Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

V alerio

"Go away," Selena said from behind the door.

"Open it up, cupcake, or I'll break it down."

"You're not even that stupid. Just arrogant. I have my phone in my hand and I will call the police."

"Didn't you realize a couple nights ago my family owns half the department?"

Cue her external groaning. She knew I was right.

Which is why I could hear her grumbling.

"Come on, cupcake. We have a plane to catch."

I was shocked when she threw open the door, slapping my face with the rose. "I wouldn't go anywhere with you if you were the last man on the face of this earth."

"Keeping the expensive lingerie? How gauche of you."

"Oh!" She almost started stamping her feet, an adorable trait. "Payment for putting up with you and your lies. Hear me. Leave. Now."

The moment she tried to slam the door in my face, I put my foot in the threshold. She was so frustrated she banged it against my toe a few times before figuring out what was going on.

"The big, bad wolf is coming in." I used just enough force to pitch her backward. But the woman responded quickly.

She bounded down the hall, slamming another door, which had to lead to her bedroom. I couldn't help but notice she'd packed a bag in preparation. Oh, the grin on my face was huge. She was a definite fan of mine.

The game was fun, but I really did want to get both of us to where we could avoid outside interference. Her friends. My brothers.

Business.

Family.

I wasn't certain any longer how couples managed to get together in the first place. After taking long strides down the hall and trying the door, I had to kick it in.

She yelped and the sight of her trying to climb out the window was hysterical. Where the hell did she think she was going being on the fourth floor?

"Come here, little girl, and your punishment won't be nearly so bad."

"To hell with you."

When she did manage to climb outside, I realized there was an old-fashioned fire escape. Where in the world had that come from? New York, fine. There were hundreds of buildings with them, but San Diego?

I had to act quickly, or she would manage to get away from me.

After throwing myself halfway out the window, I managed to snag her arm. She let off the kind of yelp that should scare anyone, drawing their attention to the messy little scene.

But of course, she was doing her best acting.

The woman was more than a handful.

"Oh, no, you don't. You're not going anywhere." She weighed next to nothing in comparison to me. That made it easy to tug her through the window, slamming it shut. I found it interesting she was wearing shorts and a tank top, which was her attempt at trying to push me away.

Wild steeds couldn't do that.

I was hooked on more than just her frosting or her sweet smile, which had been hiding her vivacious personality.

A part of me was addicted to her sass. What fun was having someone in your life who you couldn't toy with or tease?

"You are one bad girl. You drew blood. You ran away from me. You've been acting like you're twelve so I guess the best thing to do would be to treat you as if you were."

She managed to jerk from my hold as soon as I placed her gently on her feet. "What the hell does that mean?"

When I took a step closer, she backed away. "What does that mean?" My silence caused her to roll her eyes. In the bright light streaming in the room, I could finally get a perfect look of her. Every bone in her body was sensual, including her perky little upturned nose and the scowl she wore.

"Are you deaf?"

"Do you have a caustic mouth? Yes." My answer pissed her off and she tried once again to get away from me, flying toward the broken door.

I was getting too old for this shit, but I had to admit, messing with her was a lot of fun. With the quick snap of my hand around her wrist, I flung her around to face me before backing toward the edge of her bed.

"What are you doing?" Selena demanded.

"Teaching you a valuable lesson not to talk back to your elders." That threw her off long enough I was able to sit my butt down on her comforter and toss her over my lap.

Now, I was maybe ten, twelve years older so I guess that could be considered an age gap, but an elder? I had a feeling that would come back to haunt me.

"Stop. What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Her shrieks remained adorable but both of us needed to get to another place so we could have some decent conversations.

Spanking her might be the first way of trying.

Full surrender would be the second. I had a lovely piece of BDSM furniture I couldn't wait to introduce her to. Yes, the woman brought out my evil side.

And I liked it.

"Spanking you. When you learn to behave, I won't need to do this."

I'd stunned many women in my life but this was by far the most satisfying. I was able to jerk down her shorts and thong before she realized what I was doing.

Then, of course, she began to fight like a wildcat, flailing her arms and pitching her body. When she almost dumped her body off mine, I was forced to wrap one leg around both of hers.

"You're not going anywhere," I growled, enjoying the moment far too much.

"I will make you suffer for this." She was still trying to smack me, managing to do so a couple of times.

Not that it hurt. I had a body made of steel.

The grin remained on my face as I popped four smacks in a row, moving from side to side.

