“You want to do this, then we do it like this.”
Her pretty pink blush turned bright red, but she eyed his length with a hunger he knew she wouldn't be able to deny. “I can't call my brother with you inside me,” she said with an embarrassed giggle.
“Then you won't be calling him at all.” As far as he was concerned, it was as simple as that.
“But he’ll know I'm having sex.”
“Only way he’ll know is if you let him.”
“But—”
“No buts, little ladybug. That man tried to destroy you, tried to turn you into a monster in his own image, but you didn't let him. He tortured you, bruised your skin, damaged your mind, yet you stand before him now strong and beautiful, brave and determined. I want you to remember when you talk to him that you don’t belong to him anymore, he has no power over you. You're mine.”
“Actually, I'm my own, I belong to myself.” She huffed, but she drifted closer nonetheless.
“Mine,” he growled. Reaching for her, he picked her up and held her just above him, so his tip nestled against her entrance. “You told me you were mine, and I told you that you couldn’t take it back.”
“And what exactly do I get out of this?”
“Me,” Steel replied. It wasn't enough. If he could, he’d give her the entire world, but all he had to offer her was the broken pieces of his body, mind, and soul.
“You.” She said the word softly, almost reverently, and he sat there waiting for her to tell him that it wasn't enough, that she deserved more. But then she gifted him one of those precious smiles of hers and framed his face, her fingers curling into his short hair. “Mine.”
That was all he needed to hear. Steel guided her down to take him inside her, and she moaned, her head falling back as he stretched her. If there was a way for him to physically mark her as his, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d tattoo her name on his forehead if she wanted him to, so everybody would know who owned him.
“What do I say?” she asked as he pressed the phone into her hands.
“Whatever you think he’ll believe. You can do this, little ladybug, I have faith in you.”
Something soft filled her eyes, but they quickly rolled back in her head when he took one of her pebbled little nipples into his mouth, and she moaned, her chest thrusting forward seeking more.
More he was happy to give her. He wanted his woman drowning in pleasure, erasing the pain of the past a little each time she remembered how her body was supposed to be touched. Maybe he wouldn't be so good at the touchy-feely kind of stuff, but he would burn the world to the ground for her,tear down hell itself, and give her more pleasure than she could handle.
Her gaze was locked on him as she dialed a number she must have known from childhood, because they didn't have a number for her brother.
Feasting on one of her breasts, he kept a bruising grip on her hip as he continued to rock his hips, thrusting into her, while the fingers of his other hand found her bud and played with it.
“R-Ridge,” she gasped a second later.
Since he could only hear her side of the conversation, he focused on what he was doing, reminding his girl that her brother had no power over her anymore. That the years of pain were going to be replaced with endless years of pleasure. Steel might not be able to give her the world, but he could give her unyielding devotion.
“I-I found a phone, and I took it and ran,” Rose said.
There was a ragged edge to her voice that he hadn't heard before, and he had to force the growl that wanted to break free and destroy anything that hurt her. Instead, he moved to her other breast, lavishing attention on it as he worked her bundle of nerves with tight circles.
“I wasn't sure if you still had this number,” Rose continued. “They took me because of you. They thought I knew where you were, thought that you would be willing to do a trade to get me back safely.”
The sound of laughter echoed through the phone, and since he couldn’t wrap his hands around Ridge Gardner’s neck and snap it, Steel scraped his teeth over her hard little nipple, drawing a moan from Rose’s lips as her internal muscles began to flutter around him.
“Th-they beat me, burned me, whipped me,” she mumbled into the phone. “I only escaped because they thought I was too weak to do anything. I know we don’t … don’t have much of arelationship … I know you don’t love me … but I'm scared and … I didn't have anyone else to call.”
A single tear slipped free, and he knew that was the truth. The damage her brother had inflicted on her psyche had Rose feeling unworthy of love and isolating herself. Same way he and his team did.
But she was worthy of everything, and he never wanted her to doubt that again.
Catching the tear on the tip of his tongue, Steel touched a kiss to the corner of her mouth, before moving back to suckle on one of her breasts.
“Will you … will you come for me?”
