He doesn't respond but instead presses his left hand to my back and uses his right to pull my hips back, bending me at an angle so that my back is arching. I flush, equal amounts of turned on and embarrassed. “You belong to me, little rabbit,” he breathes against my neck and a whimper slips from my lips when he grips my right butt cheek and kneads it roughly. “If I see him or anyone else touch you… God help me but they won’t have a hand to use anymore. Do you understand?" When I don't immediately respond, he swats my ass twice on each cheek, drawing a cry from my lips.
“Yes, I understand,” I whimper, my brain trying to make sense of why I like this atrocious thing he’s doing to me.
“You’re mine!”
His calloused hand fondles my ass cheeks before slapping the left, harder this time. I cry out at the burn that spreads through my cheek, whimpering when he does again on the same spot, sending a mix of pain and pleasure rocking through me. “Yours,” I sob when he swats my ass, fingers clawing on the wall as my sex clenches hard…empty. Needy. “I’m yours. Only yours,” I sob, hoping for some kind of relief for the ache between my legs. “Please…”
“What do you need?” he rasps thickly behind me, his lips caressing my nape even as his hand fondles my burning ass cheek. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. Only you.”
“Exactly,” he growls, and my eyelids start to droop when his hand mercifully works between my legs. A whimper strangles my throat when he dips his middle fingers over my sodden sex, pressing against my entrance. My knees tremble, breath rushesout of me in a moan when he slides his thick digit into my entrance. “You’re dripping, baby,” he rasps into my neck, his breath caressing my skin and sending goosebumps all over my body. Slowly, he pulls out his finger, making me whimper. "By the time I'm through, everyone in this building will know you’re mine."
I bite down a scream when he shoves his finger deep and hard into me, filling my aching sex, stretching my feminine flesh and leaving me shaky. I barely manage to contain the next cry as he strokes me, pushing his digit in and out of me a few times before adding another. He kisses my neck, shoulder, his breathing labored against mine as he fingers me. I feel the threat of the orgasm, the moment so sinful, I'm certain I'm not going to last but then…he scissors his fingers, sending shock waves through my body. I cry out as the orgasm tears through me, the surprise of it leaving me breathless.
"Oh God. Pope… Oh God!" I chant, my weak knees buckling as he fucks his digits into me, faster than before. I cry out when his other hand slides between my thighs and strums at my clit. The next wave of the orgasm is just as strong as the first, if not stronger. My sex tightens hard around his fingers, spasming as he keeps thrusting his fingers into me. Faster and harder. Deeper.
I’m shaking, trembling and panting when he pulls his fingers out of me and I’ve barely caught my breath before I feel the brunt tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. “So beautiful,” he mutters into my hair. “I can’t quit you. Won’t let anyone else have you. You’re mine!”
This time, I scream when he slams into me, loud enough for it to carry outside the room. I know I should care that there are people out there who can probably hear me, but I can’t focus on that thought long enough to put it into practice.
God.
I lose all sense of time, of place, until only feeling remains. The deep ache in my sex, spreading through my body and stopping at the tip of my toes. I drop my forehead against the cool wall, my moans echoing in the room as his fat manhood slams in and out of me. His mutters words into my skin, ones I can’t make out but the roughness in his voice is enough to express his sentiments.
His hand grips my hips as he rams into me, faster and harder…deeper with every stroke. I feel my muscles coil as the threat of another orgasm comes. “Pope,” I choke out, trembling when his right hand drops back between my legs, strumming my clit in rough circles, hammering into me like a madman. I sob for more, blood pounding in my ears as my body braces for the storm and when it comes, it threatens to drown me.
I scream, my sex squeezing his cock hard as waves and waves of pleasure roll through me, making my toes curl. Stealing my breath from my lungs. He follows with a roar, biting into my shoulder as his cock swells inside of me seconds before he floods my womb with his seed.
I’m a mess, trembling and shaking from the intensity of my “punishment.” Reeling from how crazy it was to have sex in such a public place, a room where anyone could walk in and find me with my pants around my ankles and this dangerous man buried balls deep inside of me.
He had a point to prove.
I’m certain Pope meant every single word he said. “You belong to me,” he rasps possessively, brushing his lips over the spot he bit. “I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.”
I nod, feeling deliciously sore and limber. I never would have guessed that I would enjoy being marked and claimed sothoroughly but now, there is no doubt in my mind about where we’ll be once the next two years are over.
Chapter Seven
Pope
The last thing I want to do is spend my afternoon reliving the most horrifying moment of my life, but I force myself to watch the screen. To keep my eyes on the security footage from last night and on the driver speeding up, clearly aiming for the valet stand where Jude is standing but when Sienna launches herself at her brother, my eyes look away, jaw tight.
"Replay it," I tell Ghost, who is standing silently by my side and if he finds it peculiar that he's had to replay the footage three times already, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he simply replays the video and somehow, I get through her part this time, watching as Jude grabs his sister's arm to pull her down with him.
She could’ve been hurt. Hell, with the way that car was moving, she could have been killed.
As I watch the two lying on the ground, I realize I will forever be grateful to my future brother-in-law for having the presence of mind to pull Sienna with him as he fell. If he hadn’t…Christ.
“Replay it,” I say again and this time, I try to make an objective observation, pushing down my feelings along with thefear that comes with them. I focus on the car and plate, the mysterious figure behind the wheel and then the shadow that sprints into the dark after crashing into the stand and damaging my property—nearly killing my woman.
“The tags on the car came back to one that had been stolen,” Ghost says when I pause on the car.
“Professional hit?”
“Likely,” he responds.
Fuck, I’ve been off my stride since my old man died and then with the will requirements and the whole thing with Bishop, it’s put a limp on things. “
