Taking What's Mine (5 page)

I don’t remember how many times he reached for me last night, but I do remember that when I finally passed out I clung to him. My body was so physically exhausted, and my mind so mentally spent, that I needed the comfort. I needed the tenderness of affection after such an intense day. I don’t know what flipped in my mind, but after feeling what he did to me, and how obsessed he is, I knew that he would give me the comfort I needed. I knew that when I rolled over and put my arms around him, he would accept me with an open heart.

Colton may have done many things to me, but he would never deny me the physical love that my heart and body craved last night.

When we are finished eating, he washes me in the shower, just like yesterday. He is tender with my body, and lovingly washes my hair. Afterward, he applies medicine to my feet again and puts cream on the tender flesh between my legs.

It’s embarrassing being spread open and having him there, but there’s an intimacy to his touch like I’ve never felt before. It’s confusing, but my body responds to it.

He pulls back and looks down at my exposed pussy, and sees my wetness leaking. He cocks his head to the side and bites his lip.

“
I think it’s time you gave me your ass, Rose. Your pussy is sore, and I’m in need again,” he says as he strokes his erection. He’s been rock-hard nonstop since he woke up, and I’ve been waiting to see what he has planned next. A chill runs down my spine and I start to draw my legs closed.

“
Please,” I beg, and try to scoot away.

“
Oh, Rose. We were doing so good. Don’t make me hold you down.”

“
Please don’t,” I plead. “You’re too big, you’ll hurt me.”

He smiles and grabs my ankles, pulling me back down to the end of the bed. “You should know by now I would never hurt you, my love,” he says, and flips me over on my stomach. I try to kick my legs free, but he’s so much stronger and I’m still so tired after my sprint in the woods. I feel the rope circle around my feet and I cry out.

“
Shhh. Calm down. I won’t hurt you, and it’s going to be so good. You’ll see,” he says, and ties off my other foot.

He roughly grabs my hips and pulls them so my ass is on display in the air. We’re still naked from our shower, so I’m fully exposed, and shaking, knowing that any second he’s going to fuck me in my ass. Hard.

I feel his warm tongue circle my tight bud, and I cry out from the shock. I just expected him to shove his cock inside me, and this gentle touch is confusing.

“
Just relax, my love,” he says, and pulls back.

Suddenly I hear him spit, and feel the cool saliva on my asshole, and the tip of his cock at my back entrance. “Oh god!” I shout, because this has gone from sweet and gentle to quick and dirty too fast. “Please stop. Please don’t do this,” I beg, and try to pull away. He has one hand around my hip, holding me in place, and he’s using his other to guide the head of his cock into my ass.

“
That’s it, Rose. Make it nice and tight for me. I want to feel that tight ring strangle my cock. Clench your asshole as hard as you can for me.”

I feel the hand around my hip move, and his big fingers start to gently stroke my clit.

“
No,” I moan, because I know what’s coming. He will manipulate my body against me. Use my pleasure to make me want this.

It’s as if my body is wired to his touch, and I start to move my hips with his fingers. I’m rocking against his hand and I’m starting to get close to an orgasm.

I feel the pressure against my asshole, and my hips rise in invitation. I bury my face in the bed, because the shame of what I want is real. I want this. I want him to fuck my ass and make me cum. I want him in the darkest part of my body, and I’m so humiliated by this realization.

“
My dirty fucking slut,” he says as his cock bottoms out in my ass. “Look at how easy you take my dick back here. Your hips are pushing against me, begging for more. You want it rough, don’t you, Rose? You want me to fuck your ass hard? I got you baby. Just be still and I’ll take care of you.”

I feel him spit on my ass again and I whine into the mattress. It’s too good, and I hate myself for loving it. He pulls out and then pushes back in hard, causing me to cry out and bear down on his hands, seeking pleasure with my pain.

After a few more hard thrusts, I’m on the edge, and I can feel he’s close too. We are so in tune with each other’s bodies that we are going to cum together.

Colton puts hard pressure on my clit, and then pinches it as he thrusts one last time, sending me over the edge and into pure sexual bliss. My ass tightens up and clenches around him while I shout my release into the mattress.

I feel his cock pulse as he empties into my ass, and I can’t think of anything other than how wonderful that felt. After a beat, he lies down across my back and kisses the side of my face.

“
I love you,” I whisper, and I can feel the smile spread across his face.

The rest of the day and night are spent entwined with one another. Colton doesn't have to tie me up anymore to get me to do what he wants, and I don’t think about running away anymore.

When morning light floods through the cabin, he begins to pack up what little he brought, and I put on the pink dress I walked into the cabin wearing.

As we walk out on the front porch, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I look up and meet his eyes.

“
We should get going,” he says, and I nod my head in agreement.

“
The kids will be happy to see us after a weekend at your mom and dad’s,” I say.

“
Please, you know they spoiled them the whole time,” Colton says on a laugh as we walk out to his cruiser.

“
Maybe we can do this next weekend too, only this time it will be your fantasy.”

“
My sweet Rose, anything you want is my fantasy. Always has been. Always will be.”

I blush while leaning up and giving my husband a kiss on the lips. Could life get better than this?

EXCERPT FROM

TAKING THE FALL

“
What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.

“
Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

“
Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.

“
But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.

“
Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.

Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.

Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.

In three long strides he’s in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his shirt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the passion and fervor I’ve felt all these years, but I don’t exactly have any experience to guide me. I’m twenty and I’ve never been kissed. But this doesn’t feel like any kiss I’ve ever imagined. It feels like he’s devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravishing my soul.

Going to an all-girls’ school kept me sheltered. I even took all my college classes online after I graduated. The only dick that was ever near me was hired by my father. His men were either deadly scared of him or had too much respect for him to touch me—probably a little of both.

I follow Carter’s lead and return his kiss. I’ve wanted this for years. Before he was taken away, I used to try to get his attention and shamelessly flirt with him. I think I was terrible at it because never once did he touch me. I never cared that he was ten years older than I was. I wanted him. I even had this silly idea that if I waited for him, he could be mine. That’s why I wrote him those stupid letters that he clearly didn’t give a shit about. Feeling my anger rush back at the reminder, I go to push at his chest, but we’re ripped apart suddenly. A guard has me in his arms and my feet are still off the floor. It takes three other guards to wrestle Carter down onto one of the tables.

His hands grip the side of the table, his white knuckles betraying his iron grip. “Fuck, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” he says, his voice rough with a touch of fury and possession. “Until you.” His glare moves to the guard holding me. “Now get your fucking hands off her.”

I’m stunned by his words. He’s pinned to a table by three guards and he’s giving orders? I guess some things never change.

“
Get. Them. The. Fuck. Off,” Carter barks again as he starts to rise from his position, even as the guards try to push him down.

“
This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding me says as he places me back down on the floor.

“
I just came for answers,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch on to my lie. I want answers, but I want him more.

“
I got no answers for you here. I don’t want to see your little ass in this place again, Cherry.” ‘Cherry’, the name used to make me smile. Now it’s starting to piss me off.

“
Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” I shoot back, feeling my anger boil over. Hell, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want him to know I care, but how can he not after receiving all those stupid letters? Letters that had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary. I sent him my every thought. But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him. Maybe he doesn’t know what they contained. Maybe he threw them out before reading them. I’m grasping at straws. He may not know it, but he is all I have left.