The UN Series Complete Box Set (125 page)

After shoving Peaches off the bed, I get into my side and try to straighten up the covers that she has pushed down to the end of the bed. Once I get them somewhat fixed I lie down and look up at the ceiling thinking back over our night. I do agree with Tate, it did go better than I expected. She could have told him to go to hell, or demand more answers than he was ready to give. She didn’t push him because that’s just not her. No matter how many questions she is asking herself now.

I roll over onto my side and place my palm on her bare back, lightly running it up and down her smooth skin. Her body is warm, and I find myself scooting closer to her. She softly shifts her body into me, and I lean down to kiss her shoulder. My left hand travels over her side and up her ribs. I feel my dick start to harden when I reach the softness of her breast. I grab a handful and let out a deep growl. I love how big they are, and I love making her soft pink nipples pebble to hard buds.

“No,” she mumbles and pulls away from me.

I chuckle. So she’s still mad at me, even in her sleep. “Don’t challenge me, Angel.”

“Don’t piss me off, Slade,” she says deadpan sounding more awake.

I smirk. “You should have locked me out then.”

She sighs. “You would have found a way in,” she says moving over to the edge of her side.

I grab her arm and pull her back to the center, rolling her onto her back. I get up and straddle her small hips. She lets out a sound of annoyance as she turns her head away from me with her eyes still closed.

I reach out and trace her jawline with my fingers. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,” I say honestly. “No matter how hot you look when you’re pissy.” I try to lighten her mood. It doesn’t work.

She opens her sleepy eyes slowly and turns her face to look up at me. “I don’t like it when you keep secrets from me.”

“I know but…”

“No. You don’t know.” She runs her hands down her face as she lets out a sound of aggravation. Then her hands hit my chest hard and she pushes me back while she bucks her hips knocking me off of her. She jumps out of bed before I can grab her. She starts to storm off to the bathroom but comes to a halt at the end of our bed. She slowly turns around with her mouth open and her eyes wide.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” She breathes with a look of shock on her face.

“What?” I ask getting out of bed as well.

She lifts her hand and points a finger at me. “He was right the whole time,” she whispers.

“Who?”

She looks up and her eyes meet mine. “Jax,” she says as her voice rises.

“Don’t,” I growl. Why the fuck is she bringing him up?

“He knew. He told me outside of Larry’s that you were the one lying to me, that you were hiding a secret about Tate.”

I shake my head. “There’s no way he knew that.”

“Quit acting like I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about,” she snaps. “You stood in our kitchen and yelled at me. Telling me that you were mad at me for believing him when he was right the entire time.” She trails off and then takes a step toward me.

I throw my hands up—the gig is up. “I did,” I confess harshly. “But that’s because he had no way of knowing that.”

“He also said you spoke to him while we were in New York? Is that true?”

My jaw clenches.

“Answer the fucking question,” she snaps.

“Yes,” I shout. “He called your cell. You were asleep so I answered. He told me he was coming back. I didn’t bother to tell you. I deleted the call and then called to have it blocked.” I try to make it as simple as possible. I’m already in deep shit, might as well jump in.

“How could you?” she asks as her face twists in pain. “All these lies.” She shakes her head.

“These lies involve your fucked-up, druggie ex,” I snap. “It’s not like I lied about another woman.” Fuck, Slade. Did you have to bring up
another woman
?

She storms toward me. “They involve my brother as well you jackass,” she shouts. “But while we’re at it, do you have lies about other women that you want to confess?”

I roll my eyes and let out a growl. “I’ve never cheated on you,” I grind out, clenching my teeth.

“Oh that sounded sincere,” she retorts.

“Don’t fucking accuse me of something I didn’t do,” I snap.

“Don’t accuse me of not knowing what I’m talking about,” she snaps back. She then huffs and spins around, storming off into the bathroom, and I follow after her. She goes to slam the door in my face but I lift my hand in time to stop it inches from my nose. I push it as hard as I can, and it hits the wall with a thud.

“What are you doing? It’s midnight,” I snap.

“Trying to get away from you. So, go away,” she snaps walking into the shower and turning it on.

I follow in after her and step where my body is right in front of hers and glare down at her. “Why are you being a bitch to me?” I demand. “Nothing involving Jax should matter to you, and you know damn well that I couldn’t tell you what Tate didn’t want you to know.”

“Don’t call me a bitch.” She reaches up and slaps me with a look of hatred.

I grab a hold of her hand and spin her around pressing her back into my front and pinning her arms to her chest. “Quit fucking slapping me,” I growl as the sting still lingers on my face.

“Quit pissing me off,” she snaps. The wetness of her body from the shower has her sliding her arms free from my hold, and she jams her elbow into my side. She pulls away from me getting under the sprayer keeping her back to me.

“Angel?” I growl.

“I have nothing to say to you,” she responds in that bitchy tone that has my temper rising.

I open the shower door and catch sight of her silk robe sitting by the tub. I walk over to it and pull the silk tie out of it. And then turn back to the shower. If she doesn’t want to talk that’s fine, but I won’t allow her to be mad at me over Jax. I’ll give her a reason to be pissed at me.

I slam the door shut and walk back over to her. I grab her arm, pulling her out from underneath the sprayer and drag her to the other side of the shower where the other sprayer is. It’s not turned on at the moment.

“Slade,” she hisses as she tries to open her eyes, but she can’t, her hair is soaked and covering half her face.

I grab a hold of her wrists and pull them in front of her and quickly wrap the tie around them several times before tying a tight knot. I spin her around to where she’s facing the wall.

“Slade,” she snaps trying to get them free. “Stop,” she demands but I just smile as I yank on the silk. It pulls her hands up above her head and I tie the other end to the showerhead and then take a step back from her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she shouts trying to move her hair out of her face.

