“Did a grocery run and got some bulk supplies. Even picked up a couple new dresses for her.” He wrinkles his nose, but it won’t take him long to get over it.
“Oooh, I’m excited to see them,” she says.
“Later,” Raphael says to her. “It’s bedtime.”
Her eyes always flick to Jude first. But I expect Raphael to have her share Rory’s bed again until—he turns to me. “Seth.”
“Score!” I yell, tear off the boa, and march right for Briella to throw her over my shoulder.
Shaking her head with laughter puffing through her nose, she waves goodbye to the others. She has no idea what she’s instore for tonight. More blood surges to my cock at the thought of showing her the different side of me. The side that went through hell, found my tribe of demons, and chose to build a life worth living instead of just surviving.
Time for her to stop underestimating me.
Time for Seth baby to be her daddy—so to speak.
36
Briella
“THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH MY THINGS.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Through Hell”
“Sit in the Shadows”
“Irreplaceable”
“What are you doing, Seth?!”
I thought he was taking me to his cabin until he went around the backside. Now, I’m bent over his woodpile. Tied up. Naked. My ass up. Crisp air drifts across my skin, and the smell of cedar and oak fills my senses.
He touches me, his strong, warm hand palming my pussy. “A little light discipline, Briella. Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll make it good for you. Ahh, what a sweet, darling slut you are, getting wet for me.”
Oh, God. I strain with the ropes, but they don’t give an inch. My breasts are plumped against the wood, and my nipples stand erect from the cool air.
“You think I’m just the nice guy, Briella Darling…” he muses while gripping my hair, coiling it around his fist before giving it a sharp yank. I swallow hard as he breathes along my cheek, lipsrubbing the skin. “Tonight I’m showing you what a bad boy I am.” His smile is wolfish. “Nice and slow.”
I shiver when he strokes my ass. The next thing I feel is something brushing down the curvature of my spine. Gentle but coarse and firm at the same time.
“Feel this rope, Briella Darling? It’s soft but firm and stubborn. Just like you.”
He thwacks my pussy with it, and I lurch, my breasts bouncing from the sudden action. “Mmm…” The moan leaves my throat as he dips the rope between my folds, wetting it with my fluids.
He pauses, and cool air hits me. I take deep breaths. Hearing the clanking of tools and then the soft ruffle of fabric, I swing my head to each side, not able to turn to see what he’s doing. But his plaid shirt lies on the ground beside me. Seth meanders around the woodpile, showing his harvest of muscles and sporting a tool belt stuffed with supplies.
What’s more impressive is theothermuscle throbbing behind his jeans.
He flexes for me, tilting his head and staring down with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Like my tool belt, Darling? I’m going to introduce you to every one of my tools. Hmm…like these.” He pulls out a pair of thin pliers and traces his finger across the length. “Nifty little thing. Good for twisting, tightening, or pinching.”
I choke on a breath.
“And gripping,” he adds while inching it toward me, toward my breasts.
“Seth!” I gasp as he takes one nipple between the pliers in a tender pinch. He knows just how much pressure to use, and my bud grows harder for him. He repeats the action with my other nipple, then plucks each one. Heat ignites in my core. The nipple play seems to go on forever, and they’re so sensitive, my clit isdesperate for friction. But I can’t seem to grind against the wood enough.
“Careful, Darling,” he says with a knowing smirk. “You keep squirming like that, you’ll get splinters. And I really don’t want my woman’s pussy getting that kind of wood in her.”
