Forever Distraction (Distraction #3) (23 page)

She wouldn’t escape me. I moved through the chaos of people and spotted her running up the back staircase. I took off in a sprint
, pushing and shoving bodies in my path. Reaching the top of the staircase, I paused only for a second until I saw the tail end of a yellow dress move up the second set of stairs; she was alone, no one to protect her. I scaled the last set of stairs leading to the third floor; only a few people were around, so when the door at the end of the hall closed, I knew without a shadow of doubt it was my princess.

I flung the door open
; she didn’t even have it locked.
What the fuck?
Did she want to be caught? Her actions fucked with my head. I locked the door with the swift movement of my fingers and stealthily moved through the room. It was filled with lockers and benches, with a table and fridge in the corner. It was a break room. I moved to the corner, peeking in a restroom and not hearing any movement. I proceeded to a closet that was filled with uniforms and caught the sound of breathing.
She hid in a frickin’ closet?
She hated closets. I stepped inside; the light was dim, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust, which only pissed me off more.

“You hid in the fucking closet…princess.” My voice was low as a warning
…no more games. She eased out from behind a rack of clothing, and to my utter astonishment, she fucking smiled. She was playing me. I growled in response.
Fuck…this girl.

I move
d toward her in like a predator, and if she wasn’t scared, she should have been. My heartbeat echoed in the small room, even above my breathing. Her smile faded, but she didn’t appear terrified; she held her head up and squared her feminine-framed shoulders just to prove she wasn’t. Her stubborn chin stuck out in a defiant way and it was hot as hell. She had so much spirit, and I already knew what I was about to do would break it, but I couldn’t stop. It was already in motion.

I lift
ed her dress with so much aggression I almost ripped it off. She gasped and I took it as encouragement. I set her on a rack, draped the back half of her dress over the opposite side, and moved between her legs. She made me crazy; I had never wanted to be everywhere in a girl all at the same time, but right now, I wanted to consume her. Without a word, I reached under her top and removed her breasts from their tight hold. Her nipples stood at attention, and fuck me if I didn’t want to chew and nibble on them, but I didn’t. I only wanted to look at what was mine.

Her legs
were moved next. I spread them as far as I could, wanting it to hurt. Hurting meant she was going to remember not to play games with me. Another gasp left her lips and I knew she was smart and wouldn’t tell me to stop. I wasn’t sure I could if she told me to. My only purpose right now was to claim what was mine, to leave my trace. I leaned my nose in to smell my favorite spot, the spot between her neck and shoulder. She smelled clean and sweet and I licked the silky, soft area with my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her sweetness; it tasted like strawberries, reminding me of hot summers.

I bit down
, not quite satisfied with my sampling, and it was ecstasy; every hair on my body stood at attention, every pore craving a bit more. My bite intensified; I was in a different world, a dream state where no one existed except my beauty and me. Her loud moan ripped me from my euphoria and I tasted blood on my lips, and that’s when it happened…something that had never happened before; I broke skin for the first time…ever. Shock and disbelief caused me to pull away and inspect the wound I had created, a wound I knew would take days to heal.
What the fuck?

I step
ped back, tripping over the clothes I tore from the shelf. Her eyes—her fucking innocent blue eyes—peeked over at me and I expected to see horror, but I saw understanding and compassion. I scanned the closet, and thoughts of trickery seeped into my already paranoid thoughts. She brought me to the closet, because that was where her monsters hid, and she’d now see me as a monster.

Katarina

“Jealous…right?” I asked and then paused, allowing him time to hear me. They were the first words I had spoken since he caught up to me. He was so intense right now, and it was unnerving not knowing where his mind was. He looked like a rabid animal. The blood that spilled over his lips, my blood, made me wonder if I was diseased and created these rabid creatures around me. I knew I was to blame; I was a troublemaker. Even though I had convinced myself, my father was crazy and unstable, studying Jason’s state right now, I would have to conclude it was me.

“Do it
,” I told him. His dark eyes darted around the room and then back to me. I was more scared than I had ever been. He was not the same man; I had done something, and I would give anything to undo it. The strong sensation I’d done something wrong and he would run away from me and abandon me was the most terrifying thing of all. I couldn’t stop him; the predatory gleam in his dark eyes meant he had plans for me, plans to devour me. He was all lion, and right now, he was stalking his prey. I reiterated, attempting to soothe the animal and not provoke it, “Take what you need from me,” and
son of a bitch,
those were the wrong set of words to say. Bewildered and confused, he took two giant steps back from me and began to pace.

“Why the fucking closet?
Why did you bring me to the
fucking
closet?” His voice matched his savage attitude. He continued his pacing and stopped, like he figured something out on his own, and then rushed toward me. I knew this game; he was trying to scare me, intimidate me. He wanted me to cower, but I wouldn’t, not to him. I loved him, and he needed to respect me and what I was giving him. When I told him to take what he needed, I was giving him a gift, and the deranged look in his eyes told me he didn’t want my gift.
Fuck him
. I closed my legs and move cautiously to tuck my boobs back into my snug top. My slow movements and lack of eye contact helped me gain my control back—the control I’d gifted him. In a few seconds, I was going to hop off this clothing rack and march out the door, and he could kiss my ass all the way home.

