Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

K enya

I wasn't used to stuttering under the worst of circumstances, but he'd managed to shock the hell out of me more than once that evening. "Wha… What?" He tightened his hold around my throat to the point I was forced to stretch my neck. I couldn't believe I'd run from him, as if I could have gotten away.

It was in my nature, something forced onto me at an early age. My father and brother had insisted I knew what it felt like to be abducted and what to do if I managed to escape. I'd laughed at them then but now, I felt almost grateful, even though my skills were way too rusty.

Why hadn't I checked the bathroom before leaving? I would have known he'd been playing me instead of finding myself crushed against a pile of natural debris, his massive body covering every inch of mine.

And I'd been forced to feel his thick, throbbing cock again.

Shit. There went my mouth watering all on its own from the lurid thoughts rushing through my sinful mind. I doubted it was any worse than what I'd sensed he'd been thinking about doing.

I was trembling, still excited and full of adrenaline, but what he'd just said had shifted a real wave of fear into me.

"You're going to learn, baby girl, that some men will follow true leaders blindly, dying for the cause if asked. They don't need to be convinced or plied with money. They are simply indoctrinated into the family unit. Everyone wants to feel special. That's what your brother and I provide for dozens of other people. A home."

I'd been as repulsed by my father's words spewed in anger then as I was now hearing Beckham on the other side of the blasphemous situation. Or so he wanted me to believe. Yet I had to ask myself whether I could believe anything coming from the sensual man's mouth. He was a conniving pig after all.

In a sexy, masculine body.

God. What was wrong with my brain?

"Yep. Today and your behavior remind me why my parents believed in corporal punishment." Beckham laughed, which was thankfully another reminder he was a dangerous man intent on destroying a part of my life. I didn't care if that was only a single night. It would be enough.

But for what I wasn't certain.

I remained so flabbergasted that when he nipped my earlobe, another series of tingles skittered all the way down to both big toes. However, he'd performed the sensual deed for a sole purpose. Keeping me off guard so he could easily toss me over the edge of the kitchen table.

"What are you doing?" I finally found my stronger voice, fighting even harder than before to push up from the table.

"You know exactly what I'm doing unless you'd prefer that I toss you across my lap, which would be far more intimate. And perhaps be a more humiliating end to your senseless fight."

Humiliating? The man wanted to humiliate me. Well, fuck him. Not really. Okay, maybe the filthy act had entered my mind but that wasn't going to happen. "Hell, no."

"Then be polite and take your medicine like a good girl."

Was he really kidding me? No one had treated me this way. Not even my father. Sure, he'd beaten up on my brother a couple of times, but it seemed that level of punishment was required for male kids of my father's brutal sperm. The bastard. But I'd been considered his little princess. Something I abhorred to this day.

I hadn't realized he'd backed away until I heard him whistle. That's when I tried one more time to bolt out the kitchen door.

"No, you don't." He easily snapped his hand around my arm, tugging me back. This time he didn't bother with the table, still whistling as he jerked out one of the chairs, bouncing me on his lap given the force he used in pulling me down. "This will be much better and I think deliver a far more powerful message."

Everything about his actions seemed off kilter to me. Ruthless men such as he was didn't take the time to dole out punishment to anyone. I'd seen that firsthand. Why was he doing this? Because our attraction was like white-hot lightning? Maybe. Or maybe he was making fun of me for trying to protect myself. He'd managed to shock me on more than one level and he was doing so again, including by easily maneuvering my shorts down my hips, taking my thong with them.

When my butt was fully exposed, I knew I'd gasped or screeched or something.

"Careful now. I doubt you want an audience. Or do you? Maybe you get off on a little sin and shame." He was laughing, the dark and husky sound keeping me in a strange sense of awe or maybe my mind was wrangling with the various ways I wanted to kill him.

I could be considered lethal given what I'd learned over the years.

Even stranger was the pain that flashed down my legs as he cracked some implement across both ass cheeks at the same time was followed by an immediate feeling of raw pleasure.

"What in God's name did you use?' I gasped, although I wasn't certain why I wanted to know. What did it matter? It was impossible not to yelp as the harsh reality of what he was doing was slammed into my mind.

He was obviously having the time of his life. I knew that when he twirled a fucking wooden spoon in front of my face. "I might not be able to cook, little princess, but boy, do these things come in handy for other things." He delivered four more and I froze on his knee, moaning and cursing.

It was stilling and far too powerful for all the wrong reasons. If the bastard really thought I got off on acts of shame, then he was nuts.

There was something far too playful about the way he tapped out a rhythm on my butt, moving from one side to the other. I did my best to get the hell off his lap but I only ended up humping him like some wild dog, before he simply threw one of his muscular legs over both of mine.

