Page 40 of Ruled By Their Desires

“Such a good girl. I’m going to reward you by kissing it for a very long time, then enjoy spanking that beautiful ass, then fucking it as you scream my name over and over.”

She was a euphoric panting mess with no idea what to say to that as they drove in silence the rest of the way. Her mind torn between wanting and needing and telling him to go fuck himself as he continued to play with her body like he did own it. His fingers splayed through her curls down into her labia, stroking her clit, circling her channel, dipping in slightly and doing it all over again and again. She had no idea what she was doing or why she was letting him and only too glad to see the Mountain Base entrance come up on the horizon. He cupped her pussy. “Get dressed, no one gets to see this beauty but me and when we get to your room, I’m going to feast on it for hours.” He finally pulled his hand away and licked it clean.

Shakily she bent on a razors edge of need to come again, totally embarrassed that she’d allowed this to happen pulling up her panties and doing up her pants and was out the vehicle before it even stopped heading to her father’s office.

What the hell was she thinking?

He kept confusing her. Mixing her up. He was doing it deliberately to get her off her game. Pursuing her for no reason. It was the chase. She knew it. The challenge. Once it was over, he’d be done.

Fuck that. Just another notch on that cock….

Not waiting for him, she needed away before he did exactly what he’d warned her he’d do, and she was fucked. Literally. He could do what the hell he wanted, but she needed some space. They were in the fight for their lives and he was playing with her?

Well she wasn’t that weak!

There was no way he’d ever be her first choice in anything. Making demands on her. Telling her.

Who the hell did he think he was?

For a moment there, just like last time, she’d felt for him and wanted to give him whatever he needed. Make him whole. Then he had to go spoil it with the dominance. He’d had his chance. Liked he’d said, their paths had been set the day he’d rejected her and with his behaviour since. He was always in demand with the women and she was rapidly coming to understand why. He was never without some woman hanging around. Wanting him.

His reputation preceded him, like she needed the reminder. She’d seen enough of that all her life. She wasn’t a vag banger. Not that she was slut shaming. They made their choices and enjoyed it but that wasn’t who she was or someone who liked to be fucked around on. She didn’t need that kind of complication either.

She was a god damn professional soldier and he needed to remember it. Storming through the building she pushed open the door to her father’s office as he put the phone down. He gave her the look. “Don’t start,” she told him. “We have more important things to worry about.” Marcus came in shortly behind her and started talking.

Wondering if she could get away with pouring two drinks, she knew she was being petty and poured three, handing one to each of them taking the other seat opposite her fathers’ desk, leaning her head back suddenly feeling exhausted. Everything was getting far too complicated.

What the fuck happened to simple?

As he finished talking a Cyborg she knew came in. Mav. She gave him a chin lift and took a hit of the Rye.

“Nothing in the Humvee’s or on our men from the raid at the silo. We’ve been through all the equipment and people, clothing too. Nothing. We’re sweeping the base now.” Mav told them then left.

“There’s something here. It’s drawing them in. They’ve never been this close before. Maybe the silo and the tracker weren’t originally linked but they are now in some way.” She told them taking another mouthful of Rye, it wasn’t killing the heat Marcus had created but she needed the burn at that moment. “It’s possible it’s new intel they’ve only recently received. We need to check anyone who’s newly arrived.”

“Agreed.” Her father told her. “We’ll get people on it. How much sleep have you had?”

Knocking back her moonshine she grimaced. “Not much.”

“Get some sleep, we’ll wake you when we find something.”

“Make it quick. They’re coming.” Dragging her ass out the chair she headed out the door for her room for a shower and bed without a backward glance.

“I’m guessing you accepting the invitation to dinner at last, the kiss and you chasing after her means there’s a change in thinking? It sounded like she was done at dinner. She’s clearly not impressed.” Marcus gave a nod and knocked back his own moonshine. He knew that. For all her surrender to him, she was fighting it. Didn’t like it. That woman could hold a grudge like no other. “Are you serious about this?” RW asked breaking into his thoughts.

“Yes.”

“About time.”

Marcus sneered. Did everyone know?

Well clearly not, the women didn’t leave him alone. Some like Sandra were particularly forceful in trying to get what they wanted. He liked to fuck, he made no excuse for it. But those women were not who he was drawn to every passing day. They weren’t the one person whose legs he wanted to be between. He could admit it now, the feeling had been growing for years. Since he’d realised, she was no longer a child and could fight and hold her own and that taster he’d had, fuck, it just made his need of her worse.

When he’d realised that she’d not even known him, when he’d found her in that hell hole had stung. Badly. Like he’d told her quad, she’d wiped him out of her life entirely. “She still hates me.”

Roaming Wolf, RW to the people he served, laughed. “What did you expect son? You tried to take her quad, then dismissed her like the child she was, stayed away, barked at her in those early days, avoided her since and fuck anything that walks and wants you that has a pulse. It hardly going to make you the catch of the year.”

Jesus he was right….

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