20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Jarrett

" O h no, you fucker. Your hands aren't getting anywhere near me until you tell me what the fuck is going on."

"I think it's obvious, Kitten. These bastards are from The Firm and they were gonna kill ya. Luckily for you, I followed you from the gala." Grinning, I step towards her and grip her waist, pulling her closer. "You're such a badass. I knew those heels were capable of killing a man." Using my other hand, I tangle her hair between my fingers and kiss her no longer perfectly made-up lips.

Ophelia slides her palm over my bicep and squeezes before pulling away.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Her pupils are blown and desire is written all over her bloodied and trembling limbs.

There's a bruise forming on her cheek, and I can't help stroking my thumb gently across it as I answer her question.

"Doing what, Kitten?" I know what she's saying, but her fire fuels me and I want her to explain herself.

"Kissing me like you own me." There's no bite in her tone, almost like she's actually confused over the statement, especially considering how we're even here in the first place.

"Because I do own you." Her eyes widen and she's about to spark, but I quickly continue. "Just like you own me. Heart, mind, dick, and fucking soul. All yours, Kitten."

Frowning, she sighs deeply and squints her eyes at me, then she bites her bottom lip and takes another breath.

"We need to clean up this mess, I usually have an escape plan in place when I do this kinda thing so we're gonna have to improvise on this one." And just like that, she's accepted what I'm confessing to her—at least, that's what I'm telling myself. I don't doubt there will be a lot of push and pull with us, but I know this is the beginning of something fucking magical.

Here, in the middle of a dirt road, surrounded by dead men and covered in their blood, this glorious fucking woman is agreeing to be mine.

I kiss the fuck out of her again, the feel of her tongue against mine easily capable of making me forget everything around us.

"I know a geezer who cleans up shit like this. Nothing to do with The Firm. He's cushty." I pull out my phone and hit call on Niall. The look of pure confusion on Ophelia's face makes me smile as I bring my phone to my ear.

"What the fuck is a cushty? And geezer?"

Chuckling, I kiss her beautiful, soft lips. "One sec, Kitten."

Niall answers the phone. "J-dog, my man. You good?" He and I met by chance when I was holidaying in Florida fifteen years ago. Some cunt tried to jump Niall on the way home from a bar one night. I caught him, killed him, and Niall and I have been friends ever since. His particular set of skills just happen to be real fucking handy in times like this. Not that I go around killing people on the regular.

"Yeah, cheers, mate. I'm gonna send you my location on a pin, if you wanna bring a few beers with ya." He fucking hates beer, more of a liquor man, and we decided years ago that beer was our code for help. I'm not a clean up guy, but if he needs help, he just asks me for the same thing. He had a client try to blackmail him once before, I helped by killing the fucker.

"No problem. See you in around four hours." The line goes dead and I bring my attention back to Ophelia, who is staring at me like she has no idea what the fuck is going on. I suppose she doesn't.

"Niall is an old mate, we go way back."

"I'm still on the cushty geezer thing?" She raises her brows and her nose wrinkles in the cutest fucking way, making me laugh and kiss the tip of it.

"Means he's an alright guy. Decent. We can trust him."

"I thought I could trust Dexter. Opie did a search on him and he came back clean." She sighs and looks around at the destruction. Luckily, it's not a well-used road and it's just after midnight. The driver of her car had been switched out with one of The Firm's men and brought us down some dirt track.

"The real Dexter is clean. This guy, Landon, was a fucking scumbag. I tried to warn you…" I shrug, unable to suppress my grin because it seems my woman is still in fight mode.

"You've been watching me since we got back. You could have warned me that my new donor was a lying bastard before I invited him to be my date at the gala. Or even before I agreed to take him and his weird friend home. So forgive me, Jarrett, but your warning sucked." Stepping away from me, she folds her arms across her chest and avoids eye contact.

"How about you suck, Kitten?" She's agitated, fidgety, and I get the impression she has a lot going through her mind. Something to focus on, other than what's going on around us, is what she needs.

"How about you fuck off?" Ophelia pokes her cute pink tongue out at me, but there's a smirk on the corners of her lips.

With a low growl, I narrow my gaze on her and slowly slide my arms out of my suit jacket. It's ruined, splattered with blood, but it'll do the job. I carefully lay it out on the ground at her feet and narrow my eyes at her in a challenge.

"Spread your legs, Ophelia." Calling her Kitten is spot on, but I love to sound out every syllable of her name.

As if by magic, she obeys. But I know it's not magic, it's her desperate need to do as I ask, to have a moment where she doesn't need to think or plan or make decisions of her own.

I lower to my knees, ripping the rest of her dress open using the slit and growling like a man possessed when I see that she's not wearing knickers.

"Where the fuck are your knickers?" Glaring up at her, I grip her thighs in a bruising hold.

"You mean my panties? Underwear? Yeah, I didn't want visible panty lines, soo…" She shrugs, clearly amused by my reaction.

"I was gonna make you come, but I think you need a reminder that you have a man. One who won't tolerate you dating other men, especially without fucking underwear on." That's really the least of our worries tonight, but for right now, the thought of her being knickerless around all those people, without me by her side, is rage inducing.

