Chapter 26

CHASE

My girl's in the shower, washing the blood off her. How do I tell her I'm proud of her? For what she did tonight, for not letting Asher go too far. She can talk him down from the ledge Jax and I would fall right over with him.

On nights like this, we lose ourselves and detach from it all because it's the only way to cope. I feel nothing when I kill a man—I feel nothing when I shoot him or when I make him bleed. It's like I watch it all from a distance, something takes over me and does what needs to be done.

Usually, I'm alone after I leave the guys. My mind dwells on it and the only way I deal with this energy is to beat someone bloody at the ring to help dispel the rage, but tonight's different. For the first time I have my girl with me. That rage isn't here, that emptiness. I feel calm and content. It's what she does for me, to me.

I watch her step into my bedroom, wrapping a towel around her to dry off. I restrain myself from walking over and ripping it off her, knowing she needs some time to process. Instead, I kiss her forehead and go shower myself, wondering what's on her mind after a night like this.

I turn on the hot water, letting it flow as I step into the shower. She hasn't really spoken since we left. I'm not worried—she seems okay, just lost in her thoughts and I get that. I look down, seeing the blood flow down the drain as it washes away the sins of tonight.

The new information we got tonight shocks me. Asher will never forget his sister was some sort of initiation rite. A way to make someone else proud of them. It's fucked up, and I can't help but wonder how many other girls have lived through this, trying to piece themselves together after they were broken. How many girls does this Deacon keep track of after they are brutally raped? The whole thing makes me sick to my stomach.

I step out of the shower, wiping down the mirror before brushing my teeth.

"Chase…" my girl calls out, and I swing the door open to see her standing there. She looks like my princess from the beach—the moment she came clean to me about how she felt about me. Small. Vulnerable but with a fire that burns in her. She drops her towel. "Make love to me," she whispers.

I spit out the toothpaste swirling in my mouth, quickly washing it out before walking toward her. I pick her up easily, leading her to bed before placing her down softly. "With pleasure, Princess." She smiles up at me as I climb on top of her, brushing the water falling from my eyes.

"I love you," she says earnestly, and I don't think it matters how many times she says it—it still pierces my heart.

"I love you too, Brooke," I say back before kissing her slowly, capturing my tongue with hers as my fingers move to caress her body with a purpose. I pinch her nipple, and she cries out in my mouth. I chuckle against her before letting my lips move down to suck that nipple I just pinched.

Her fingers pull on my hair in pleasure as she moans my name. I'll never get used to that sound. Those little moans and whimpers that belong to me and me alone. She's my forever, and I'll make sure she knows that every day. I pull her thighs apart before lining my cock to her entrance, sliding in slowly as I hear her gasp for air. She wants me to make love to her tonight, and I will. I'll make sure she feels how much I love her.

She cups my face, pulling me up to kiss her as I slowly push inside of her until I'm airtight. My balls press against her as I grind inside of her. Those whimpers she makes fall from her lips as we make out. I gently pull out, feeling her wetness over my cock before turning her on the side and spooning her. I pull her head back a little, tipping it to me as I kiss her and reenter her again. My fingers move to her clit to play with that swollen nub of hers.

She writhes against me as I thrust in and out of her slowly, her fingers against my jawline as I play with her, as I fuck her. Her other hand clutches my wrist as I strum her clit between my fingers.

It's not long before she comes for me, and I empty my heavy balls inside of her. We stay there entwined, wrapped in each other in peace for a while. Just breathing each other in. I leave myself inside of her, letting her feel that fullness that I know she loves, but fuck me, every time she squirms, I can feel my cock throbbing again. I pull out of her, finally unable to take any more, and she turns pouting at me. She leans in, kissing me as her hand dips between us, tugging on my thick cock covered in her mess.

"Brooke," I growl out lowly, knowing if she keeps this up, I won't be able to stop myself from taking her pussy again.

She giggles as she wraps herself around me fully, her thumb dancing over the head of my cock playfully.

"Yes, Chase?" she teases.

