Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) (7 page)

I’m dizzied by his tasting of me and nearly forget the question. “Huh? Oh…”

His mouth trails up my chest and he suckles on my neck. The way his hot breath tickles me, my entire body buzzes in response. I’m sore between my legs, yet I want more of him.

Do I crave the pleasure and pain together like he spoke of?

He sucks my flesh into his mouth and I cry out in pain. My fingers twitch to touch myself down below so it is to my astonishment that I do, indeed, like a little pain. With each nip and suck on my neck, he draws out whimpers and needy moans from me. His mouth is all over my neck and then after a bit, moves back down my chest.

“I want to leave marks all over you. That’ll show them who you belong to.”

His words only serve to turn me on and I slip my fingers to the place he drew such pleasure from not long ago. I mimic his actions from before but I’m not as good at it. It’s much better with his fingers there.

“Call him.”

I snap open my eyes to find him staring down at me. “What?”

“Call Parker. Tell him things are over between you two.”

Sitting up on my elbows, I stare at him in horror. Terror at doing something so bold and brave washes over me. What would Daddy think? He’d be so angry.

“I can’t. Daddy—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your goddamned daddy,” he snarls and grabs my jaw in his hand, jerking me toward him. “Parker is a dead fucking fish and you deserve to feel, sugar. I won’t fuck you again until you break up with that pussy.”

Tears swim in my eyes but a thread of excitement twists its way through me. Could it be so simple? End things with Parker and not get stuck marrying some Ken doll?

“What if I don’t?” I question, testing the fierce man beside me.

He tugs me forward, my jaw still in his brutal grasp and kisses me. His kiss is firm and I don’t want him to stop. My fingers slide into his hair and I clutch onto him. When neither of us can breathe anymore, he pulls away from my lips but his grip on my jaw never wanes.

“You can leave right now, sugar. Go be with that pussy if that’s what you want,” he bites out.

The flesh on my jaw will probably bruise but I like being snared in his grasp. Sinful images flip through my head like some naughty storybook. Did I truly crossover into the world of evil with no hope of returning to my innocent self?

“Why do I like it when you hurt me?” I blurt out, my thoughts spilling out before us.

He groans, sounding much like a wild animal, and his feral eyes meet mine. “Goddammit, Eden. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? Go get your phone and call that motherfucker before I do it for you.”

Perfect?

I should be worrying about his warning to call Parker but all I can dwell on is the fact he called me perfect.

His grip is gone suddenly and he points toward the door. “Call him.”

Swallowing down my fear, I clamber off the bed, and on wobbly feet make my way to my phone. I see that I’ve missed a few texts from Rebecca and guilt infects me.

Rebecca: Made it home. Dad is pissed.

Rebecca: Hello?! I told Seth you said he was hot. Oops.

Rebecca: Seth and Eden sitting in a tree…

Rebecca: How are things with Mr. Hottie Zeke Wilder?

Rebecca: I’m guessing by your lack of response that you’re finally losing your V-card. Lucky bitch. Call me tomorrow.

I hurry and reply so she won’t worry.

Me: Things are going great. Too great. Zeke is different—good different. I’m breaking up with Parker. Tell you about it later.

When I lift my eyes, Zeke is stretched out over his bed lying on one elbow. His gaze is skimming over my naked flesh and embarrassment prickles through me.

“What?”

“I could stare at you all day…” he trails off, his eyes distant.

A smile tugs at my lips. I let my eyes skitter over his colored, muscular body. His penis hangs thick but limp in front of him. I wonder how it would feel to put it in my mouth—to suck on him to the point that he comes. Would he adore me?

I want to be adored by him.

I want to kneel before him and taste him but I’m not bold enough to tell him that. Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and scroll through my phone until I find Parker’s name. It’s late and he probably won’t answer anyway.

While my finger hovers over his name, the bed moves behind me. Zeke’s large hands slide around me and over my breasts. I whimper when he pinches each nipple between his thumbs and fingers.

“Why do you like it when I hurt you, Eden?”

His words cause me to take pause and I flutter my eyes closed. “I don’t know.”

He pinches my nipples again, this time harder and I cry out. “Not a good enough answer, sugar. Tell me why.”

I don’t want to tell him. But I do.

It’s nice to verbalize things I don’t even speak of to Rebecca—about how controlling Daddy is and about how much I am not even in like with Parker.

“You make me feel, Zeke. The pain, the pleasure—I like them with you. I like that a part of me is awake and curious. It feels natural with you.”

His growl is my only warning before he hauls me up onto the bed.

T
his woman is killing me.

I have cravings—cravings she wants to satisfy.

Now, as I regard her quivering body sprawled out on the bed beneath me, I want to grant her wishes.

Hurt her.

Fuck her.

Make her feel.

“I want to put bruises all over your body—bruises I inflict with my hands, fingers, and mouth. Your skin is so white and untouched. Virgin even. It’s only fitting that I ruin your flesh like I ruined your innocence. What would Daddy say to see you all bruised up?”

Her eyes drag away from mine and she stares off behind me. “I don’t know. He’d call me a whore.”

I’m jealous of her fucking father which is insane. I don’t want him telling her what to do or preventing her from doing things she wants. He’d better hope I never meet his ass because I’d love nothing more than to break his nose for the sport of it. Eden is mine now. They’ll soon all understand this.