I don't give her the opportunity to argue, burying my head between her legs to suck her clit, biting down a little to make her scream. Her hands grasp on to my hair, and she tries to control my movements as I flick my tongue over her clit, across her slit, and push two fingers inside her.

"Fuck, Jarrett!" She's close, I can sense it with the way her legs begin to tremble and her breathing comes in short, sharp pants.

Then I stop. Because my little kitten won't be coming until I allow it. When I have her home in my bed.

"What the fuck? No, please, don't stop," she begs, attempting to pull my head back to her glorious pussy. Instead, I kiss it, gently, then place my hands on hers, removing them carefully as I stand.

The need on her face has washed away all the stress and tension from before and I smile, addicted to everything about her.

"Are you going to do that edging thing again?" There's a little excitement in her question, because as much as she hates it, she also fucking loves it. She knows the reward she receives by the time I allow her to come is worth the wait, even though she will be screaming with the need for release before I allow it.

"I guess you'll have to see, won't you, Kitten?"

Five hours later, we finally arrive home, to my house because she and her girls have a ‘no men at the property' rule I'm willing to let her uphold. For now.

Niall and his crew easily and quickly got rid of the bodies and we left them finishing the cleanup on the roadside and jumped in my car to leave at his request. Easier for them to do their job without us in the way.

"Strip."

"Excuse me?" She turns, her bare feet on the tiled floor of my kitchen stilling as she scrutinizes the place.

"Your dress is ruined and covered in blood, Kitten. You really wanna keep it on?"

Ophelia purses her lips and huffs, rolling her eyes and sliding the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. It's practically in pieces already so it doesn't take much effort for her to push it down her body, where it pools at her feet.

Like this, I can see more bruises across her skin from the fight, blood splattered up her arms, and as much as I hate that she was in that situation—and really, really wanna kill those cunts again—I fucking loved the sight of her in action.

I feel like a caveman because with her here, naked in my kitchen, I feel complete. The only thing that would make this better is if her stomach was swollen with my baby inside it.

"Get your arse on the counter, Kitten, I need to taste you again."

"You better make me come this time."

I chuckle because she's so ready to come right now. I had my finger in her cunt for most of the car ride over here and she's fucking soaking for me.

"Oh, really? In that case, bend the fuck over, Ophelia." A little more pain before she gets her pleasure is needed. Her sassy mouth just gave her an extra fifteen minutes of not coming.

She makes a cute little growling sound as she lays her chest across the worktop, lifting her bare arse and arching her back a little.

Opening a drawer and grabbing a wooden spoon, I slap it in the palm of my hand and smile when she flinches but doesn't move from her spot. Next, I use it to paddle her arse cheeks, first one, then the other, just before pushing two fingers inside her pussy. She screams, the arch of her back deepening with every thrust, every spank, and it doesn't take long before she's on the brink of coming…so I stop.

"Argh! Fuck you, Jarrett! Please…please let me come." Her voice is breathy, her begging like music to my ears, but she stays in the same position, awaiting her next instruction.

Placing the wooden spoon beside her, I lean over her to whisper in her ear.

"Good girls can come. Bad girls come harder."

I grab her by the hair at the nape of her neck and pull her to standing, then I spin her to face me and attack her lips with mine before lifting her and twisting, placing her arse on the kitchen table that was behind us.

Oh so slowly, I step away and begin unbuttoning my bloody shirt, then my trousers, and I slide them down my legs. I move closer to her again, stepping between her legs and taking her lips once more. Ophelia raises her arms and uses her delicate hands to bring my shirt down my arms so it falls to the floor with my trousers. She doesn't stop there. With my arms now bare, she digs her fingernails into my flesh, making me hiss into her mouth with pleasure.

I love that she's marking me again. Staking her claim.

It's impossible to not be inside her for a moment longer and I line myself up with her pussy, wasting no time thrusting deeply inside her, balls deep…

Fuck, yeah.

She feels fucking amazing as I pound into her, needing to make her come before I do because that's just good manners.

With one hand gripping her hip, holding her in place, I use the other to pinch her nipple, then I bring it between us and do the same to her clit, making her squeal out in pain right before it becomes a guttural sound.

"Fuck, yes! Harder!"

"As. You. Wish." I move my hand back to her nipple, tweaking and twisting, all while thrusting, hard, just like she's begging me to.

The scream that rips from her throat, combined with the way she throws her head back and the gush of her cream over my cock, confirms the orgasm she's having is fucking phenomenal. It also means it's now my turn. My movements become jerkier and when the walls of her pussy squeeze my cock tightly, my own orgasm explodes through me and I shoot my load inside her, excited about the fact that we could have just made a baby.

Okay, so maybe not, considering she signed a waiver to confirm she's on birth control…but that was a couple of weeks ago…

I'm sure I can persuade her to stop taking it. We're not confined to our contracts anymore.

With my cock still inside her, I palm her cheeks and search her eyes for I don't even fucking know what, but I find what I need and kiss her. Softly this time.

"I don't care how, what, where, or why we're together now, but I fucking love you, Ophelia Warren."

"You're the most infuriating man I've ever known, Jarrett whatever your last fucking name is." She smirks, and I lift her by the arse cheeks, holding her close as her legs wrap around my waist.

"Oh, Kitten. You ain't seen nothin' yet."