I wasn't going anywhere.

Panting, the combination of anguish and sheer bliss nearly tore my mind apart. The fact I was getting wetter by the second was the most repulsive aspect of this entire situation. It wasn't normal for your nipples to be rock hard during a spanking. Or so I hoped.

"Boss. Jesus. I thought something was wrong." Hearing Jeff's voice startled me.

At least the way Beckham had jerked me over his lap allowed me to lift my head. I could feel heat sliding up both sides of my face but maybe, just maybe I was hiding some of my naked ass.

If I'd believed Beckham to be lacking in the gentlemanly skills before, he decided to prove it by bringing down the spoon four or five additional times before answering his soldier. God, I couldn't believe I was calling them soldiers as if there was a war going on and being treated like a child in front of someone I barely knew.

Everything was muddled as hell.

"We're fine," Beckham said. "Just a little disagreement. Make sure Camden doesn't need anything and head back upstairs. I can handle everything here by. My. Self."

The way he exaggerated the last words annoyed the hell out of me and I tossed my head toward him in an effort to glare into his eyes. Sadly, I wasn't a contortionist. The move did nothing more than once again slide my wet and aching pussy across the thick bulge between his legs.

"I can see that," Jeff said. "I'll ensure no one bothers you, boss man. Enjoy."

Enjoy? Was the bastard kidding me?

I continued fighting until I was simply exhausted. Hanging my head, I told myself giving in might end the situation much quicker. The pain had almost entirely morphed into something I almost enjoyed, which would forever leave a bad taste in my mouth.

"Please just stop," I finally said. Or rather I begged.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. Ten more."

Ten felt like it could be a hundred but I bit my tongue so I wouldn't egg him on, the bastard likely eager to dole out more. I did what I could to shut down instead, even fighting my ragged breathing.

After ten he did stop, tossing the spoon onto the kitchen table, but he didn't let me up right away. He moved his leg and brushed the tips of his fingers under my nightshirt first before slowly rubbing them down the length of my spine. I heard his breathing change and the way his cock was currently throbbing was entirely different.

I couldn't put my finger on the reason, but I had to admit the pulsing into my stomach, the intensity of the electric vibrations was leaving me with additional bad girl thoughts and desires.

He started caressing my skin, rolling the rough pads around in circles several times before sliding them down the crack of my ass to my pussy. As soon as he dared to dip a single finger between my slickened folds, I stiffened and sucked in my breath. What he was doing was so very wrong.

But God help me if one side of me didn't want him to continue while the other wanted to knock his block off. What I didn't need in my life were any additional complications. I'd fought for my independence and to get away from the third tyrannical man in my life. I refused to allow this controlling bastard to set me back by years.

At last he seemed to sense I'd shut down my emotions, pulling his hand free and exhaling. As he helped me off his lap, it seemed all the amusement had left his system. Unfortunately, what it had been replaced with was something he couldn't hide.

Lust.

I could make all the nasty comments in the world about the man, but it was obvious he was as uncertain about me as I was about him.

He held my arms as I collected myself, keeping his head lifted and his eyes pinned on me. "Go to bed. I'll be up in a minute. I need to trust that you won't go anywhere. Can I do that?"

It was getting late and I was as exhausted as he was. "You can trust me as much as I can trust you. If that helps any."

When he started to stand, I backed away. There was so much about him that seemed different. Maybe it was because he had pulled out his shirttail, unbuttoned more of the buttons, and was looking a bit more disheveled than he had before. Perhaps the intense sensations were because of the way his beard accentuated his aristocratic features or the golden flecks dancing in his irises. Whatever it was, just looking at him was taking a toll.

"You were a very good girl," he said in a husky voice.

"But I owe you for that," I said in a quiet voice. I managed to jerk up my panties and shorts with one hand. I was certain I looked a mess and my face remained flushed. Thank God the lighting in the kitchen wasn't that bright.

"For what?"

I had a feeling when I reflected on the single action later, not only would I regret my choice of underlining a point, but I'd realize it had been a stupid attempt at deflecting the way my body continued to respond to him.

Yet I couldn't help myself, hauling off and cracking my fist against his jaw. It really was a gut reaction, catching me as much off guard as it had him. I even clamped both my hands across my mouth to keep from screaming.

Okay. I had to calm down. When he stumbled backwards, another odd moment slipped into my mind. His back hit the edge of the counter at an awkward angle, and I cringed deep inside. I felt the need to apologize. I also wasn't good at that any longer. It had been a promise I'd made to myself.

"I'm sorry. That was… atrocious and uncalled for."

Instead of retaliating in whatever way that I was expecting, he surprised me in a way that was something I'd remember for a hell of a long time to come.

