The UN Series Complete Box Set (197 page)

“Do me,” he offers with a smile.

“What?” We haven’t had sex since my father died. This may sound odd to others, but this is how he’s proving to me that he cares. He’s been by my side every chance he gets, but we’ve kept our clothes on. Sex is an escape for some and I need that right now.

“Seriously. There’s no wrong way to do me. It’ll be a confidence booster. I’ll moan really loud for you.”

“Stop,” I say cracking a smile. That’s the Parker that I’ve fallen in love with. The one who makes me smile. I find myself smiling a lot more these days.

“I’ll call out your name like you’re my all-time favorite rock star.” I roll my eyes. “Oh, Kat,” he says loudly as he lies down on the bed. “Oh my God, Kat.” He squeals like a woman as he grabs his own breast. “I’m your greatest fan. Oh, God, Kat,” he cries out.

“You’re annoying,” I say smiling.

“I’m irresistible,” he replies with a wink.

I look away from him and my eyes land on his gun and handcuffs that sit on the nightstand. I think about that day that he arrested me a lot. I think if that day didn’t happen where we would be right now? When I saw him at the wedding, would I have been nice to him? Would we still have fallen in love? Or did we need those events in order to get to where we are at this moment? I guess some questions are just never meant to be answered.

My eyes land on the handcuffs and a thought comes to my mind. I remember what I had said to him when his punk friend, Mason, had arrested me.

“I must say that I’m quite jealous to know I’m not the only one to place you in handcuffs,” he jokes a smirk. 

“Who said you were ever the only one?” The smirk drops off his face. “Maybe I like my sex kinky.”

I had lied. I have never used them during sex before, but I want to. “Fuck me like you hate me.” I say the words before I lose the courage.

“I do,” he smirks.

“Prove it.” His smirk falls off his face as he looks up at me. It’s a game—where we make each other prove it. It’s a game that we both like to play.

Parker has made me feel things that I have never felt before. I want him to make me feel something new. Something that is so real that even I can’t deny it. I want him to slap me around, maybe it will wake me up from this place that I’ve hidden myself in for so long. I want him to drag me back to a place of a tingly body and a quaking mess. Only he can do that to me, and we both know it.

As I stand here, only dressed in my underwear and wet hair, I feel a moment of panic as he stares up at me. Maybe he’s thinking I’m crazy—but we both already know that.

He very slowly gets up from the bed. I know what I said did the trick. I can already see how hard he is behind his boxers. I try not to smile.

He reaches over and grabs the handcuffs off the nightstand as if he read my mind. My heartbeat starts to pound in my chest, and my hands get clammy. Seeing them in his hand gives him an authority that I haven’t allowed anyone to have over me. But I want him to take it. I want him to want it.

He proceeds to walk around the end of the bed and comes to stop in front of me. “I saw you staring at these.” He lifts them up in front of my face and I swallow nervously. “What do you want me to do with them?” his deep voice demands, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.

“Use them,” I whisper feeling nervous. Why am I so nervous? I take a deep breath.

“You can do better than that.” He gives me a smirk.

“Use them on me,” I clarify for him.

His smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Turn around,” he demands, and I almost jump from the sound of his hard voice.

I do as he says and close my eyes as I place my hands behind my back. I take a deep breath as I feel the cold steel wrap around my wrists. I lift up on my tiptoes when he tightens them to the point they dig into my skin.

Then I feel his hand pulling back the hair off my shoulder before he whispers into my ear. “Now what do you want me to do to you?”

“Use me.” The words leave my lips before I can even think about it. I’ve been in control of us since day one. I’ve been the one to push him away. I’ve been the one to piss him off to the point he storms out. I want him to take over. I want him to have the control. I want him to use me as if I did him wrong. In a way, I have. I trust Parker. I want that trust to teeter on the brink of good and evil. Have you ever wanted someone you trust to hurt you? God, I sound crazy. But I’ve always been crazy so why stop now?