"You really are a horrible man," Selena snapped, wiggling in such a way she was driving me crazy. I was far too horny but I didn't want to fuck her right now. Well, that was a lie. I did but pushing things farther could get me into trouble.

I had the distinct feeling she'd ensure that happened.

So I indulged in the round of punishment, shifting my palm continually from one side to the other. The loud cracking sound seemed exaggerated, but her moans were what made the moment so tasty.

Cupcake might act like she hated this, but I'd seen in her eyes a couple of nights before she was very interested in being taken by a man.

I was that man.

"Ouch. Let go of me!" Her wails were laced with far too much lust.

Just like the scent of her feminine wiles floating into my nostrils. Whew, I was now hard as a rock and there was no doubt she knew what condition I was in.

The little vixen.

While the shorts and panties were a hindrance, the sight of them in that condition was a complete draw to me. I cracked my hand down a few additional times and all I could think about was driving my fingers into her tight little pussy.

Whew.

What did that make me?

Oh, yeah, a real man, one who liked his women feisty.

"I can tell you're enjoying this," I told her.

She stopped moving altogether and huffed, planting her hands on the bed and lifting up. The angle had to be hurting her neck, but she was determined to glare at me. "You're not just as arrogant ass. You're an opinionated man who in the dark ages and think all women should be submissives. Do you have women cleaning your house in skimpy French maid attire? I bet you do. You're someone I'd call smarmy."

"That's big talk coming from a woman who fucked a stranger she texted out of the blue in the back of his car."

She huffed and puffed and tried to punch me in the gut.

She failed.

In turn, I decided to give her ten more savage strikes of my hand. The heat had built to the point my fingers were tingling and her bottom was a perfect shade of blushing pink. The shade looked good on her. I could certainly get used to doing this on a daily basis.

When I was finished, I pressed my hand on the small of her back, doing my best to collect my breath and to keep from fucking her.

It took everything I had. Just the sight of her glistening pussy was enough to put me into a trance.

I'd been right about her. She did enjoy this.

I made a mental note to spank her often.

My inner voice was working overtime. "Now, are you going to be good?"

"Good? Are you kidding me? I'm going to put out a restraining order."

"Wrong answer, cupcake." I honestly wasn't certain if I was excited that I would be forced to drift into plan B or not, but the moment I pulled out the rope, the gag, and the blindfold, I was smiling like some loon.

"Let me go and I won't press charges."

"Uh-huh. I think I already know you too well. So, as I said, you are coming with me. Since you won't do it the easy way, I guess I'll have to show you how the Royal boys handle unruly women searching for adventure in their lives." I rose to my feet with her still in my arms, tossing her face first onto the bed.

She really shouldn't have jumped off the bed like a wildcat, even daring to scratch my face as she tried to fly by, hindered by her shorts and panties still surrounding her long legs. The fact she was forced to try to put them back into place was my advantage.

Not that I really needed one.

The woman would never learn. While the sting was significant, I snapped my hand around her wrist so fast I was certain she had whiplash. This time I spun her around with utter force, enjoying the way a moan erupted from her tight throat.

"Bad, bad girl." I once again tossed her onto the bed, and at the same time, I already had my belt and trousers undone. I wasn't the kind of man who could hold back on his desires. It was a fault of mine and one I readily accepted. But I managed to grab her ankle before she could scramble away.

"You're the bad one, evil personified." She was clawing at her bed as if that would help her gain some traction.

That left me one-handed to free my cock. Yep. I would burn in hell for what I was about to do but I'd also never felt this excited. What did that say about me? Oh, yeah. That I was that evil person she accused me of being. "You're right. Thank you for pointing that out."

She panted, tossing her head back and forth, her ponytail drawing my attention.

And perfect for what I had planned.

"Anytime, Lone Ranger." She was cooing. Did she have any idea what a bad idea it was to tease a man like me? Well, maybe she'd soon find out.

I switched my hold to her ponytail, yanking back her head as the same time I tugged her close to the edge. When her legs were halfway off and her beautiful, rounded bottom right there for me to enjoy, I licked my chops like a beast in the wild. I don't know why I thought she'd fight even harder instead of shifting her hips back and forth. I was reminded I knew almost nothing about her.

But I loved this side.

"With every battle lost there will be consequences."

"This was a battle," she breathed.

I took a few seconds as I tugged down her shorts and thong, having one hell of a time getting the tight material completely off her legs. I made another mental note to myself to purchase her some sexy dresses.

And panties would be banned on the island altogether. Panting from the strange exertion, I laughed softly to myself as I used my knee to press her legs wide apart. "Yeah, I think with us it's going to be the battle of the century. Let the best man win."