“This was a set up
; you knew I would follow you. You planned this.” His animalistic voice changed to realization. “You handed your phone to the girl in the slutty Snow White costume and ran…knowing I would follow you. You weren’t running
away
from me.” He paused and stared right into me. He bypassed my distracting blue eyes and was peering directly inside me. He took a step forward, his hand shaking, creating an ache in my heart and water in my eyes. He ran his rough finger down my face, tracing the curves. “Why the closet?” It was a whisper, a thought he expressed out loud.

I swallowed before I spoke
, never breaking our fixed eyes. “So they wouldn’t hear.”

His eyebrows bunched in question
, and another look was hidden in those emerald eyes…pity. “Who are ‘they’, princess?” He bent down and kissed the curve of my chin.

“Smith and Smith
Three…they are right outside the door. The girl I handed my phone works here and she gave me a key. The door up here is normally locked. Smith Three swept the place with the manager, but I wanted to make sure I could get in without problems.” The air between us was thick, and I was finding each breath harder than the last. Telling Jason these things was admitting I was playing a game. I was admitting guilt.

“I knew you would follow me
, because you already explained your perverse love and I understand it. I guessed you were upset when you didn’t answer my texts. The only way I knew how to fix things with you was with sex. Smith doesn’t know that, by the way. He thinks we’re talking. He promised to give me twenty minutes before he breaks down the door.” My heart picked up an extra beat wondering what he was thinking. I didn’t wonder long, because before I knew it, he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hold was tight and it stole my breath, but it was everything I needed.

If there was a way I could slip under his skin
, I would. In fact, that was how I wanted to die. I wanted to be smothered by this man. His smell surrounded me; he wore expensive cologne, but he still had his scent, the woodsy, spicy scent that was only his. His aroma made me helpless to him, making my busy mind go blank and my body prepare itself with moisture and awareness to his every touch. He held me close for too long, and I knew our time was coming to an end.

“Riggs, baby, Smith’s going to burst in any minute.” He didn’t budge at my whisper, just held my body to his. “The whole jealous thing
…” I paused, feeling him lick the spot where he bit me earlier, and my body, which was already on fire, was doused with gasoline. An erotic moan escaped my lips. “…the jealous thing was hot…
is
hot.” He eased away from my neck and stared directly into my eyes in what I could only describe as amazement.

“That’s not normal, princess. What we have
, the way we are…it’s all…none of it is normal.” He spoke softly, like he was breaking bad news, and it made me smile.

I
smiled, because of how cute he was, because no matter what he thought normal was... “This is my normal. You are all I know, Jason.
You
are my normal.” I saw a hint of a smile before his lips crashed onto mine. His mouth was wet and my tongue swam with his. I could drink him and taste him like this for the rest of my life. He cradled my face before he pulled away.

“I love the way you think
, princess.” He rested his nose on mine and continued to catch his breath. He pulled his phone out and I was curious who he was going to call at that moment. “Owen, I need twenty more minutes.” Jason’s eyes locked with mine and I saw hunger and lust. His tongue slipped out and he licked his top, luscious lip, and then the bottom one slowly. It was extremely hypnotizing. “Okay, here she is.” He handed the phone to me, spreading my legs in one smooth motion.

“Owen
,” I said his actual name breathlessly, because I was flustered and because I was high on Mr. Riggs. I was about to have a hot orgasm, and that was all I could think about.

“Katarina,”
he sputtered, startled by the way I addressed him.

“Smith
, you might want to make it 30 minutes. I’m really trying to find the source of his anger,” I told him. Jason gazed up at me from his position between my legs, his white smile giving me butterflies. “I’m attempting to get down to it, even if I have to play dirty.” I returned his smile, flashing him a seductive one of my own.

He snatched the phone from my hand.
“Owen…” his grin grew as he listened to Smith speak, “…we definitely need more than 15 minutes.” And that was it; the phone was gone. Jason stood back to take his jacket off and undo his pants. He appeared to already have money; the suit was tailor-fitted to his muscular body. When he turned to toss his jacket over a nearby chair, I got a view of his backside, the pants hugging his ass perfectly—my favorite ass pants. He unbuttoned his white shirt while still looking me over, making similar mental notes.

“Who are you
supposed to be? It’s a costume party,” I reminded him.

He smiled
, and it was so big I felt it reach out and make me smile too. “I’m Bruce Wayne. Gracey picked out my costume. Turns out she thinks I look like Christian Bale.” His adorable, self-gratified, smug grin made me laugh. “Enough about me, sweet Snow White.” His naked, hard body made its way over to mine and I got shivers. His eyes were darker suddenly, and I swallowed feeling the sudden loss of control. He stole all the control the closet had to offer; his confident stride, his authoritative pace, left no doubt who owned the space.

He traced his fingers up my thigh to my bow panties. He stopped
, examining them more closely.

