I run.
Stopping directly in front of his door, my hand on the knob, I inhale a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, I turn the handle and hope that nobody else is in here, no naked women. The room is dark and I’m surprised.
“Close and lock it,” Dutch rasps.
My entire body jerks as I continue walking into the dark room. With an audible gulp, I close the door behind me and flip the deadbolt lock.
“Strip.”
My body jerks. “Dutch,” I breathe.
“Strip,” he demands, his voice rough and scratchy.
A chill runs throughout my entire body at his order. I take my time, doing what he needs and what I want. I take everything off, down to my black cotton panties, until I’m completely naked and shaking with adrenaline at what’s to come.
“Drop to your knees, head down.”
I don’t even question the order, my body is too ramped up with what’s coming. I sink down to my knees, dropping my head as I close my eyes. I hear a click and open my eyes, but don’t lift my head. There is a soft glow of light in the distance and I assume he’s turned the bedside lamp on.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Ana,” he announces.
He’s still far away, across the room and hasn’t moved any closer. My body trembles as I wait for more.
“You’ve been fucking a guy who is in a relationship. You were the other woman. Haven’t you?”
He wants an answer. “I was. Yes,” I admit.
“Do you regret it?”
I think about his question for a moment. Do I regret the gentleness that Gator gave me when I wanted him to take my virginity? Do I regret the way he gave me pleasure like I’d never had before? The way he always treated me as a friend but made it very clear we would never be more?
“I don’t,” I breathe.
DUTCH
I smile. She doesn’t regret being a bad girl. Good. I like them a little bad, but only for me. The way that I want it, the way that I need it. She’ll always get what she needs from me, too, just not always on her desired timeline.
“You gonna be fucking him again anytime soon, again?” I ask, even though I know full well the answer to that question.
I know the answer because I went to go visit him the last time he was here. After going to the lake and reflecting, I decided it was time for me to have a chat with the fucker. Thankfully, he knew it was time to be done and promised he would stay away and work on his own shit.
But I doubt that Ana knows that. Maybe she cares, maybe she doesn’t. I know that all I care about is that she’s here right now, naked and on her knees for me—where she has always belonged, where she’ll stay.
“No, Dutch.”
Her words are barely above a whisper. “Daniel,” I say, clearing my throat.
“Daniel,” she exhales.
My name on her lips, fuck me but it’s sexy as shit. Taking a few steps toward her, I don’t stop until I’m directly in front of her. I’m shirtless and barefoot, but my jeans are still on as I cross my arms over my chest and look down at her.
“Look up at me,” I rasp.
She lifts her head, her eyes find mine and I swear to fuck my cock goes rock hard in that instant. This is what I needed. This is what I’ve dreamed of. This is what I knew it would be like with her. Yes, Ana is beautiful, but it’s so much more than just her looks. It’s her personality, her vulnerability and most of all, it’s her strength.
Ana Ramos is the strongest woman I have ever known, she just doesn’t realize it and I want to show her just how fucking strong she is.
Chapter Three
DUTCH
Ana licks her lips as she watches, waiting patiently for her instructions. All I want to do is pick her up, throw her on the bed and fuck her until we’re both screaming. That’s not what I’m going to do and that’s not what either of us will be satisfied doing when it’s all over.
“What do you want from this?” I chance asking.
She watches me, confusion shining in her gaze. “I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Do you want to be mine?”
I wait for the indecision to cross her features, but it never comes. Instead, she only watches me, her eyes no longer clouded with the brief confusion.
“I want you, Daniel. I only want you.”
My lips twitch into a small smile. “Good.”
Taking a step back, my hands fall from my chest and my arms hang loosely at my sides. “Crawl to me,” I order gently.
I watch as she shifts to her hands and knees. Each knee and hand forward. I take a step back until I stand at the side of my bed. When she’s at my feet, I hold up my hand to stop her. “ON your knees,” I order.
She rises to her knees, a position she will become used to eventually, but unlike several of my brothers, she will never be there in front of them. No, this vulnerability will only be for me and nobody else, not unless I allow it to be seen by others.
“Unbutton, unzip, and push my pants down to my ankles,” I softly instruct as I lift my hand and cup her cheek.
She nods, though she leans into my palm and I let out a low growl. She licks her lips, her fingers working uncoordinatedly as she does what I’ve asked. I’m going commando today so she doesn’t need to worry about my underwear.
Once my pants are around my ankles, I keep my hand against her cheek, my eyes focused on hers and nowhere else as I kick my jeans to the side. My cock springs free begging, no weeping, to be sucked.
But not yet.
Ana lifts her hand, reaching for my length, but before she can grab ahold of me, I wrap my free hand around her wrist and hold on to her. Shaking my head, I grin as I look down at her. I want something different, at least for the first time. I want to taste what’s mine.
“On the bed, hands and knees, ass facing me,” I gruffly demand.
She smiles then does as I’ve asked. I release her and watch her gorgeous body move. I have no doubt that she thinks I’m going to do exactly what I want to do, but she doesn’t realize that when she’s mine, she will always be given what she needs first—always.
“Hands behind your back.”
ANA
My entire body breaks out in a shiver as I put my arms behind my back, placing my cheek on the bed. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath as I wait for what is to come. I imagine he’s going to fill me in one swift move and fuck me until we both find our release.
I want that.
Instead of what I want, I feel his hands slide from the insides of my knees to the apex of my thighs and slowly force my legs wider. I arch my back, giving more of myself to him. I know it’s what he wants.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as an affirmation.
His lips kiss up the back of my thigh before his teeth sink into the cheek of my ass. I let out a gasp, surprised by the bite of pain. I let out a small yelp, which only makes him chuckle.
“Wrists against each hip,” he demands, his voice is soft, but his tone is not to be defied.
“Daniel?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond to my question. I place my arms against my sides, then, almost immediately, I feel his fingers wrap around my wrists and he plasters them against my sides before he tugs my hips backward.