"You mean woman? Because that's what I intend on doing."

I'll be damned if she didn't throw her hips and arch her back. Whew. She was wetter than before, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. If there was more time, I'd suck on those pretty lips until she erupted in my mouth.

Later.

Several times later.

This was just down and dirty.

"I'll keep that in mind, cupcake." With my fingers still firmly wrapped around her ponytail, I drove my cock all the way inside her tight channel. Her muscles immediately clamped down and I knew I'd fallen into a moment of heaven. I couldn't move for a few seconds, even tipping my head back so I could take a deep breath.

This was sheer joy, including dominating her even if for only a few minutes.

The rest would come later.

Full surrender.

Her entire body shuddered, every sound she made only enticing me that much more. When I pulled almost all the way out, she whimpered as if begging me not to.

"Oh, you like it rough, baby?' I growled. She brought out the caveman in me.

"The rougher the better."

All I could do was smile as I raked my fingers down her spine, smacking her delicious butt just once before driving my shaft back into sheer nirvana. "Good." I was stunned by the sounds we made and the intensity of the passion.

She did what she could to meet every brutal thrust even though I had full control. Fucking a woman had always been something I did to relieve pressure and stress, but this was different.

Just like the time spent in the back of my car had been.

Right now, I was consumed with the way her slickened pussy felt and the fact my balls were tighter than normal. I pumped hard, the force threatening to tumble her to the bed and maybe that would have occurred had I not kept a firm grip.

I rolled onto the balls of my feet, gripping one hip so I wasn't the one to fall over. How could she make me feel so tense yet so relaxed at the same time? It didn't make any sense but being with her was the best sexual experience I'd ever had. I wasn't certain what that said about me or the man I'd become.

Her murmurs and soft purrs continued and within seconds, I sensed she was close to having an orgasm. I had a feeling no man had ever made her feel so good.

Not that I was patting myself on the back. I still had a lot to learn about her desires and every nuance, every inch of her body and I fully intended on doing so.

Right after I initiated more of the battle of wits it was apparent we'd started. I had to admit I was looking forward to the mental chess as much as exploring her darkest secrets.

As her moans escalated, I slowed down the rhythm, wanting her to remember this as the best fuck of her life.

Until the next time.

Yes, I was one arrogant bastard. I should live up to the standards she'd imposed on me. Right?

A happy smirk crossing my face, I closed my eyes as she was swept away into one powerful moment of euphoria, her body shaking while her pussy clamped down ferociously. I couldn't believe the involuntary actions were pulling me even deeper into her explosive core. Damn it. I could do this all day.

She clawed the bed, purring like a wildcat, which only added to the excitement and the savage needs that seemed to stay afloat around her. It wasn't fair to find the perfect woman when I wasn't a relationship guy.

As she came down from the rafters, I leaned over, brushing my free hand against her face. "Just the beginning, cupcake. Or should I say round two? I knew how much you enjoyed round one and so did my cop buddy."

Her mouth dropped open. "You planned that?"

Actually, I hadn't. The truth was I hadn't done anything that impetuous in my life. But there was a first time for everything. "Why not, baby? All's fair in love and war."

She huffed and puffed and I started fucking her even harder. The rhythm was perfect, much like the way our bodies fit together and while I would prefer this to last, we still had a plane to catch.

As the pressure and lust continued to build, I felt another shot of raw electricity so blinding my breath was stolen. Fuck. This woman could be the death of me. I was forced to let go of my hold on her ponytail, concentrating instead of keeping my legs from collapsing by gripping both her hips.

As my balls filled with cum, I had difficulty breathing. That was also something she did to me. I heard another more labored growl as I finally erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed. All I could do was pant and smile as beads of sweat trickled both sides of my face.

Whew. It was suddenly hot as Hades in her room.

We were both struggling to breathe. I refused to disengage for a full two minutes, finally tumbling backwards as she collapsed on the bed. I wiped the sweat from my face with my palm, still filled with desire that never seemed to erode around her.

Selena threw her arms out, panting as much as I was.

I should tell her how incredible the sex had been, but she and I both knew this time, I'd used the intimate moment for nothing but control. Still. Wow.

"Time to go, cupcake." I was shocked I had anything left of my voice at all.

Before she had a chance to jump off for a second time, I straddled her legs, pulling a portion of the rope forward.

"What in God's name are you doing now?" she demanded, as if she could get the upper hand.

"Well, since you won't willingly come with me, I'm going to invite you to my pleasure palace an entirely different way. One where you can't object."