I feel him smile against my neck. “Wanna play, my little bitch?”

I smile. Now we’re getting somewhere. I pull away from him and turn around to face him. He plays the part well. He has this evil look on his face as if to say ‘karma’s a bitch.’ And I like it. “Let’s play,” I say straightening my shoulders.

The second the words leave my mouth, he wraps his hand around my throat and shoves me backward. My back hits the wall and my cuffed hands dig into my back. I try to cry out, but it’s cut off from his hand wrapped around my throat.

“I like this game,” he says leaning down to kiss me. His hand loosens around my neck, and I take a deep breath before his lips land on mine. He kisses me so hard that my head spins and my knees buckle. His tongue works with mine as he sucks and bites my lip.

His feet kick mine apart and then I feel his free hand between my legs. He hums his approval into my mouth when he feels how wet I am for him.

He pulls away and I fall to my knees before him. The room spins and I take a deep breath before I look up at him through my lashes. His face looks serious—his jaw sharp and his eyes hard. He turns around and walks away from me and I swallow thickly. “What are you doing?” I question, but he ignores me.

He opens our nightstand and pulls out the little black vibrator.
Fuck!
He places the ring on his finger and then comes back around to face me. He kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties out as he places the vibrator in them. He then stands and turns it on. I close my eyes as I flinch. He turns it off immediately.

“Open your eyes.” I slowly open them as I take a deep breath. “You’re going to watch me as I fuck your mouth. Do you understand?”

I nod. “I said, do you understand me?” His voice rises and wetness pulls between my legs.

“Oui, monsieur,” I say
yes, sir
in French.

He smiles an evil smile and lets go of my hair. “Good girl.”

He reaches for his boxers and pushes them down before kicking them off.

I try to move my hands around, but the metal digs into my skin. My tits bounce up and down as I breathe heavily. “You like that don’t you?” he asks.

I don’t answer, and he grabs my hair. I hiss in a breath as he pulls my head back. “Do you like being my bitch?”

More wetness pulls between my legs. Some women feel like being called a bitch is demeaning. I’m not one of those girls. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“Then be a good little bitch. Now. Suck my cock.” He wraps his hand around the base of it and pulls my head forward by my hair. I open up for him and he guides himself inside of me.

The vibrator kicks on and I close my eyes. “Open them,” he commands and they spring open.

God, every time I’m with him it gets better. I wanted him to use me and use me he does. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Suck that cock, baby.” He moans, throwing his head back. I suck him to the back of my throat and the vibrator turns to that pulsing sensation. My thighs tighten and my mouth goes slack as I try to take a deep breath.

He places both hands on either side of my head and grabs my hair. “My cock is in your mouth for a reason.” He pulls my head forward and he hits the back of my throat. “Keep sucking,” he orders in that deep voice and I wrap my lips tightly around him and he pulls my head back by my hair before slamming into me once again.

I try to pull away, but he holds me in place by my hair. The vibration between my legs is driving me crazy, along with the control he has over my head with his hands, along with my hands restricted has my body shaking.

I moan as the first wave hits me. “Come, sweetheart.” He looks down at me with those dark brown eyes. His broad shoulders, muscular arms, and chest flex as he fucking uses me like the slut that I wanna be for him. “Come for me as I fuck your mouth.”

He shoves his hips forward, and he hits the back of my throat causing my neck to push backward. I try not to gag, but I do, and he lets out an evil laugh at me. “Fuck. I love that sound,” he says softly.

The vibrator returns back to a constant, and I close my mouth tightly around him as my body starts to tighten up. “Fucking swallow that cock,” he orders as he continues to thrust in and out of my mouth. I hold him at the back of my throat as if I’m swallowing him whole as the first wave of the orgasm hits me. And my jaw screams for it to stop but I can’t. “Fuck,” he growls as he holds my hair tightly, causing my scalp to sting and my neck to get sore.