He took a single long stride forward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck in an entirely different kind of hold. One that screamed passion. As he jerked me forward, I was inundated with far too many feelings and sensations, but the attraction was so powerful I hungered for his touch.

And he wasn't taking no for an answer.

The moment he dragged me onto my toes, he captured my mouth. While I'd done everything to push him off during the kiss in the woods, I was almost instantly drawn into the aura of his power. His danger.

And the kind of passion most women dreamt of.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I'd regret my actions, but maybe I wanted to live for the moment. The kiss from before was enthralling, but this was even better. He immediately swept his tongue past my already slightly swollen lips. His actions weren't gentle. They were rough and relentless. Rolling his other hand over my shoulder and cupped my aching bottom, lifting me off my feet, he swung me around as I'd seen in movies, growling the entire time. How was it possible a man could growl when he was concentrating on kissing a lady?

My entire body was so alive, tingling in a way that could only be described as being plugged in. I couldn't seem to stop shaking and the way both breasts ached was something I'd never experienced in my life. I couldn't even talk about the thunderous pulsing in my core or the explosive heat that rushed up and down the length of me like a tidal wave. Talk about opposites attracting. The insanity of this moment would forever be memorable.

He squeezed my buttocks, which caused me to moan inside his mouth, something he captured with ease. He was certainly a powerful kisser, his tongue exploring every inch even though the sense of urgency was building to a steep precipice.

Just like the crackle of electricity that had already nearly consumed us.

I could tell he wasn't interested in waiting, already walking us back toward the kitchen table, now rubbing his hand up and down my back. His deep, rich scent seemed to combine a hint of the forest with dark herbs, spices, and a touch of exotic wood that I couldn't place. It was far too intoxicating, stealing more than just my breath.

Every sound we made was like animals in the wild, famished for one another. There seemed to be no time to waste, both of us determined to enjoy what we could. Only I had to stop thinking or I'd talk myself out of this.

He fumbled with my shorts this time, finally wrangling them down my hips. I shimmied until gravity took them to the kitchen floor, kicking out of them seconds later.

The urgency continued to build, so much so I'd lost all sense of everything else. He was so controlling, such a dominating man that two seconds after he pulled away, jerking off his shirt from his collar and pitching it, he was ripping at mine. It was crazy to be fucking in the middle of the kitchen of the bed and breakfast with two bad men sleeping upstairs and another roaming my yard outside.

But here I was being taken by a wild man with dark needs.

He nearly ripped my shirt taking it off. I was panting and moaning as I pushed my palms against his chest, marveling at the way his heated skin felt underneath my fingertips. Nothing about this was right or good on any level but there wasn't a chance he'd allow this to stop at this point.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he jerked at his trousers. I just noticed he'd removed his belt upstairs, which was likely the only reason the bastard hadn't used it to spank me. The smart girl inside, the one who said this was a terrible idea knew she should push him away, but I couldn't get the words from my mouth let alone find the energy to push him physically.

There wasn't just an urgency about the man any longer. It was as if his life depended on fucking me or he'd run out of air. Now he chose to toss me over the top of the table, his hunger knowing no bounds. He spread my legs wide open, bending them at the knee and for a few seconds all I could do was stare up at the ceiling without blinking.

This was the craziest thing I'd ever done, my mind barely able to process it but the moment he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit, I was certain I'd died and gone to heaven. Every sound was exaggerated, the way he pushed my inner thighs with force telling me in no uncertain terms at this moment he owned me. I wanted to watch him, even if the light over the stove wasn't very bright, but I threw my arm over my eyes instead, unable to bear the thought of one of his men seeing me like this.

I'd never felt so exposed or vulnerable, which added to the filthy element. It was something you'd dish over with your best friend during a round of margaritas, but I could never tell anyone what had occurred inside this house. Not a soul.

He was more like an animal than a man, feasting as if the king of the pride. Or as if he'd trussed me up, placing me on a huge silver platter covered in candied pineapple and smothered in fruits and berries.

The analogy was as strange as the moment. I closed my eyes, doing what I could to control my nerves. I'd wanted a bad boy. Well, look what I got. The worst kind, both charming and disarming while easily able to control the moment. I could only imagine what he did with his enemies.

He'd admitted he'd killed all those men. Why was I thinking about that when it seemed the man had learned my body's nuances so easily? I tossed my head back and forth as he rolled both thumbs on either side of my clit while sucking on the tender tissue. I had a sense he was watching my every move, gauging what I liked. I refused to look at him.

That would make the moment that much more real.

As he dragged his tongue all the way down the length of my pussy, I took several deep breaths. I wasn't a screamer during sex, but dear God, this was the kind of pleasure that could push every button.

