14. WILLOW

Ifind one of Dean’s shirts in the closet and pull it on along with some sweatpants, which I’m struggling to keep up when Dean comes in.

“Need a hand?” he smirks from the doorway.

“I need some clothes,” I snap my frustrations at him. “My legs are cold but your clothes don’t fit me.”

“Give me a minute,” he says before leaving. Abandoning the pants, I sit on the bed. For some reason, I’m feeling worked up over something as small as not having clothes that fit me properly, then again is that really a small thing? Having clothes is a basic necessity, one that Dean’s took from me.

My feelings towards him are constantly up and down. One second, I think I’m falling for him then the next I remember why I’m here and I’m back to hating him.

When Dean comes back he has a pile of clothes in his hands. “Here,” he says, holding them out to me.

“These are mine,” I say, confused as I take the pile and start looking through them.

They’re the few things I packed when I left home. I’m surprised to see he’s included my underwear in the selection. Guess I really did earn it the other night. I pull a pair on along with some leggings, leaving Dean’s shirt on. I catch his lip twitch with a small smile as he notices.

“Was that really all you took with you?” he asks and I nod. Other than the few toiletries I brought and my phone this really is all I owned. “Why?”

“I had my bag packed for months, if I put too much in it my dad might have found it and figured out I was planning on leaving.”

Dean comes to my side and puts his hands on my shoulders. “And if he did find out what would he have done?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m not sure why he bothered keeping me around at all. When I turned eighteen I thought he’d kick me out but nothing changed. There was this one time I overheard him talking to some guys he knew through work, he was asking about their sons and setting some dates up with me. So he probably would have kept me locked up until one of them agreed to marry me,” I try to laugh at the absurdity of it but deep down I know it’s what would have happened to me. It’s part of why I left when I did.

It was either run away or stay and live a life shackled to some guy that probably wouldn’t care about me as a person.

Dean seems to actually care about me. He’s asking about me and I don’t see how the answers would benefit him in any way other than slaking his curiosity. I hope I’m not just a novelty for him after all.

Dean’s grip on my shoulders tightens. “What sons? Did they ever touch you?”

“What? No. I”d never even met them.” I look up to see his anger hasn’t subsided so I add, “seriously, nothing happened.”

“I’ll kill anyone that hurts you, Willow. Whether they’re in your past or your future, they’re dead.”

“I know,” I say softly because I really do. I’m starting to understand the lengths that his obsession with me goes and I think I like it.

I put my hand on his chest and when he looks at it he starts to calm down but I can see him plotting something in his head. To distract him, I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss him. With his mouth on mine, he growls. His mood turning feral and possessive as he grabs my hair and deepens the kiss making me feel lightheaded from his taste.

I manage to pull away enough to say, “if you want to fuck me you have to feed me first.”

He narrows his eyes at me and grinds his hard bulge against me. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

“I don’t think that’s a good promise to make,” I laugh.

“Fine, but I’m fucking you and covering you in my come once you’ve eaten.” He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. Pain radiates where his shoulder digs into my cuts.

“Ah! Dean put me down!” he doesn’t listen as he carries me out of the room. “Dean, I’m serious! It hurts!” As quickly as he can, he drops me to my feet and looks me over.

“What’s wrong?”

“The cuts,” I groan, lifting my shirt. There’s no blood but they’re throbbing with sharp pain. “You’ve got to be careful. You’re the one that put them there in the first place.”

“Sorry, little kitten, I didn’t think.”

He looks genuinely sorry that he hurt me. “It’s okay. You know I don’t break that easily.” I smile weakly up at him and his face brightens a tiny bit.

I look away from the confusing emotions in his eyes and notice the door handle. I knew he’d replaced it but never actually thought to look at it closely. “There’s no lock,” I say.

“I want you to be able to come and go from here whenever you like.” Tears well in my eyes and I quickly brush them away.

“Thank you, Dean.” He nods and gives me an awkward grin before turning away and heading downstairs. I follow after him feeling a little bit lighter.

“I may not be able to cook a three course meal but I can fry bacon and eggs, Willow.”

