“How could I let him put his hands on me? Oh my God! I came! I came from those hands!” I said out loud to the empty room.

I plopped down on my bed as I recalled his touch. It had been rough and gentle all at the same time. I remembered how he’d ripped my panties off of me and I couldn’t help but slide a finger beneath the fresh pair I’d just put on. I touched myself, feeling how wet I was. My pussy was still sensitive from his assault and my hips arched up. I moaned, feeling a growing desperation burn inside me. I had been both shocked and intrigued by my reaction to his manhandling. His thick fingers wrapping around my neck had nearly brought me to my knees. I had heard about rape fantasies, fantasies of being held down and forced by a man, but I never thought I’d be one to like that sort of thing. It was beyond what I had ever imagined. Yes, he had taken me by force, but I was sure that if I had really, truly struggled, he would have pulled away. My problem wasn’t what he’d done, it was that I had actually enjoyed it and the questions lingered in my head.

Why does he feel so safe? Why does his power overwhelm me in such a sexually intense way? Why do I like his dirty words?

At some point in the last couple of weeks my body had decided it wanted Seth. But I didn’t just want his body, I needed all of him. I traced my clit and moaned again, remembering his hands on me and the warmth of his body. He was consuming every second of my days, and as I touched myself to a full blown orgasm, I knew that I needed to get as far away from him as I possibly could before he consumed my nights as well.

* * *

I watched him carefully as he leaned on the doorframe of the living room. He held his arms crossed over his massive chest, and his lip was raised in that sexy crooked smirk that made his eyes gleam with mischief. He hadn’t been by for a couple of days and I wasn’t sure how to react to his presence. I should run screaming, but instead I couldn’t help but want the feel of his hands on me again.

“What are you doing here?”

He grunted. “I’m supposed to watch over you, remember?”

“No. You’re supposed to be Ryder’s bodyguard, an unwanted one at that. Not that you’re doing a good job of it anyway.”

“What?”

I turned around with Ryder on my hip. “You heard me. You haven’t been here in days. You did what you wanted to me, you didn’t even apologize. You show up whenever you want to and now you expect me to what…play nice? Give me a break, Seth. Why don’t you just get out? Go find one of your whores to bother. I don’t need you’re so called protection while I’m in the apartment.”

He took a step into the living room, filling the area with his lethal energy. “I watch over both you and Ryder whether you like it or not.” I opened my mouth to answer back, but he held a hand up to stop me. “This is not debatable! You’re stuck with me, so get used to it. And you will take my protection when I give it to you, not when you want it!”

I glared at him. His words sending a clear double meaning. “Well we’re clearly not in any danger, so I want you to leave.”

His eyes widened in anger. “I leave when I damn well please! I was stationed here with you, and here’s where I’ll stay!”

“You can stay in the office! Just stay away from me, Seth. I mean it! I don’t want to see you!” I placed Ryder in her playpen. I felt him wrap his arms around me as I was bent over.

I cried out as he spun me around. He walked us backwards until he had my back pressed against the kitchen island. I had a full view of the playpen and the entrance, but he had taken me far enough away from the baby to be somewhat alone.

“Let go of me!” I struggled against him, but his grip on me was tight. He bent down and licked my collarbone, biting down hard and making me cry out.

“You don’t mean that, cupcake,” he whispered.

“Yes, I do!” I tried pushing him back, but instead of stepping away, he picked me up and propped me onto the counter. His lips continued to leave wet kisses along my neck and chest. When I felt his tongue dip into my cleavage, I gasped at the thrilling sensation.

He hummed in response, tightening his hold on me. “You taste so good, cupcake. Just like my nickname for you, you’re all deliciously soft. I wonder how sweet your icing will taste on my tongue.”

“You’re sick.” I breathed and gasped as his lips found my nipple through my tank top.

His chuckle ran through my body in small electric waves. “You keep telling me that. But if I’m sick, then you’re my fucking cure.”

As the words left his lips, he grabbed and sucked on my hardened nipple through the material of my top, he bit down on me gently, and I couldn’t keep from crying out again. He was driving me to the edge of an orgasm just from his incessant suction. His hands were playing havoc on my nerves and his deep guttural groans as he bit and licked my body placed me onto another platform. One where he alone held me suspended in arousal.

“Seth,” I sighed as he ran his tongue along my lips, succeeding in parting them and taking what he wanted. His thumbs trailed along my bare midriff and every so often he’d run his hands up my back pressing me to him.

I ran my hands through his hair as he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine while forcing me to taste him. Not that I was putting up a fight. On the contrary, I was a willing victim to his assault on my senses.

I heard a faint cry in the distance, slowly pulling me away from what was happening with Seth’s mouth. His hands tightened on my back, pulling me against him and molding me to his chest. He felt hard and warm and I wanted to wrap myself in his arms and stay there for hours.

Once again, Ryder’s faint cry made me react. “Seth,” I whispered against his lips.

“Mmmm?” He hummed against my mouth.

I gripped onto his shoulders as he nipped and nibbled at my bottom lip. Suddenly, Ryder screamed, completely hauling me away from Seth’s sweet, tormenting mouth.

I pushed back on his chest until he finally took a step back. His eyes were a dark green, the color of freshly cut grass after it rains. I could make out his irises, dilated in arousal, and his lips were swollen from the kiss. I quickly looked away before I was lured in again by his hungry gaze. I slid off the counter but he didn’t step back, instead he pressed himself up against me allowing me to feel his hard bulge against my lower belly.

“The baby’s crying, Seth.” I stared up at him nervously.

He placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, keeping me trapped. “The next time I want something from you, you’re gonna give it to me. I’m done with you pushing me away,” I looked down but he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m not finished with you yet, cupcake. This,” he pointed back and forth from me to him, “is just fucking starting.”

He turned away and then bent down and picked up Ryder as I watched him. He looked so peaceful and calm as he cradled her. Turning around, he met my gaze. “And let Diesel know you won’t be going on any more fucking dates. Let him know you’ve been taken.” I opened my mouth to say something, but he growled. “Either you tell him or I’ll fucking tell him. Either way, I’ll make sure he doesn’t even talk to you again.”

We stared at each other for a long time, the hunger in his eyes was still there, but there was something else simmering. Something more intimate, something I wasn’t really prepared for.