Page 27 of Under Pressure

Knowing Delta wasn’t far and knew exactly where she was—she was in the last place she wanted to be. As it was, she couldn’t get behind the wheel in her state, and the idea of gallivanting down the sidewalk for another hotel room seemed sketchy.

Kendra’s internal conflict revved on, and she found herself holding her chest, on guard. Alone with her scars, with nothing but moonlight for company, her aching body grew heavy. Her walls sturdy, she resolved to just be alone.

Delta… What a joke it all was. What was he after? Why did he keep showing up? No doubt, just to prove he could have her if he wanted to. Selfish, always. He didn’t want much else than to torture her for his own ego. The conceited asshole… Any chance they had to be something had all but dried up, like that blood on his glove.

Too tired to cry, too alone to care, she drifted into hard sleep, much harder than she’d wanted it to be. She didn’t know what time it was when she woke up but was shocked awake realizing that someone was on top of her, holding a warm, rough hand over her mouth. She tried to scream and kick and punch—but he was just too damn strong.

Inhumanly strong.

“What the hell!” She tried to scream through the hand over her mouth, trying to bite it.

From the moonlight cascading in through the window, all she could see was that the man on top of her had a dark hood up and a familiar wide smirk on his lips.

“You’ve been causing me enough trouble,” Delta rumbled, pressing his calloused hand to her mouth. “Look at how careless you are—how vulnerable you are. You think I have time to watch your ass night and day?”

She shook and squirmed, trying to push him off, helpless under his gripping power. Muffled by his hand, she begged, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson.”

He pressed his mouth onto her throat, tasting her sensitive flesh. He wasn’t gentle, just as rough as he wanted to be. Using his teeth to rake upward to her jaw, he hit the bruising on her face from the night of the car accident and she winced. Through her muffled cries, he furthered his lecture.

“This is what happens to girls who don’t listen. A big bad wolf will come in here and eat you alive.”

She reeled under his hot breath as he found his way to her ear with his tongue, gnawing until it hurt, driving her to need him desperately. What was he going to do to her? Her hips jolted under the weight of his body as he slid his mouth down, biting at her throbbing neck like she was his game.

“You want this, don’t you?” Delta challenged her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

Her pussy ached as she felt his raw authority, that dominance she craved. She was his for the taking—no matter what her better judgment told her. Hovering over her, he gripped her jaw, locking eyes.

“Moving forward, you will obey me.”

Releasing his hand, he drew out a rope from his pocket, pushed her arms above her head and tied them tightly to the headboard without mercy. She let out a cry as he did so, which was met by his punishing amusement.

“Is that clear?” Delta demanded as he tested the integrity of his knot, causing her to wince in pain.

She didn’t answer right away, so he grabbed her jaw again, just as harsh as before, staring her down.

“Is that fucking clear?”

Biting her lip, she replied, “Yes, Daddy.”

Then he kissed her…hard.

And in that kiss, he whispered a promise. He was going to protect her, whether she liked it or not. Lowering his body onto hers, he glided his tongue into her watering mouth. The weight of his big, strong form pressed into her, and a moan escaped her throat. She didn’t want to want it as much as she did. They entangled, his scruffy beard against her soft skin, and she inhaled the intoxicating smell of his pure masculinity.

The kiss was devolving into a messy make-out, and she arched her back as she found herself needing and wanting his touch everywhere, just like he’d promised once upon a time. Hearing her moans, it seemed like he had the playbook to her fantasies. He moved his hands down her chest, feeling her peaked nipples. She was completely at his mercy. He wasn’t gentle, kind or loving. He was an assailant, a hungry predator, showing her that her only chance at survival was to give in. It was the scenario she’d fantasized about all year. Demanding her surrender, he kept his hard mouth on top of hers, tightening his hands at her neck, proving he could do more than just dominate the fuck out of her.

Finally, he drew back, biting at her lower lip as he did, as if that were all just a taste of what was to come. Leaning away, he seemed to visibly calculate, savoring. She trembled, reeling in the hurt he caused. That frightening amusement lingered on his mouth—the only part of his face showing underneath his dark hood.

“So, you’ll never be mine?” he challenged, running his hands down to the zipper on her jeans.

“No.”

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