Ten years ago, Drew Trigger broke Addi Moore's heart. It was the only way to keep the beautiful teenager safe from his father's brutal biker club. But now Addi has lost the man who always looked out for her, and Drew is all she has left. She needs him like a little girl needs her daddy, and he isn't going to let her go again. This time he'll give her exactly what she needs.
He opened the cabin door and she put a hand on his chest. He almost moaned at her touch. Light spilled out of the door and her eyes were pleading. “I’m sorry for what I said in the office. I should have known better.” Her eyes lowered to the deck. “I feel a connection to you because of Ray, because of this camp, and our past, but we’re nothing but strangers.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m a good distraction. And Ray asked. And well, I needed something, too.”
“What?” His voice was sharp. “Addianna.” Her name both scolded and scalded from his tongue.
“Don’t.” His jaw ticked and he pointed a long finger at her.
“Don’t what? Admit the truth?” She looked away, blowing out. “I know this isn’t real. I know you’re being nice because Uncle Ray asked you to, and because it’s easy, but I need some reality to keep me on the ground. And that reality is, outside of this situation, I’m not good enough for you. You’re gorgeous and strong and well, I’m just me.” She looked down at herself.
“Jesus!” He ran a hand roughly through his hair. “Get your ass in that cabin, little girl.” Her not good enough for him? The idea was so ass-backwards he snorted, clenching his hands tightly to keep from shaking some sense into her.
Her eyes widened with a start and she stood frozen to the spot. Couldn’t she see how he struggled not to rip her clothes off and plant himself deep inside her lush body? He needed to show her, first how she turned him to fucking lava and then why she should stay the hell away from him.
“Baby girl, you’d better move it. When Daddy tells you something, you damn well do it.”
She swallowed whatever was on the tip of her tongue and spun, pushing the door open wider. He followed swiftly, making her scramble with a sharp swat to her ass.
When she turned back, mouth agape from his swat, he reached for her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, and pushed her with his body against the wall. His eyes went to her mouth. God, he needed to taste her again. Her mouth closed, leaving nothing but a slit between her full lips. He bit the corner of his mouth, trying to hold back but when her tongue darted out to wet those slightly parted lips, he dove for her.
The feel of her lips, so soft and pliable, undid him. The kiss would never be enough. He needed more, but damn, he would take his time with her.
He took her hands from his chest and bound her wrists with one hand, pulling them above her head.
“Just you is exactly what I want,” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle the base of her neck with his nose. He breathed in her scent. “You’re intoxicating.” His mouth closed over her neck and his teeth scraped her collarbone, making her arch toward him before his tongue soothed and she relaxed.
“Those clothes are coming off,” he said in a raspy whisper, pulling her off the wall and releasing her hands. “Unbutton your shirt.” She blinked at his demand, possibly weighing her options. He took a step toward her and she went for the top button. He took her hands.
“You hesitated.” He turned her and put her hands against the wall. “Don’t move unless I give you permission.” She nodded and he smiled behind her back.
He gave her ass a sharp swat and then slowly slid her hair off the back of her neck to expose her nape. Tracing a lazy figure eight down her neck, he felt her shiver. “That smack was just a taste of what Daddy’ll do to you if you hesitate again. Now turn back around, baby girl.”
Her lip quivered as she turned but the flush flaming her cheeks told him it was arousal. She was wet and throbbing over his dominance and it had him rock hard. There was no turning back without breaking her and no going forward without being sent to a deeper level of Dante’s inferno.
He took her wrists in his hands again, this time feeling the thumping of her pulse beneath his thumbs a moment before he let her go and held her with just his eyes. “There are many ways to punish, Addi.”
Her breathing changed, coming in smaller pants. His hands cradled her face and he kissed her, hard and unrelenting.
His tongue probed her mouth, to explore and to overtake her before his teeth slid off her bottom lip. “I’m going to make you mine, baby girl, but before I take what’s mine, I need to hear it.”
She whimpered as he grasped a handful of her thick hair and yanked.
“Are you mine, Addi? Say the words or I stop. Say them and I’ll make you forget your name.”