“Hmm, I don’t know I should probably find a fire extinguisher before you burn the place down,” I tease Dean as he battles with the pan that’s now spitting oil everywhere. “Seriously though, be careful, you don’t want an oil burn.”

“I already told you it’s fine.” He grabs the tongs, gets what looks like some very crispy bacon out of the pan and sets it on a plate.

It’s kind of endearing watching him struggle to cook since he acts so damn cocky all the time.

He sets the plate down in front of me before taking his seat to my right. As he eats I end up staring at the scar on his upper lip. It’s so deep that it leaves an indent and it strikes me that I know exactly how it feels on my mouth and my tongue.

“You’re staring, little kitten,” he smirks over his mug of coffee.

“I wasn’t!” I quickly say as I stuff a forkful of food into my mouth. He snorts out a laugh.

“You want to know about my scars?“ he says as he puts his mug down, his finger idly tracing patterns on the side.

“Yeah. How did you get the one on your lip?” I ask as my curiosity gets the better of me.

“Some are perks of the job, others are from childhood.” My stomach churns at the thought of anyone hurting him as a child. “Your favorite one I got a couple years ago. Took a punch that split my lip in two, had to get it stitched up.”

I know I should stop staring but I can’t. I want to etch every scar of his into my mind and create a map that tells me the history of him.

“Why are you laughing?” I ask as my cheeks go hot.

“You really like this one,” he says and his tongue swipes across it.

“No, I do not. That would be weird.”

“It’s hot that you’re into it,” he shrugs. “You know, I’ve not forgotten my promise for after you’ve eaten your breakfast.”

“Is that why you burnt it? So I’d come on your cock quicker?” My eyes slowly widen as I realize what I’ve said and Dean has the biggest, cockiest grin I’ve ever seen. I’ve never said anything like that before and to say it to him I must be out of my mind. But it feels good to be so carefree with him. It’s like I don’t have to worry about what I say here.

“Do any of your scars still hurt?” I ask, quickly changing the subject, but he just shrugs as he sips his coffee. “You know since I’m living with you I should at least know more about you. All I really know is your first name and how your cock tastes.”

He chokes on his coffee and says, “christ, Willow. Are you horny or something this morning? It’s not like you to keep talking about my cock.”

I think I might be. I”ve never really felt like this before. I used to masturbate but that doesn’t begin to compare to the needs my body has now. Feeling weirdly confident I push my chair back and step over to Dean. His fists clench at his sides as he looks up at me. Before I lose my nerve, I lift my leg over his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Fuck, kitten. Please tell me you’re done eating because I can’t not fuck you like this.”

My arms wrap around his neck as I lean down, his cock is hard already and I’m starting to regret putting clothes on.

If he’s going to fuck me anyway I might aswell enjoy it and try to take charge of the situation for once.

“I want to fuck you.” His hand is already between us, unzipping his jeans before I can finish. “But I want to ask you some questions first.”

His head tips back. “You’re killing me here, little kitten.” His voice is rough and strained, I know he’s holding himself back from pinning me to the table and just fucking me anyway. “What do you want to know?”

“Is there anyone else? We’re not doing this if you’re sticking it elsewhere”

“I love how jealous you get. I’m only fucking you, of course.” He kisses my jaw and I arch my head back so he can get to my neck where he bites down making me moan.

“Not done,” I say breathlessly and he groans but still holds himself back letting me take charge.

“Anyone I need to worry about coming over when you’re not around?” Dean’s job is dangerous so I can only assume the people he knows are dangerous too. The last thing I need is to be caught unaware by someone like that stopping by.

“No baby, I’ve only got one friend, Bones, and he knows not to come over without an invite.”

“Your friend”s name is Bones?”

“Really don’t want to be talking about him right now.” He rolls his hips but the friction’s not enough to reach my clit where I need it. I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself to not give in so easily.

“Tough. I want to know about you.”

“We don’t use our real names in jobs like ours.”

“What name do you use?”

“Carver. I didn’t pick it myself, it just sort of stuck. Anyway, what about you? Anyone I need to be jealous of?” He’s trying to not sound like he’s already jealous before I’ve even answered him but I can tell from the gravel in his voice that he’s already planning to murder anyone I name.