I'm speechless, lost in her touch, groaning as her thumb finds the head of my cock again. "Keep that up, Princess, and you're gonna find my cum all over that little hand of yours."

She giggles again, and I know I'm lost to her. Her bratty little nature takes over. Everything in me wants to make her submit, but I resist that urge in me for now.

"You're in control tonight, baby girl. Show me what you want. My cock is yours—I am yours."

I watch her bite her lip as she ponders that for a moment. Excitement in her eyes. She stands up, wandering over to my drawers as I turn on my back to watch her pulling out one of my ties.

Oh fuck.

She straddles me, her thighs on either side of my chest.

"Hands up," she whispers, and I do as she says, surrendering myself to her completely. She wraps the tie around the metal frame of the bed, tying my hands to it before pulling it tightly. I wince a little as it digs into my skin. I know I could easily pull myself loose, but I won't. I want to watch what she has in mind. She smiles sweetly at me before giggling and climbing off me.

"Count to ten, baby, and then, if you can, come find me."

She shoots out of the room, and I'm in shock. Well, that didn't play out how I thought. My girl doesn't want control. She wants to be chased down and fucked. I start counting loudly. My cock hardens at the thought of what I'm going to do to her when I find her.

Three…

Two…

One…

I pull my wrists, twisting them to loosen the tie. I hear her giggle somewhere down the hall as I pull myself free.

"Oh, Princess, what am I going to do with you now…? You're going to regret that."

"Doubt it," she calls out, and I know she's downstairs. I head down my staircase, taking my time, letting that anticipation I know she's feeling build.

I walk downstairs into my open-plan apartment, and my eyes scan through until I finally spot her hiding place. I wander over to her, pulling on her foot that is out in the open and slide her across the wooden floor from behind the chair. She giggles, but this time it's different, more of a needy moan. I take her by the arm, pulling her up, kissing her so assertively she knows what's about to happen. I twist her around, pressing her against the wall, my legs kicking hers open as my fingers find her sweet little pussy.

"Is this what you want, Brooke? To have your man find you like this, so needy and wanting?"

She whimpers in response as my fingers slip inside of her.

"You're so wet for me, Brookie. Such a good girl."

She purrs in response, and I can't help but chuckle. I turn her around, pressing her against the wall with my hand against her throat, and fuck, I know she likes that by the moan that falls from her lips. I squeeze her throat lightly but firmly.

"Tell me what you want, baby girl. Use your words."

I loosen my grip slightly, and the words that fall from her lips make me grin.

He squeezes my throat, making my body melt again as a million thoughts run through my mind. I crave this Chase, the man that dominates my entire being when we're alone. He loves my playful nature; it allows him power over me, and he loves that I can trust him so completely.

"I have everything I want. I have you."

He kisses me intensely before picking me up so easily and pressing me into the wall. His cock slides into me as he lifts me up. "Tell me more, Princess, while I fuck this delicious little pussy."

I gasp as I feel him press himself further, deeper into my pussy. How the fuck am I meant to talk to him while he's fucking me?

"I, uh. Fuck"

He pulls back before slamming back into me, making my being tremble in ecstasy.

"Words, remember, use them, or else I stop."

Oh god.

"I love you…"

"You love me, huh?" He pulls back.

"Yes."

He thrusts back into me, making my head roll back against the wall.

"Focus, baby girl…tell me more."

"You're everything I wanted, and I'm…happy."

He starts picking up the pace and I'm done for, my mind emptying with the only thoughts in my head right now being how good this feels, how good we are together. My eyes roll back as a whimper falls from my lips.

He laughs as he pulls out of me and walks us to his couch. He lays me down on it and cups my face. "Brooke, you are everything to me. You, baby, are my light. You're my goddess, and I am madly and deeply in love with you."

He lets go of my face as a tear slips from my eye. His hand reaches down to his cock as he slips inside of me and kisses me, slowly fucking me.

Ecstasy and contentment rack over my body as he makes love to me until the dawn is on the horizon.