“Bow-frickin
’-tastic…your pussy is wrapped for me and everything.” His eyes fixated on the red bow between my legs I wore for him, but suddenly, I was worried. It was silly and insecure, but I knew he liked white on me, but I had chosen red. He didn’t comment on the color, but said, “Best fucking decoration I have ever seen.” He traced the wide ribbon around my side and traveled it down to my hot spot, and then he did the same on the other side. “It’s just ribbon and not really panties,” he discovered as his fingers continued their journey, tracing the ribbon, and another erotic moan-slash-plea left my lips. His finger froze and my eyes fluttered back open. “Who tied it on you?”

What? Who? I don’t know
. “Just one of the girls sent to dress me. I asked her to tie me a bow and she did.” It was innocent, a gift meant for him to find and be excited about, but right now, the look in his eyes held madness and distrust.

With a slight move
ment of his wrist, he untied the bow and then lifted me slightly, removing the wet bow from between my legs. “Take your arms out of your dress.” It was an order, and I moved quickly to obey, not thinking, just doing. Once they were both out, I peered back into his dark, smoldering eyes. “Lift your arms.” His bark made me instantly raise my arms above me to hold onto a garment bar; shirts hung from both sides and I gripped onto it.

He wrapped the red bow around my wrist
, and when he finished, he stepped away. I was securely fastened to the bar. My heart raced as the feeling of being trapped swept over me. He looked into my eyes before he bent over to whisper, “I love you like this.” My eyes fluttered back at his words, and the only thing that mattered was this man and whatever he wanted to do to me. He traced my wet folds with his fingers, and then he dipped them inside, repeating the pattern. It was hard to hold still when I was this close to bursting. I needed to poke him a little; he wasn’t nearly as angry or unhinged as he was before. He was playing, toying with me, and I needed more.

“Jealous, right?”
I repeated my words from earlier and I saw a wicked smile take form. “Show me how jealous, Mr. Riggs.” My blue eyes sunk into his emerald ones and I held them there, telling him, daring him to show me. His fingers became more rapid and forceful, thrusting in and out of me, and it was just what I needed. He had all of me. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, and I felt his wet lips on my breasts, his sharp teeth on my nipples, and I came. The wave of sexual bliss that took me over was almost blinding; bright lights and speckles of yellow remained in my vision.

He removed his hand while I was still riding out my climax and shoved his cock inside me. He leaned in and licked my neck again
at the bite mark he gave me earlier, and more juices poured through my body to my fully-filled pussy. He started slow while he licked my neck; if I could guess, he was apologizing to my body, making sweet love to it. He leaned back and took my mouth in a long kiss as he continued his slow, torturous rhythm. My hand tried to break free from the bar so I could run my fingers through his hair, to give him comfort back, but he’d tied me too securely.

When his lips left mine
, he pulled away only slightly while his cock continued its tender rocking. He placed his hands on both sides of my face and I quickly got a whiff of my musky smell on his fingers. “Jealousy is powerful; I can’t describe it, and I don’t even know where to start. Jealousy is new to me, something I don’t plan on feeling every day, or even every month, because I trust you and will beat the
fuck
out of anyone who touches you.” His words and the way he yelled the curse as he continually impaled me was driving me more and more intoxicated. It was sexy as hell that I was still clothed and he was naked having his slow way with me. I was at his mercy. He stuck his sex-covered fingers in his mouth—all three fingers.

“
Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, and I complied. He took a step back, reminding me I was attached to the bar. He never stopped the slow fucking, pulling me into him, and then he released me slightly. It was like my body was laid out for him and I was completely vulnerable to his needs. He slipped his wet, saliva-covered fingers between the cheeks of my ass, found the tight, little hole, and I felt one and then two fingers slide inside me.

“Jealousy
, Josephine, is a crazy feeling.” He leaned in, licking my bite mark again and pumping my sex and ass alternately. “It’s like wanting to be everywhere at once, and being pissed because you can’t.
Fuck,
I want to smother you so bad it hurts.” His thrusts became more rapid, his fingers in my ass pressed further in, and the strength of his fucking became overpowering. “Mine,” he growled and then took my mouth.

I would have loved to h
ave climaxed again, because I was very close, but there were too many sensations; my mind would have one and then shift to another. I needed his voice, his whispering to focus my thoughts. Jason came with force and buried his nose in my neck when he scream-cursed. It was indescribable how freaking hot it was. We heard knocking on the outer door, and that was what pulled him from me. He untied my wrist before he stepped back and got dressed.

****

Jason

After staying in the closet long enough to make sure she d
idn’t regret what we just did, I disappeared to the bathroom. I washed my hands and face and had a brief one-on-one with myself. “Calm the fuck down, Riggs. She wanted to see the crazy-ass beast; she practically begged.” I splashed more water on my face, picturing the scene that just took place in the closet. I was rough and selfish; I couldn’t even look her in the eyes to gauge if she needed me to stop. I knew she would never tell me, never let on that she was weak in any way. She was prideful of her strength.