“You were my first, remember? You were actually my first kiss as well.” A shadow of what looks like guilt passes over him but leaves just as quickly as it came. “Thank you for making it such a memorable first time by the way.” I’m trying to make light of it but a wave of heat takes over my body as I replay each moment in my head. Even the fear I felt turns me on now. When I open my eyes I realize I’ve been grinding on his lap and he’s looking down at the wet patch already forming on his jeans.

“Please, tell me we’re done talking now.”

I want to keep asking him the jumble of questions constantly rolling around in my brain but all I can think of is the intense heat between us. There will be plenty of time to talk later.

I bite my lip suddenly feeling nervous that he’s waiting for my permission before he touches me. It’s so unlike him but it makes me feel good.

I nod and he grabs the waistband of my leggings, yanking them down along with my underwear. Before I can even react he’s lifting me onto his cock and filling my dripping pussy with his length. A strangled cry leaves my throat from the sudden feeling of overwhelming fullness inside me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he sighs then his mouth is everywhere. Nipping at my jaw. Tugging on my lips. Biting lightly on my neck. “You’re going to ride me, baby. Take what you want from me.”

I gasp at the offer but don’t think too much about it, this isn’t the time to get stuck in my head. So I do what he says. My toes lift me up off the floor just enough for the tip of his cock to remain inside me before I sit back down on him. My body comes alive with every inch that fills me.

I lift up again, moaning when his cock leaves me and I end up edging myself over and over again as I let gravity take me back down each time.

He barely moves beneath me but I can see the strain in his muscles and the vein bulging in his neck as he holds back. The feel of his cock so deep in me doesn’t let me think of anything else but him and I know I need more.

“Please, Dean,” I beg him but he won’t give me what I need not unless I explicitly ask for it. I both hate and love him for it.

“I’m yours to use baby, tell me what you need.”

“I—I need—I need…”

Why can’t I just say it?

I want the pain that’s pushed me so far off the edge I’m suspended in mid air before falling back into his waiting arms.

I bite down hard on his neck until I taste blood and he grunts giving me a quick buck of his hips before he tugs my collar to the side and bites down so hard that my orgasm tears out of me with a scream.

His grip on me tightens and I work my ass up and down on his lap making my pussy milk his cock as he unleashes lashes of his hot come inside me.

For a second, it dawns on me that we’re still not using protection but my concerns are pushed back to the recesses of my mind as he kisses me, the taste of both our blood mixing on my tongue.

When we tear our mouths apart I trace my finger over the bite on his neck and smile. “This one might actually scar,” I chuckle. After all the marks he’s left on me it feels good to add one from me to his already extensive collection. A wave of jealousy comes out of nowhere in me as I imagine some other woman riding him and leaving her mark.

“I hope it does. The scars that you give me are the only ones I care about.”

He takes hold of my hand and looks at his blood on my fingers. For a moment I think I’ve done the wrong thing and he’ll be angry that I’ve hurt him but he smirks. The devilish curve of his lips makes my stomach swoop and when he brings my fingers to his mouth and sucks the blood off, my pussy clenches.

“Mmm, baby, you really don’t want to be doing that whilst I’m still inside you, unless you want me to fuck you again.” I clench again without even meaning to and he growls. “I’m not a patient man, Willow, but for you, I’m really trying to be. Now, I’m only going to ask this once—,” before he can finish his sentence I squeeze down on him again, this time voluntarily.

His eyes flare, the icy blue turning a darker shade like the night sky. I squeal as he pulls my top off then swipes his arm across the table knocking everything to the floor before he lays me down on it.

“You might want to hold on, baby because I’m in control this time,” he smirks and I do as he says but rather than gripping onto the edge of the table I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my hands behind his neck.

There’s a softness to his features as he gazes down at me and I shiver from how intense his admiration of me feels. His eyelids grow heavy with desire as my pussy flutters around him and he bares his teeth as he starts to pound into me relentlessly.

I feel his cock thickening as he’s about to come but he pulls out and I watch him fist himself a few times. “Promised you I”d cover you in come. Now, be a good girl and hold your tits together for me,” he says through gritted teeth and I squeeze my breasts together as come shoots out of his cock and paints my chest in ribbons of white.

”That might be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he sighs.