Page 13 of Captured Pawn
But the truth was, there was not one thing about the woman in my arms that stirred my brotherly protection vibe. Oh, shestirredthings, sure, but only an overwhelming obsession with making her submit to me in every vile way I could think of. Christ, the fun I could have taming that wild streak of hers.
I wasn’t surprised to see Nathan leaning against the banister to the two-story winding staircase. He’d brought his bourbon, sipping leisurely, that smug ‘I told you so’ look plastered all over his face.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” I ground out as my boot hit the first step.
“I didn’t say anything,” was his smart-ass reply.
He didn’t need to say a fucking word. We both knew he’d been right about the drama Matt’s death had brought to the family, but it wasn’t exactly like any of us had wanted this to happen. I’d meant it when I’d told the woman lying limp in my arms that I’d do anything if I could bring her brother back.
Stevie had left the door to Sophie’s room flung open and the lights on when he’d come to check on her. Angry at myself for babying her, I approached the end of her bed and dropped her the few feet, letting her bounce off the mattress. The quick glimpse of her near-bare pussy was my reward. She was a landing strip kind of girl. My favorite kind…
Forcing my attention to divert to more modest body parts, I quickly saw how many scratches she had all over her body from her little midnight adventure. Most were harmless enough and would heal in a day or two, but one particularly bad cut on her thigh was oozing blood out onto the comforter.
“Don’t move,” I barked, heading into her bathroom to see if there were any supplies under the guest room sink.
The top drawers had an array of toiletries a visiting guest might need, but I mentally gave points to Margaret when I found a first-aid kit in the otherwise empty bottom drawer.
By the time I got back to my errant houseguest, she’d curled up on top of the covers, her eyes closed. All the better. We didn’t have anything to say to each other anyway, at least not that she’d want to hear.
I used an antiseptic cleaning wipe to dab at several of the scratches on her body, especially the ones I could tell had been left by the sticks and branches of the multiple bushes she’d fallen into on her adventure. For the final cut, I got out a fresh alcohol pad and wiped the wound.
Within seconds, Sophie kicked her foot out with a cry, “Owie!”
“Oh, don’t be a baby. You do stupid shit, you pay the price. Let me get you cleaned up.”
Her only answer was a disgruntled ‘humph,’ yet she let me finish bandaging her injury. Her eyes were closed again and for a moment, I stood above her, admiring the whole package that made Sophie Locke. Her thick dark mane would be perfect for pulling while fucking her from behind. While hidden at the moment, I remembered my earlier view of her pert breasts encased in the lacy black bra. They’d fill my hands perfectly as I pinched those pebbled nipples I’d admired in the cool evening air.
But it was that hint of pink ass poking out from the bottom hem of my T-shirt that was almost irresistible to a sadist like me. Her bottom would be the perfect target for the dozens of implements I had in my little bag of tricks. Magnificently round, firm—and best of all, her pale milky skin marked beautifully, and I’d only used my hand so far. How much fun would it be to test out my collection of paddles, whips, crops, and straps on that butt of hers?
I shook my head in an attempt to chase the dirty thoughts out. Gathering up the first-aid supplies, I went back to the bathroom to put things away. While there, I took a minute to take a piss and wash my hands, giving my semi-erect shaft time to calm down.
It took me a second when I returned to the bedroom to realize what had happened while I was away. The comforter was piled over a heap in the middle of the bed, and for a moment, I was disappointed that the spitfire had finally come to her senses and gone to bed like a good girl.
It was the motion out of the corner of my eye that told me how wrong I’d been. Sophie had the doorknob in her hand, preparing to dash out of the room.
A few giant steps were all it took to get to her just as she was about to escape. I yanked her back into the room before slamming the door closed with a loud thud. Unwilling to let the moment pass, I shoved her face-first against the hardwood door, throwing my body weight against her.
“Not smart,” I ground out as my raging hard-on ground against her back. My dick loved a good game of chase.
“Yeah, well, keeping me here against my will isn’t very smart, either,” she spat, wiggling that tempting body of hers in an attempt to get free.
The sexual tension between us rose several degrees as she fought to be free of my trap. There was no way she couldn’t feel my erection, yet she fought on. It took all of my self-control not to unzip my pants and shove my bad boy home right then and there, but Matt’s voice reminding me she was his sister spoiled the moment.
Leaning down, I spoke against the shell of her ear. “I’m warning you, Sophie. I’m not a soft man. I’ve shown you more mercy than I thought I had in me, but I’m reaching the end of my patience. I wouldn’t poke the bear if I were you. You might not like how I poke back.”
“Is that some kind of sexual innuendo? Do the girls you hang out with like that kinda talk?”
She was fearless. Or stupid. Or a little of both.
“As a matter of a fact, they do, at least when I want them to.” I pressed against her, making it hard for her to catch a good breath. “I suggest you keep that in mind or Matty’s sister or not, I’ll be more than happy to show you what I mean.”
Her breath hitched at my threat. I could feel the tension coursing through her body.
In that moment, if I was honest with myself, I wanted nothing more than for her to keep fighting me. My body was primed and ready to teach her a lesson she surely was not ready for.
When she exhaled and relaxed her body in submission, a part of me was disappointed. I tried my best to hide my reaction by grabbing her at the back of her neck before she could turn around and see my face.
I guided her back to the bed, this time lifting and throwing her closer up to the headboard where she bounced on top of the piled pillows. It was clear to see she wouldn’t be keeping that punished ass of hers in her bed unless I took a more aggressive tactic.
