“I can’t wait. I need to have you now,” he said. And she was more than happy to give it to him.
****
Elijah knew he was going straight to hell. He never should be thinking about his sister’s best friend. Heather had three best friends, and the only one he thought about was Amber Phelps. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. At night he found himself dreaming about her. Even when he lived back home and he used to watch his sister, Amber always caught his eye. He was a sick bastard as he was a good ten years older than she was. His feelings hadn’t started going to the obsessive until she’d turned seventeen. He still shouldn’t have been looking at her.
Now, they were both at consensual age, and he could do what he wanted. There was no way she was a virgin. She was too damn sexy to be a virgin. His full-figured, red-headed woman was just … perfect. No other words could describe her.
The feel of her silken pu**y was too much. He grabbed a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, which were pooled around his ankles. Quickly sheathing his c**k with the latex, he gripped her hip and seated himself inside her warm, tight pu**y.
She screamed, and he didn’t want to know the truth of why she was in pain. Staring into her eyes, Elijah realized the truth and his f**king mistake. Amber was a virgin, and he was her first man.
Closing his eyes he tried to be angry, but all he felt was relief. He made a promise to himself in that moment. Amber would never know the touch of another man. Elijah would make sure no man would ever want to come near her. He would own every inch of her.
She was in his arms, in his bed with his c**k deep inside her body, and he was making a claim on her. There was no way she was getting away from him a second time.
Pulling out of her tight heat, Elijah plunged back inside. Slipping a hand between them, he started to finger her swollen clit. He wanted to hear her scream his name in pleasure.
Tears glistened in her eyes, and he leaned down, kissing her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said, meaning it.
A gentleman would have stopped. A gentleman wouldn’t have continued. He was not a gentleman. He was a Dom, and even he knew he couldn’t use that as an excuse for his actions. There was no excuse.
Stroking her clit, he brought her to orgasm, watching the pleasure cross her face as he took her. He started out slow, caressing her cl*t and sucking on her br**sts.
She was so damn perfect. He couldn’t imagine not having her. She was truly perfect to him.
Sliding in and out of her warm heat drove his obsession deeper down. There was no way one quick f**k was ever going to get him over her. Amber was in his mind, in his blood, and she’d stay there for the rest of his life.
He drove into her harder, feeling the first stirrings of orgasm start to build.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, flicking her clit.
Amber followed his directions like a perfect submissive.
She’s too f**king young.
Blanking out the thoughts, Elijah slowed down his thrusts, bringing Amber to several more orgasms before he found release.
When he could no longer hold off his release, Elijah wrapped his arms around her and moaned against her skin as his seed poured into the waiting condom. He wanted to have her without anything between them. There was no way she’d be on birth control.
Resting his head on her br**sts he took several deep breaths needing to gain control of himself.
“Elijah?” she asked.
He lifted his head. “What, baby?”
“Are you, erm, finished? You’re squashing me.”
Anger consumed him. He lifted up on his arms and pulled out of her wetness. Staring down at the evidence of her innocence, he went to his personal bathroom. Quickly, he grabbed a towel and a cloth then returned to find her trying to dress.
“Sit the f**k down. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve cleaned you up. I’m not having any arguments either.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Sit down!” Her gaze went to the door before she sat down on his bed.
Moving close to her, he knelt before her. Amber’s face was bright red. The color almost matched the shade of her hair.
Shaking his head, he cleaned away the few specks of blood. Cursing in his head, Elijah returned the soiled towel and cloth to the bathroom.
Returning to his room, Elijah was overcome with possessive anger. He could have hurt her because she hadn’t told him the truth. Before he reined in his anger, Elijah grabbed Amber, hauled her over his knee and started to slap her ass.
While he’d been gone she’d pulled the skirt down to cover her ass so her flesh was given a certain amount of protection, but not enough to hide away from his anger.
He was so f**king mad.
When he was finished, he made her sit on the bed and look at him. “Don’t you ever let a guy do that to you, do you understand me?”
“Do what?” she asked, crying. He saw the tears in her eyes but also the peace that seemed to flash back at him. Elijah didn’t want to think about what her emotions meant. In the wrong hands they were dangerous. He couldn’t risk anything happening to his sweet Amber. That’s how he’d come to see her, as his.
“You’re my woman, Amber. Mine, no man is allowed near you. Never let them do what I’ve done, do you understand?” he asked.
They were not the words he was going to speak. He was going to tell her to never let a man hurt her and to make sure she was ready before taking another man.
Holding her in his arms, Elijah kissed her head, offering her all the comfort he could give her. He was totally twisted inside, and yet all he wanted to do was love her. She was the first and only woman to ever make him care.
He fell asleep with Amber in his arms, but when he woke up she was gone.
****
Over the years he flitted in and out of Amber’s life until he met her at Club Kink when she was twenty-one years old and looking for a reason as to why she liked being dominated. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but over the course of the next four years, he pushed her away until she saw him trying to take on another sub. After that, Elijah tried to move on. Amber was too much of an addiction, and he was too far gone to let her slip through his fingers. Going back to his sister was an excuse. He was really going back for his woman, for his sweet Amber.
Chapter One
Amber Phelps smacked her head against her apartment door. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? She’d done everything in the rule book to get over him, and yet, here he was, still hassling her. What more did she have to do to prove to him she’d moved on?