Denying Mr. Parks (The Parks #1) (14 page)

“Unbelievable.” I grinned.

“You better believe it,” he hit back oh so casual, but his voice oozed sex, heat, and that masculinity that defined him. It was sexy as hell, and too inevitable to deny.

He opened the door for me and allowed me to enter the room before him. My eyes excessively scanned the extensive white-and-gold luxury hotel room. I was about to wander around, but Parks didn’t want to waste time.

“The only room you need to see is the bedroom. Come on.” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

My gaze darted across the king-sized, deluxe bed, which had a huge gold bedframe. Besides that, I found myself paying extra attention to the stand-alone gold-and-cream wing-back chair positioned in the corner of the room. I quickly rummaged through my bag and found what I was looking for. My strategy.

Parks was watching me curiously as he started undoing the buttons on his shirt, so when I pulled out the stainless-steel handcuffs, his eyes wildly lit up.

“You want to get restrained, Evelyn? I can fulfil that request.”

I shook my head, which stopped him abruptly. I held up the cuffs with my index finger, my words coming out seductive. “I want to restrain
you
.”

He recoiled, taking a step back, holding his palms up and shaking his head. “No, Evelyn. I have never been cuffed and never wish to be. I like control. If I’m restrained, I’m powerless. Not going to happen.” He was stern, sure, and meant every word. Shit. This wasn’t going as planned. I had to turn on that charm I didn’t have.

“Come on,
Wade
. Lose control for a moment, for me.” I walked towards him slowly, teasing him in a suggestive tone. “Let me…play with you.”

His brow rose in amusement. I could tell he was contemplating it. His gaze drifted from mine and across to the cuffs. “You want to be in control, Evelyn?”

“Yes,” I purred, steering him over to the chair that had caught my eye. When the back of his legs caught the front of it, he slowly lowered onto the seat, making it easier for me to stand over him. When I looked into his dilated, lust-filled eyes, I almost rethought what I was about to do, but then I thought of all the things that pissed me off about him. Following me. Demanding things. Slating Alex. Dating Carla to piss me off. His relentless pursuit of me despite my pleas to be left alone. The way he made me feel. The way I questioned myself. I needed to teach him a lesson that would make him stay away. I needed my life to be normal, safe, and controllable. He was a man that could rule out those three things for me in an instant. I couldn’t have that.

Sitting astride him, I then leaned up on to my tiptoes, pulled his arms behind the back of the chair, and purposely pushed my breasts into his face as I secured the cuffs. His deep sigh was almost regretful, painful. I could sense he really, really wasn’t comfortable, but he relented because I had asked him to. Of course that touched me a little, but I stuck to my guns.

I moved so my face was inches away from his, and I could almost taste the watermelon on his lips. I could smell his devouring scent as I straddled him, and I could feel the intense sexual aura that radiated from his body. His arms were cuffed behind the chair, and I could feel he was painfully hard as my sex skimmed against his cock. I quivered a little as the sensation of him brushing against my pulsing ache was excruciatingly hard to resist, but I needed to do it.

Think of yourself, Evey.
I reminded myself to do just that, then pushed off him.

“Evelyn?” His eyes crinkled in confusion. “What are you doing?”

I backed away from him and bent down to pick up my bag and jacket. He became agitated as he sensed what I was about to do. “Evelyn, where the fuck are you going? You told me you wouldn’t leave.”

“I have to. Don’t you see? Now please, leave me alone.” I turned my back on him, but he began roaring like a lunatic.

“Evelyn, get back here and uncuff me!” His voice had me turning back around just slightly, and the image was quite surreal to see. He looked vulnerable, like he could see the control he craved falling from his grasp. He couldn’t deal with that. Still, I had to do this.

“Good-bye, Parks.” I sprinted out of the room, skipped the lift, and ran down the stairs and straight through the lobby as fast as my legs would carry me, not even stopping for air. I flagged down a taxi when I got outside the hotel, and my leg bounced up and down anxiously all the way home.

