Page 36 of King of Wrath

After everything with Toni, I’ve been afraid to date, frightened of giving a man power. But with Jake…

It all just fell away.

The heat between us burned the fear, turning it to ash and dust that blew away as the fire of passion blazed.

I know what happens with fire like that. It consumes everything. I’m not a complete idiot. But I also don’t know how to make it stop.

Because after two orgasms, my body is humming again at the feel of his hands.

Growing up, I heard the rumors about my mother. They called her a siren. A woman of intense passion and skill. And those are the nice words.

I was too young to know if it was true. She was just my mother.

I know that Toni was completely infatuated with his wife. Jewelry, flowers, lavish vacations. Until it all came crashing down.

I can only guess that he was devastated by her betrayals. Part of me even understands. But that doesn’t excuse what he did to her, or to me.

Jake’s chest presses to my back, his hands are on my belly. “You drifted away there for a minute.”

I shake my head. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?”

I nip at my lip. It’s one thing to decide to let Jake give me mind-blowing orgasms. I’ve never trusted a man before and I’m just going to go with the fact that I’ve let my guard down when it comes to being physical.

But trusting my family’s enemy with family secrets…I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready to go there. I can’t forget how we got here.

“Nothing,” I answer.

“Nothing.”

“The usual…” I look over my shoulder at him as he holds my hips in his hands. This is the part where I have to be very careful.

“Usual?”

“Wondering whether or not I should have let my kidnapper touch me like that.”

His brows lift as he squeezes my hips tighter. “Too late for regret.”

His hands slide up to my waist and they nearly span the entire way round. I’ve always had a small waist, a real hourglass figure.

Does Jake like that? I banish the thought. This is about making him relax, creating enough room for me to escape. Maybe.

I flex my hips. Pushing back into his pelvis. “You’re right. Way too late.”

“You could drive a man mad, you know that?” He pulls my ass tighter into the cradle of his hips.

“Really, Daddy?” God, I love calling him that. It makes my pussy ache every time.

He rumbles in my ear. “We need to talk about that.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it?” I whisper out, my voice breathy, which is no act. How can I want him again?

“It has its charm and we both know there is some truth there. That I am not your kidnapper, I’m your protector.”

The words cause a tingle that touches every nerve ending in my body. My protector. That would require a different kind of trust that I don’t know I could give. Still, I’m tempted. I’m ready to admit that.

“Jake.”

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