There was pain in her tone, and he knew it was because if this situation was real that she really would doubt if her brother would bother coming for her.
“I’m in the forest somewhere. I need to put more distance between me and them.” She paused, listened for a moment. “No. I'm not turning the location features on yet. If I do it while I'm too close to them, I don’t trust you to come for me. You’ll leave me and try to find them. I heard bits and pieces of them talking when they thought I was unconscious. I know what you did to them, why you want them back, and why they want to kill you. Once you come for me, I’ll show you the way back to where they’re hiding.”
That was his smart girl.
“Please, Ridge, come for me.”
Her brother must have told her he would because she tossed the phone onto the table like she couldn’t bear touching it a second longer.
“Make me come, now,” she ordered, clutching at his shoulders and meeting him thrust for thrust. There was a desperation to her, and he knew she was already close, teetering on the edge.
Sinking his teeth into her breast, he shoved her into the orgasm her body craved, and quickly followed her over the edge, when she screamed and her internal muscles clamped around him.
The marks on her breast felt like a claim, but they would fade. Steel wondered if Rose would be willing to get his teeth marks tattooed on her breast as a permanent reminder of who she belonged to. He was already going to get a rose with a ladybug sitting on one of its petals tattooed over his heart, because for better or worse, he belonged to Rose Gardner now.
January 1st
9:50 A.M.
That had to be the craziest thing she’d ever done.
Making a call to her brother, who she hated, pretending to have escaped her kidnappers, while one of her captors had sex with her.
Only Steel wasn't her captor anymore, he was …
Honestly, Rose didn't even know how to put into words what she felt for the man. There was still a lingering layer of hatred because he’d brought her here against her will and used her like a pawn, like an object with no thoughts, feelings, or needs. But there was more than that. There was attraction, plenty of that, and also something more genuine. Not affection, she didn't know him well enough for that, and she hadn't moved enough past the hate, but it was something softer, warmer.
Telling Steel she belonged to him was stupid, and telling him he was hers was stupider still, and yet Rose didn't have it in her to regret her reckless words.
One thing she was certain of was that Steel had offered every bruised and damaged piece of his soul to her, and she knew it was a gift he hadn't ever intended to offer another person.
Steel’s tongue lapped across the teeth marks he’d left in her skin, and as she watched his dark dead against her porcelain complexion, warmth bloomed inside her. Crazy and twisted though it was, this was more tenderness than anyone else had ever shown her.
“I want my teeth marks tattooed right here,” Steel informed her as he lifted his head.
The absurdity of the statement made her laugh, but it was the fact that she didn't hate the idea of wearing Steel’s mark on her body that told her just how deep the man had managed to drag her in a short space of time.
“We’ll see,” she said, aiming for noncommittal, but from the smirk he gave her, she knew she’d given away some of her interest in the idea.
“Would stay inside you forever if I could,” he murmured, pressing his face into the curve of her neck and breathing deeply.
Before she could echo that plan, because having him inside her was like having a missing piece of herself returned, he’d lifted her off him and set her on the floor beside him. That was probably for the best. If he knew how deeply he affected her, he’d become even more obsessive and possessive than he already was.
“Guess I’d better go and clean up,” she said, moving toward her clothes.
A hand snapped out to circle her wrist, stopping her, and Steel growled, low and deep.
“Did you just growl at me?” she demanded.
“You are not going off to meet with another man without my cum still on your body. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
“I believe we’ve had this conversation already. I belong to myself, and it’s notsome other man,it’s mybrother,” she reminded him.
“You're not washing it off,” Steel snarled, yanking her closer so his other hand could go between her legs, his fingers pressing inside her, scooping up more evidence of what they’d just done and smearing it all over the inside of her thighs.
“You are crazy,” she said, but her voice had gotten husky, and a fresh wave of desire sparked to life inside her.
“Crazy for you,” he agreed, and she knew arguing about this topic was completely pointless. Still, going to see her brother like this wasn't any crazier than calling him while Steel was buried deep inside her.
