Page 129 of The Vigilant

We had to hope that with Kang dead and Straw Sandal in our custody, there was no one else with the connection to Carson to reveal that the high-ranking member of the Wah Ching had been captured. And every day that no new messages came in from Carson, that hope was buoyed, along with my hope for Mara; his message said he’d hand us both over together, which meant it wasn’t too late. She hadn’t been given to that monster yet.

“Sutton…”

I shivered at the hoarseness in his voice, the warm press of his lips landing on the ridge of my shoulder. We lay in bed, my back buttressed by the hard ridges of his front.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, feeling his big palm clasp my hip, his fingers stretching low on my stomach.

He grunted and kissed my skin once more.

To find someone…have someone so in tune with my thoughts—my body—was the kind of thing that would’ve sent me running for the hills rather than risk experiencing it. Rather than risk one more person in my life knowing what I need but not giving it to me.

But Tynan didn’t give me a chance to run—a choice. His words—his actions—tethered me to him as surely as if he’d put a collar around my neck. He gave me what I needed, whether it was punishment or tenderness, whether I wanted it or not—and more often it was easier to want the punishment than it was the tenderness.

But not tonight.

Tonight I wanted this tenderness, and of course, he knew it.

His lips kissed along the side of my neck until they reached the tender spot under my ear, his tongue flicking there until I started to squirm. My hips wriggled against his hardening cock until his hand on my hip finally slid toward the ache between my thighs.

“Tynan.” My breath caught, his fingers paused just at the seam of my pussy and his lips bit into my neck. “What is it?”

At times, I wondered what was more frightening to me—how well he could read me or just how equally well I could read him.

His deep breaths flowed hot against my skin.

“Say it,” I begged. “Whatever it is.”

My heart jackhammered into my chest. There was one thing that hadn’t been said—one thing that seemed to hang on every look and word and touch over the last week.

“Please, Daddy.”

He groaned, and then his strong fingers delved between my thighs.

I gasped, pleasure whipping like a warm tornado through my body as he rubbed and stroked my clit. With a moan, I slid my leg back over top of his, giving him better access.

“I want you to promise me something.”

My body tried to still, but the flutter of his fingers over my swollen clit made me shudder.

“I can’t promise I won’t do something dangerous or risky. I can’t promise I won’t do everything in my power to bring Carson down and find Mara. No matter how many orgasms you hold back from me—” I broke off with a cry, pleasure snapping through me as he rubbed harder and pushed me over the edge.

My hips bucked, heat flushing through me.

“I don’t want you to promise me you’ll be someone you’re not,” he said once my breathing started to slow, his fingers resuming a steady strum over my clit, coaxing another swell of pleasure to start to rise.

“Then what?”

His fingers slid to my entrance, thrusting one and then two and then three inside my clenching muscles before he then positioned the head of his cock in their place.

“I want you to promise me that you know you’re not alone anymore,” he rumbled, imprisoning my hips as he pushed his massive cock inside me with a low groan.

He loved to do this—to pleasure me first before fucking his fill. Sometimes, it was one orgasm. Other times, well, I lost count at how many times he broke me apart before he claimed me.

My heart beat heavy. Hungry. Hopeful.

“I promise.”

His growl accompanied the way he moved me like a rag doll, turning us so that I was lying on top of him, my back still to his front. One hand came to rest over my throat, holding my head back so his mouth was right next to my ear. His other hand flattened across my lower body, holding me down while he fucked up into me.

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