind me, like I’m cuffed. Like I’m his prisoner.

I crane my neck to look up at him. “What did I do?”

“You tried to stop me. Tried to stop me from fucking him up for touching you. That’s not your fucking job, baby girl. Not anymore. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine. And it’s my call how fucking far I take that.”

“You’d have killed him, Trent. Your own friend.”

His eyes get harder, meaner. “You think I wouldn’t kill for you?”

God help me. “I know you would.”

“Don’t fucking test me again. I trust you, baby, but I don’t trust myself or other dudes.

So putting yourself out there to be touched or looked at in the wrong way by some other XY is putting them in danger.

Not fair to them, but fairness isn’t my problem.

You are. So, be a good girl, save a life. ”

Our mouths come together again, fast and greedy. Our tongues know each other now and slip quickly and frantically against one another, dancing the most forbidden dance that is now becoming frighteningly familiar.

Using his middle finger, he teases my clit and I rock backwards, hanging onto him. His finger swoops around my clit, diving deep to spin into my wet opening, then gently rubbing back and forth.

My head spins. His finger, his voice, the strength of his grasp. “Tell Daddy how bad you need to be fucked, baby girl.”

The rush of desire that floods out of me when he talks like that—I can’t possibly deny it. And I can’t fight it, either.

“Say it. You know you want to, Kitty Kat. I’ve always been here for you. So fucking trust me now. Let go. Say it.” He pulls my arms together, drawing them up, securing his ruthless grip on my helpless wrists.

I gasp as a jolt of pain shoots up through my shoulders. The pain ricochets through my body and emerges as a gush of wetness onto his hand.

He bends his finger inside me, and I hear him laugh on the out breath. “That’s your body saying, Fuck me, Daddy. Now say it with your pretty mouth.”

I want to say it. With all my heart. My face is hot, my heart is pounding. I can’t tell if I am safe or in danger. And right now, I don’t care.

“Fuck me. Fuck me please, Daddy.” It’s halfway between a whisper and a cry as I let the words go.

He yanks my arms hard and I cry out. “Fuck yeah, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you right through the damn wall.”

Every second feels like it slows to a crawl as he spins me around, flips me over, and positions me with my ass high in the air.

It’s surreal how easily he moves me around, like I weigh nothing. Weightless, helpless. He puts my arms behind my back again, forcing my face down brutally into the pillows.

“Did you fucking hear me?” he growls. “Don’t you let another man touch you.

That was bad, Kitty Kat. So fucking bad.

And it wasn’t all your fault, I know that.

It would be unfair to spank your beautiful round ass again so soon, and I won’t do that to you.

But I do want you to remember this lesson, so you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, then next time a man reaches out for you you’ll remember to save his life and step back, won’t you? ”

A sharp snap pops in the air. And then another and another.

“Palms up,” he orders, and I obey without question.

And then the pain, oh my God, the pain. I scream as he brings the belt down on my hands.

It’s not so hard that I think it might cut me, but it’s hard enough to get his point across.

My skin ignites into a million tiny bee stings, my eyes illuminate with a thousand burning lights, as the leather belt bites my skin.

The belt connects three more times until the pain folds over into pleasure inside me. This man I have always looked up to, the one that for so long filled my fantasies, takes me in hand and my body explodes in wave after wave of pain and release.

The scorch of the belt screams over my soft skin once more, and then he steps in behind me, his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks, just nudging open my asshole. He reaches around behind me, gripping my jaw with his massive hand.

“Say you’re sorry, Kat. Fucking say it. ”

“I’m so sorry,” I sob, feeling the pleasure and the pain and the love and the fear. I turn my head, looking back over my shoulder. If looks could kill, I’d be dead already.

He pinches my face harder to turn me back around. And then he pries my mouth open, and slips the leather end of the belt between my teeth.

“Bite down like a good girl, Kitty Kat. Because Daddy’s about to fuck you. Hard .”