He held me down as I started to buck up from the table, still making animalistic sounds as he feasted. I shouldn't have been shocked he was as masterful at this, but he was bringing me right to the precipice of erupting into a powerful orgasm then pulling back. He did it a number of times until my moans were so strangled I couldn't recognize my own voice.

When he finally allowed me to fall into the realm of ecstasy, I was floored how incredible the orgasm was. No one had taken the time needed to please me. It was usually so difficult for me to let go but it was as if Beckham and I had known each other for much longer.

"So wet. I love it."

I didn't want to be lost in his rough voice or the way he made me feel, but as he refused to stop licking, returning to his methods from before, I was quite certain I would lose my mind. I was half moaning, half laughing as my nerves seemed to get the better of me. As he dug his fingers into my skin, the hold was enraptured and I had a sense the man could devour all of me with ease.

He licked up and down roughly, now driving a few fingers inside. As he flexed them open, I realized just how tight I'd become. The pleasurable sensations continued and I was thrown into such an amazing fog that at least for now nothing else mattered.

Without warning, another orgasm rushed into my system. I was instantly hot and cold, incapable of finding a balance with anything. That included the thoughts racing through my mind.

All I could do was pant like some crazed girl, my panic fighting with a euphoria I'd never experienced before.

I wasn't even aware I'd come down from the beautiful cloud he'd swept me onto until he jerked me back to a sitting position. As he pulled my bottom to the edge of the table, I finally allowed myself to gaze at him through lazy eyes. He was a creation of beauty. There was no doubt about that. The dull lighting couldn't hide the fact he was chiseled all over, his six-pack abs looking more like eight or ten even in the shadows.

While he was an arrogant bastard, the interesting thing was he didn't seem as if he considered himself a conqueror of women. Maybe I was trying to find something decent inside of him to make this experience okay in my mind.

His chest was heaving as he tugged down his trousers, leaning us over and planting his hands on either side of me. "Tell me you want this."

"What if I don't?" I mewed.

"I'll take it anyway. But I'd like to hear it."

I couldn't help myself, struggling to remain balanced on one elbow as I brushed the tip of my finger as far down his ribbed shaft as possible. He was even larger than I'd envisioned and I wasn't certain how he'd fit buried inside of me. "Do you always get what you want?"

"Pretty much. So tell me." This time he was issuing a command.

So much of me wanted to keep from giving him what he wanted, but with his mesmerizing effect on me, it was useless. "Yes, I do."

"You do what?"

I toyed with him although my mind was blown, scooting so my butt was hanging off the table. "Does that answer your question?"

"No. Tell. Me. Now."

"I want you. Fuck me. Just fuck me. Okay?"

He snickered as if this was the single battle he'd won tonight and the second I pressed his cockhead against my swollen folds, he impaled me, driving the entire length inside.

Now wild horses couldn't have stopped me from exclaiming, my mind blown as my pussy muscles clamped and released several times. He kept his hands in the same position, driving long and hard into me. I remained on my elbow, using my other hand to knead his chest. Why was it so damn sexy that he still had his trousers pooled around his ankles? I wasn't certain but I knew this was the way sex should always be.

The look on his face remained intense, so much so I couldn't blink, could barely breathe. He was relentless, driving me into the table, refusing to let go. Refusing to give me any room to breathe. But I adored how insanely brutal he was, pushing not only my buttons but my limits as well.

I threw my head back, now forced to lean on both elbows or fall flat on my back. He was unstoppable, his stamina more than I'd had in my life.

Not that I was the most experienced girl in the world but this was… Delicious.

The sounds we were making had to be floating to other areas in the house, but no one bothered us and for that I was grateful. I wasn't an exhibitionist no matter what he might believe.

"So fucking tight," he whispered in an almost unrecognizable voice.

Still dazed and in wonderment, the one thing I was certain of was that I could easily lose the rest of my mind. He was tensing much like I was, pushing both himself and me even harder. Within seconds, I felt another orgasm coming on and that had never happened to me before. I'd faked almost every orgasm I'd had with a man.

I knew my mouth was opened wide, the strangled moan all I could do at that moment. He gripped my hips, yanking me forward with such ferocity I knew after this I would definitely be exhausted.

As he groaned and panted, my pussy continued to clench, pulling his cock in even deeper. In the next few beautiful seconds, I fell into a sweet moment of rapture, an entirely different plane that was true ecstasy. It was peaceful, allowing me to fully escape into the throes of passion.

There was nothing left to feel or say as he erupted deep inside of me.

I'd allowed a stranger to fuck me inside my place of business. I'd never had a one-night stand before. Now this. It was twisted and surreal and the worst thing of all was that I could see myself doing it again.