When I bolted through my front door, Steph and Mathew were on their way out.

“Mathew’s taking me out for a meal.” Standing behind him, Steph rolled her eyes at me where he couldn’t see.

“Have fun,” I called over my shoulder, secretly glad I had the flat to myself. I needed space.

“Oh, Alex called. He’ll be around to see you soon. He tried to call you, but he couldn’t get through.”

Alex? I groaned inwardly. So much for space. Shit, maybe he wanted to use his “bright idea”? I would tell him I lost them. That seemed ridiculous, but he would believe me, I was sure.

I got into my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, feeling drained, tired, and empty. What happened with Parks was something I should never have allowed to happen. So then why couldn’t I stop thinking about the way his green beauties gazed at me? Not to mention his fingers inside of me, or the way every part of me would unwind when he made me come so quickly, so masterful; the way he seemed to praise and love my body. Then again, he hadn’t seen me naked. That would surely change his mind. Anyway, I had to deny him. I wasn’t the woman for him. He wasn’t the man for me.

End of story.

As the adrenaline from what I had done cleared away, I glanced around my room and felt alone again. I was back to feeling empty. But empty was an okay place to be for me. It was better than
feeling.

My eyes closed momentarily when my head hit the pillow, and I was almost asleep when a vicious banging on my front door startled me. I rubbed my thumping forehead and cursed. Steph obviously caused an argument so she didn’t have to go out with Mathew, or she’d forgot her keys. I was betting on my first theory.

I opened the door and opened my mouth, ready to scold Steph, but Parks came barging through my hallway, pushing me backwards.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?” His eyes were raging, and indignant heat burnt from his body. I noted the handcuffs around each of his wrists and could see he’d broken the chain that kept them together.

“Well, you’re not very fucking nice. What did you expect?” I spat, pushing him in his shoulder to make him back off, but he wouldn’t budge. “You need to leave, Parks. Now.”

“Leave?” he retorted. “I don’t think so. I expect you to finish a job once you start one. But before you do, give me the fucking key. Where the fuck did you get these things?”

I was too angry to laugh, especially at the image of him running through the hotel lobby after breaking free, then driving here with cuffs around his wrists. Another reason I didn’t laugh was because he looked a different man. Almost spaced out with rage, like I had committed the worst crime imaginable.

I leaned against my bedroom doorframe with crossed arms. “Alex is a policeman. He gave them to me.”

“Alex?” he roared. He then began to search around the living room like a bull in a china shop, upturning boxes, chairs, everything.

“Stop,” I yelled. “You’re ruining our things.”

“Then tell me where the fuck the keys are. You need to get these things off me. Now,” he bellowed.

Okay, he meant business, and I needed to calm him down. “I’ll get them. Just stop.” I ran into my bedroom, where I dived into my handbag and fumbled for the keys. He followed me in, his chest heaving with anger. I pulled out the keys, but he snatched them from me and quickly unlocked the cuffs. When they dropped from his wrists, he glared at me, the fire in his eyes burning into my pupils.

“Now we will finish the job, Evelyn. And for your punishment, it will be fucking hard, fast, and relentless.” With that stern proclamation, he began to unbuckle his belt.

“Punishment?” I gaped. He was going to punish me? Was he serious? “For what?”

“For what?” He laughed contemptuously as he slid his trousers down roughly. “I assume your parents disciplined you for bad behaviour. Discipline and punishment is key in correcting bad behaviour, after all.” I frowned but tried to ignore the harrowing sting that stabbed me every time someone mentioned my parents or what they did or didn’t do. “You are never too old for punishment, Evelyn, and with what you just did to me, you will be taught a lesson.”

He was going to teach me a lesson? He sent me into a flurry of mixed emotions. I was bewildered and pissed off but also panting as I gaped at his long, lean, muscular legs and the package his tight, black boxer-briefs presented me with. When he swiftly pulled them down his legs, my gasp betrayed me. I simply couldn’t pull my gaze away from the sight of his cock standing tall against his stomach. He left his shirt on and rushed forwards, pushing me down onto my single bed. “I wanted our first time to be special, Evelyn. But you’ve given me no choice. Tell me you’re on the pill?”