I sigh and cross my hands over my chest as I watch her try to get loose. “I’m leaving you there until you lose this fucking attitude,” I say with a careless shrug. It could take awhile

“What?” she snaps. “I’m not fucking joking, Slade. Untie me,” she demands once again.

I uncross my arms and walk up to her placing my body up against hers. I lean down and pull all the hair off of face. “No,” I whisper bending down to her ear.

She huffs. “Just stop,” she says as her body sags in defeat, knowing I’ve already got her where I want her, and I smile.

I run my hand around the side of her soft, slick hip and down between her legs. She closes her thighs trying to keep me out but all it does is trap my hand.

“No,” she says sternly. “Whatever you’re thinking isn’t going to happen. I’m pissed off at you,” she states.

I reach up with my free hand and place my hand over her mouth. She tries to shake it off as she moves her head quickly but I pull her head back and put more pressure over her mouth. “Just give it up, baby.” She shakes her head once and pulls on her arms again. I look up hoping she doesn’t have the strength to pull the showerhead from the wall. If she gets free, she may skip right past slapping and punch me.

She mumbles something, and I ignore her attempt to get me to remove my hand from her mouth. I take my feet and easily pry her legs apart allowing my hand to slide further between her legs just where I want them.

“No surprise,” I say with a laugh and her legs tighten against mine as she tries to close them. No way, I’m much stronger than her. She looks up and narrows her eyes on me. “Your pussy is all wet and ready for me to fuck you,” I say before leaning down and nibble on her neck.

Her body gives a little shiver and she lets out a long breath through her nose as I feel her neck go slack. “That’s right, Angel.” I slide a finger deep into her pussy enjoying the wetness and the heat. “Don’t fight it.” I enter another finger roughly and she goes up on her tiptoes as she whimpers into my hand. I press my now hard cock into her lower back as I continue to pleasure her with just my fingers. Her hands are stretched way above her head and I’m still holding her head back at an uncomfortable position with my hand over her mouth. Her pussy is so fucking wet with arousal it’s running down my fingers.

“You like it when I do this, don’t you?” I say nuzzling my face into her neck. I lick the cold water off her skin and then bite down on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

Her body shakes at the notion. “You’re mine, Angel. And one thing about being mine is that I’m going to fuck you whenever and however I want. Aren’t I?” I demand and she nods her head, the woman doesn’t even have to think about it.

I smile into her neck. “Such a good girl,” I whisper as I rub my thumb over her clit. I can feel her body getting closer to coming as I work my fingers in and out of her roughly. It’s trying to fight me on its own accord. She’s breathing heavy through her nose and her eyes are closed, her legs are flexed against mine, and she’s up on her tiptoes. Just when I think she’s there, I remove my fingers. She whimpers, the sound muffled by my hand, and her body goes slack once again.

“You know how much you turn me on when you’re mad at me?” She nods once again. “I think I’m going to make you work for this one.”

She shakes her head, and I nod mine. “Yes.” She tries to push me away with her ass. “Keep trying, baby. You’re just gonna wear yourself out,” I warn. But I don’t want her to, I like it when she’s feisty and fights me.

My hand slides its way up her growing belly, and I cup one of her large breasts in my hand. I massage it roughly before pinching her nipple hard as her body bucks. Her chest rises and falls quickly and her skin is broke out in goosebumps. I don’t know if it’s ‘cause her wet body is now cold from the lack of warm water or from my touch.

“You know how much I want to make you pay for slapping me?” I ask, and I feel her legs tremble against mine. “You want me to make you pay, baby?” I pinch her nipple, and she nods her head again.

I release her and spin her around to face me. The tie holding up her bound wrists tightens from the twisting. She bows her head as she sucks in air through her mouth. I place my hands in her wet, tangled hair and lift her head to look her in the eyes.

“Slade?” she sighs heavily.

“Yes?” I ask with a straight face not wanting to show her how much that still affects me.

“What do you wanna do to me?” she asks licking her plump lips.

I tighten my hands in her hair and her breath catches. “Any. Fucking. Thing. I. Want,” I say simply. “And when you don’t think your body can take anymore, I will push it even further.”

I want one night with nothing but having my way with her. And I’m not talking about fucking and then passing out. I’m talking about once I’m done with her, leaving her there, restrained and waiting for me to use her again. I’ve been fighting a darker side for a while now with her, and she knows it.

“You will know nothing except that I have complete control,” I say honestly. “Can you imagine what it would be like not to be able to stop me?” I lean down and place my lips right in front of hers and whisper, “Not knowing what I would do to you next. Which part of your body I’m going to touch. What part of your body I’m going to fuck.” I slowly lick her parted lips as I remember what they feel like when they’re wrapped around my cock. Un-fucking-believable.

She lets out a whimper and her legs buckle. I tighten my hands in her hair, and she cries out.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” I say with a smirk knowing that’s exactly what I’m doing as I speak. “But you would know that I had the power to do so. If you refused me what I wanted.”

Her green eyes close as she pants. I’ve learned with Angel that the pain of something can make the pleasure ten times better. She likes when the cuffs are too tight, when my bites leave bruises. And I can never slap that round ass hard enough for her.

“I like the pain,” she confesses breathlessly.

“I know.” I feel her heart beat faster against my chest, and I allow myself to smile. “Would you give me that power, Angel?” I ask pulling back looking down at her. “Knowing there would be no boundaries? No say on your part?” A while back the possibility of her saying yes would have terrified me. Not now. Now I want her to give me this. I want to treat her like my little personal sex slave. And I know a part of her wants that as well.

She looks up at me and whispers, “I belong to you, right?”