“You’re not a whore, Eden. I’m freeing you and teaching you what it means to feel. Your daddy is a dick that gets off on keeping you under his thumb,” I bark out, anger rolling through me. “Do you want out from under his thumb, sugar?”

Her sad eyes find mine and she nods. “I do but I’m not sure I can.”

Grabbing her knees, I spread her open as far as she’ll go and sit back with my ass on my feet so I can observe what’s mine. Her pussy is still bright red but glistens with her arousal. This woman, no matter what that fucker has instilled into her brain, craves to be released into a world that I rule.

“Your pussy is such a fucking turn-on right now. I love that even though I obliterated your virginity, you’re still a damn innocent. Does it scare you that I want to break you? That I want to slaughter your purity and teach you every wicked thing I know?”

She whimpers and attempts to draw her knees together. It only serves to piss me off and harden my cock. Pushing her back open, I set to putting hickeys all over the insides of her thighs to match the ones I gave to her earlier which are already showing up all over her neck and chest. I wasn’t lying when I told her I wanted to mark all of her flesh.

I want to give her all of her orgasms.

I want all of her holes in due time.

I want to spank and bite her.

“Zeke!” she cries out when I get close to her dripping pussy.

“Yes, Eden?” My hot breath on her delicate flesh sends an eruption of quivers through her body.

“You’re teasing me.”

She yelps when I bite her thigh.

“You’d rather me cut to the chase and spank your ass?” I ask and sit up.

Her crystal blue eyes widen and her nostrils flare. “W-w-what? Are you going to spank me?”

“If I want to, I will. What I really want is to yank on your hair while I fuck you from behind. What do you think about that?”

Her eyes droop a bit and she bites on her lip. “It might hurt.”

I bellow with laughter and crawl over her languid body and kiss her deep. My cock lies thick and ready between us. “Of course it’ll hurt, sugar. And you’ll like it.”

She spreads her legs further open and wriggles beneath me. “Make love to me. Like in the movies.”

I raise an amused brow at her. She’s so fucking cute right now, her hopes and dreams on blatant display for me. This girl dreams about a
Leave it to Beaver
life, all perfect and shit. Yet, she wants to be a whore on the side. I’m sure we can accommodate both fantasies.

Sliding one hand into her hair and gripping her gently, I fist my cock in the other. She digs her nails into my sides when I ease it into her sore pussy. Even though she’s wet for me now, I know she hurts. But my girl is taking every thick inch like a fucking champ.

“Like this, sugar?”

Her eyes flutter closed and soft moans come from her mouth. I brush my lips across hers and kiss her in a soft manner. With each thrust, she grows more and more impatient. It’ll take me forever to come having just orgasmed twice in a row tonight, so I’m not worried about grabbing a condom just yet. Besides, this is her fantasy, not mine. When it’s time for her to be the whore she fears, I’ll definitely need a condom then.

“You’re so beautiful and your body was made for mine,” I coo, dropping sweet kisses all over her mouth.

She basks in my praise and it only creates more of a possessive desire to make her mine. Those fuckwads don’t tell her enough shit like this. Shit that she needs to hear—shit she deserves to hear.

“Am I hurting you?” I murmur against her mouth.

Her head shakes back and forth. “No, but…”

“You like it rough, don’t you Eden? Did I spoil you by giving you the naughty shit before the sweet?”

Her wild eyes meet mine and she nods.

I don’t wait for her to change her mind and jerk my cock out of her. She yelps at the loss of it. Grabbing onto her hips, I manhandle her over onto her belly. I shove her thighs forward so that her ass is in the air. Knowing this will get me off, I reach over and steal another condom from the drawer. Once I’m protected against getting her pregnant, I sit up on my knees. I see the phone on the bed beside her and an evil thought crosses my mind.

“Beg for it, sugar.”

She wiggles her cute ass at me and does as she’s told. “Please, Zeke.”

“Please what?”

“Please, um, make love to me.”

My dick is painfully hard at her shy words.

“Not good enough, Eden. Talk dirty. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

I slap my cock against her pussy and she moans. “Yes! Okay? Yes, please fuck me Zeke. Pull my hair too. I want to feel you.”

I tease her clit by rubbing the tip of my dick between her lips. “Does this feel good?”

“Mmmmhhhmmm.”

“Good, now call Parker.”

Her head lifts up to face the headboard and her body tightens. “What? Now?”

“Yes, and then I want you to let him hear that I’m taking what he thought was his.”

She whimpers but when I slide my cock back along her clit, she sends a shaky hand toward the phone. With a swipe of her finger, she opens the phone and finds his name. Her finger once again hovers over the button.

“Can he make you feel as good as I do, sugar?”

She shakes her head and mashes the button. I continue my teasing of her clit while it rings. After several rings, he picks up.

“Eden? Why are you calling so late?”

When she doesn’t answer, I pop her ass and she yelps. “Parker! I, uh, we need to break up,” she blurts out.

He must drop the phone because there is a commotion on the other end. “What? You can’t break up with me.”

I bristle at his indignant tone and have the urge to throttle his ass.

“Parker, I
can
break up with you. We aren’t a—” she gasps when I open her ass cheeks so I can take a peek at her tight puckered asshole, “—good match.”

He curses under his breath and I shove my dick into her pussy without warning.

“Oh God!” she cries out, burying her face into the covers.

“What’s going on, Eden? Do I need to call your father and ask what’s come over you? I bought you a stupid ring the other day!”