I take everything he wants to give me because that’s what I want. I want to give it all to him—the power to control what I can no longer hide. I come and I come hard, but he somehow keeps from coming in my mouth, though.

My head hangs and I breathe in heavily, trying to catch my breath after he pulls out of my mouth. He doesn’t give me the chance, though. He grabs my arm and pulls me to stand. I try, but my legs shake and my body trembles. I need him to fuck me, and he knows it.

Pulling me over to the side of the bed, he bends me over it. “Spread your legs,” he orders, and I do as he says.

I cry out in relief when he rips the panties off me. Taking that damn vibrator with it. “Is that what you want?” he asks as he places his cock at my entrance.

“Yes.” I dig my face into the comforter. His free hand slides across my ass and then I feel it stop between my cheeks. I moan wanting him to go all the way with it. I’ve done anal before; I didn’t enjoy it all that much, but I know with him I will.

He chuckles. “You really wanna be a dirty bitch,” he says softly to himself. And I close my eyes when I felt him reach below and run his fingers along my wet pussy. He then takes those wet fingers and runs them between my ass cheeks. “Relax,” and I take a deep breath. My body is covered in sweat and it continues to shake.

I moan loudly as he slowly enters a finger a little way into me. I feel the pressure and I clench my teeth. He pauses. “Stop?” he asks with concern.

I shake my head quickly. “No.”

He pushes it in a little more and I cry out. He pauses once again and then I feel his dick start to press into my pussy. He pushes it all the way, slowly filling my drenched pussy.

I moan in pleasure. “I wanna fuck your ass,” he growls as he pushes his finger a little more into me. I hiss in a breath. I feel so full with his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass.

His free hand grabs the chain that connects the handcuffs and pulls it toward him. The motion pulls my shoulders together and makes me arch my back.

“Parker,” I scream as I pant.

He chuckles. I fist my hands trying to get the feeling to come back to them, but it’s no use. They are on tight as fuck, plus he’s pulling on them. “I’m just getting started.” He warns and my sex clenches in excitement.

*****

We lie side by side exhausted and satisfied. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. My body feels like a cinderblock is lying on top of me as it continues to shake uncontrollably, and my wrists are deliciously sore as fuck.

My head falls to the side and I look at him. He has his arm thrown over his face as he breathes heavily. Sweat covers his face and hard chest. He sighs heavily as he removes his arm and looks over at me. He picks up my right hand and softly kisses the red marks that cover my wrist.

I smile. “I love you.” I say the words that I swore I’d never say. But I never expected to meet a man like Parker. They say life is full of surprises. Well, he is the best surprise I could have ever run into.

He jumps up and straddles me. “What did you say?” he questions as he pretends to clean out his ears.

I laugh. “I said I love you.”

“Louder,” he demands.

“I love you.” I throw my hand over my heart. “Oh, God, I love you. Parker…” I say dramatically like he did earlier when he asked me to do him.

His lips crash on mine, and I can’t help but laugh as he pulls away. “Guess we were both rock start today.” He winks and I playfully slap him in the arm.

We laid there in each other’s arms until we fell asleep. Exhaustion finally won over. We had both worked last night so we slept the entire day. As I sit up and stretch, I look around the room as the sun starts to set. I look over at him still sleeping beside me. I roughly shove him.

“Hmm?” He mumbles.

“Parker?” I shove him again.

“What?” he questions, sitting up and opening his eyes.

“Do you have plans tonight?” I ask already knowing that he doesn’t. We’re both off work. Well, unless his captain calls him in. He’s been riding his ass this last week.

“No.” He rubs his eyes as he yawns.

“Wanna spend the night moving you in?” He told me he loved me. I told him earlier today. I know exactly where we go from here. We take this step to see if we’ll last. They say you never really know a person until you live with them. Well, I’m ready to know the real Parker O’Hare. And I’m ready for him to know the real Katherine Walker.