I’ve never even been able to do what I love most in this world.
Cook.
I love being in the kitchen, even if I refuse to eat three quarters of what I make. I wish I were able to cook more often. I just don’t have the time to do it and when I do, I’m usually tired. Raven is the only one who has even gotten to try any of my dishes that I do get a chance to fix.
Shaking my head, I turn around just as the shower door opens and Tracker steps inside in all his glory. Holy shit, if he isn’t sexy as hell without clothes on. I hadn’t gotten to see him like this earlier and now looking at the size of his . . . holy mother of bananas . . . that is one massive . . . I don’t know what to call it. It’s unequivocally the largest dick I’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.
“You were takin’ too long in here, so I figured I needed to join you.” I catch his smirk as my eyes lift to meet his.
“Well, you can turn around and get back out,” I say, clearing my throat and turning back around, giving him my back.
Bad idea.
Tracker presses his front to my back and his dick presses between us against my lower back. “You don’t really want me to get out,” he says, sliding his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “I could suck on these for hours, you know that.” I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
His hands massaging my breasts is an unbelievable sensation. I wonder what it would feel like to have Tracker’s hands doing more than what he is.
“Don't keep silent, Princess. I wanna hear those cries of pleasure.” He chuckles as I lean my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes.
“Please,” I murmur, not sure of what I’m pleading him to do.
More.
Maybe.
To stop what he’s doing.
I don’t know.
My mind is at war with my body and my heart is conflicted.
I’ve wanted Tracker for so long, having him touch me now is like a wish being granted. At the same time, his touch burns because I know I’m not what he wants.
Beauty and thin, that’s what he’s always gone for, and though I know I’m not hideous, I’m neither of those.
It was ingrained into my head a long time ago that I’ll never be either, which is something I thought I’d come to understand, but evidently, I haven’t.
“Please what, Princess? You want me to make you come? Sink my cock deep inside you again? I know that’s what I want,” he says, running a hand down my stomach, settling between my legs. Tracker presses himself even more firmly against my backside and I can’t help myself from nearly buckling as I come.
Talk about embarrassing.
Coming without him barely doing anything to me.
“Fuck, baby, I wanna see you come again. More than that, I want to feel it. For now, you're not allowed to come unless I command it. You understand me, Princess?” he bids as he releases my body. Turning me to face him, I wish I could smack the smug look off his face.
“Let go of me,” I mutter as I try to push against him.
“Not gonna happen, Princess,” he chuckles.
“Stop calling me that,” I snap.
“Nope,” he grins and pulls me even closer against his chest.
“You’re a jerk and I want you to leave me the hell alone,” I say, diverting my gaze from him. I can’t take the look of satisfaction in his eyes.
The fact he thinks he has me where he wants me.
“Are we going to have to go over this yet again? Told you, Victoria, I don’t like to repeat myself,” he says, running a hand down to smack my ass.
“And I’m tired of repeating myself, now let me the fuck go,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What’s it gonna take for you to get it through that beautiful head of yours that I’m not gonna let you go?” he growls.
I shake my head and push against his chest. If he weren’t holding me, I’d have slipped and fallen.
“Easy, baby,” Tracker says, his face so close to mine now, our breaths mingle together.
“Tracker, please just leave me alone,” I say, my throat clogging with tears now.
Why do I have to feel so much for him at one time? Why couldn’t I just say screw it, let him have his way with me and be done with it?
Because you are an idiot who lets your heart and mind lead instead of your body.
Sighing, Tracker finally releases me, although he continues to stare at me. “I’m gonna give you two weeks, Victoria, that’s it. You have two weeks to come to terms with the fact you belong to me. At the end of the two weeks, you had best have your shit packed and ready to move into my place. Once you’re in my bed, I’m not letting you out of it,” he declares.
“I’m not going to be in your bed,” I mutter, but he’s already getting out of the shower and he ignores my comment.
Letting out a deep breath, I finish my shower just as the water turns cold. As I get out, I wrap my towel around myself. I can’t stop his words from circling around in my head. Two weeks to come to terms with what? The fact he’s going to constantly be with other women and I’m nothing more than a toy he’ll put on a shelf.
As tears begin to fill my eyes, I lift a hand to brush them away.
Get it together, Victoria. You have two weeks to get away from here. Escape being owned by yet another person. Should be easy enough.
Taking another deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom to find Tracker back in my bed lying exactly the same way I’d left him before he joined me in the shower.
“I thought you were leaving,” I snap as I go about getting dressed for bed.
“Nope, I said I’d give you two weeks to come to terms with the fact you belong to me. Didn’t say anything about leaving, Princess,” Tracker says.
Great, there goes thoughts of leaving so easily.
Chapter Six
Tracker
Of all the bullshit I’ve said in the last night, I meant every last damn bit of it. Victoria belongs to me and I intend to make sure she realizes just that. However, I know it will take some time. Seeing the conflict and tears forming in her eyes while I held her to me in the shower said it all. I knew I’d need to give her some space so I’m giving her two weeks to come to terms with being mine. Then I’ll explain what belonging to me means.
Doesn’t mean Victoria won’t be sharing her bed with me until then. I told her I wasn’t letting her go and I’d bet left alone for a good amount of time she’d run away. From me. From my brothers. From her best friend and anyone else who cares about her.
This morning, waking up with Victoria in my arms, I got the chance to see her in another light. I swear I didn’t think she could be more beautiful than she already is. Seeing her looking so at peace I realize just how much stress she holds over herself.
With the way she seems to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders makes me wonder why she is running.
Victoria doesn’t have to say anything for me to figure it out. After Nerd and I found out who her father is, we looked deeper into both her past and her family’s. Victoria grew up in what seemed to be the perfect world. Yet the shadier stuff shows her parents weren’t at all clean as they portrayed themselves to be. Nerd found out they worked closely with a man who is deemed the king of New Orleans and kills those in their wake. Parker Boudreaux, the very same man Vi was to marry, according to what we’ve found. Her parents filed a missing person’s report after she first left but other than the minimal search neither have done anything else.