“Yes,” I panted. He pushed his mouth into mine and violated it with such blunt laps of his tongue that it took me a moment to pull myself together. But when I did, I swatted the warning signs away and listened to my body. I clung to his hair as I pushed my tongue against his, lashing it with force. I had never been taken control of. I was always the one in control, always the one who called the shots. But he completely dominated me entirely. He influenced my body and took hold of the power of my mind.

Without warning he ripped my yoga pants and French knickers from me in one go, then took hold of my hips to flip me around onto my stomach. He was urging me up to position myself on all fours, and in the midst of desire, I climbed onto my hands and knees and did as he demanded. I still had my loose tank top on, but from the waist down I was naked, and he had full view of my arse. I heard him fishing in his pocket quickly and realised he was looking for a condom. After sliding it onto himself, he climbed on the bed behind me and hovered over me, his firm chest grazing my back.

I was anticipating the roughest sex I’d ever had, and just thinking about made me delirious. Bowing his head down to my ear, he then gave me a warning in a cold, withdrawn voice I hadn’t heard from him before. “You don’t get to watch or hear me when you’re being punished, Evelyn. The only thing you’re permitted to do is scream my name. Understand?”

After that statement he dived into me with such brutal force I instantly clung to the pillows above my head to steady myself.

“Ah, fuck,” I cried as he opened my channel, stretching me wider than I thought was possible. The feeling of something so big being thrust inside of me with such might, with no preparation and no time to adjust, was brutally, sweetly intense.

I heard his hard, ragged breaths behind me as he pulled out. Holding on to the sides of my hips, he slammed into me with utter ferociousness. He grunted and hissed through gritted teeth as he pounded his blunt cock into my core, so deep, so full. It almost hurt, but the pain was a welcome one. I felt like I needed it in some strange way.

“Fucking hell.” I gasped sharply, clawing at the bedsheets. His heavy balls were slapping against the curve of my backside, my thighs were slapping against his as he pounded me, and the sounds only made the situation rawer, sexier.

“Don’t. Fucking. Speak.” He pulled at my ponytail, yanking my head back. It was impossible not to cry out. Not to moan. Not to curse. He was most definitely pounding me as hard, as deep, and as fast as his limits allowed. The brutality of it. The determination. The harshness of his pull on my hair. The possessive nature of it. Jesus, it was all so hot. But I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how
unbelievably
good he felt. I was desperate to stay quiet, but it was useless. The feeling of intense pleasure was heightening, and I unconsciously cried out his name, just like he said I would.

“
Wade.
”

At the sound of his name, a primal growl escaped him, and it burnt the fire in my stomach, fuelling me to push my arse back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck…Evelyn.” Before that he hadn’t spoken a word of gratitude, but hearing his name seemed to drive him wild and force him to speak. He tightened his grip on me and started panting harshly. He was going to come; I felt it. He hissed and stiffened, holding my waist to the point of sweet pain. His thrusts became faster but shortened all of a sudden, and with one swifter thud, he emptied himself inside me on a prolonged, guttural groan. I felt the warmth of his orgasm as it filled the condom. It felt so good, as if my sex craved every dose of him. But I needed him to come inside me. I hated the condom. I clenched around his cock to squeeze every last ounce from him and was on the brink of my own climax. My sex tightened and begged for that release, but he left me hanging. Bastard.

He quickly pulled out of me, making me collapse onto my stomach, panting for air. My body was aching, and I already felt sore, but most of all, I suddenly felt used and disgusted.

I felt him climbing off the bed and away from me, but I didn’t turn. He left the room, presumably to take the condom to the waste bin, then came back. I remained still until I knew he was fully dressed. He didn’t speak and neither did I.