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“Funny meeting you in here,” a deep, rough voice states as the door to the bathroom closes.
His voice makes me jump, and I think fast enough to cover my mouth and smother my scream. I watch as he flicks the lock on the bathroom door, trapping me inside with him. Fear fills my eyes as I stare at the large male in front of me. I know it’s impossible, but he seems so much taller than when we last parted. His muscles are a lot larger up close, and I can see how much time he spends working out. The tan of his skin helps his bright blue eyes stand out, the very eyes that have been locked on me since the second I turned around. His expression is guarded, but his eyes… he’s never been able to hide how he truly feels from me. I can see the anger, the passion, the fire.
He wants me.
He wants to punish me.
It should scare me, but it doesn’t. Already I can feel my pussy clenching thinking about how it felt the last night we were together. Ten years is a long time apart, but my body knows his.
I have no idea what he's doing here or why he came back to town. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be anywhere near here. If my father finds out, he will have him killed on the spot. I open my mouth over and over again to tell him to leave. To ask him why he is here. No sound comes out anytime I try to speak.
“If you’re going to hang your mouth open like that, I can think of some ways to use it. I promise we will both enjoy them.” His voice becomes deeper as he approaches me. When he stops in front of me, his hand reaches up and grazes my face before cupping my cheek. The touch is soft and gentle, completely opposite of the vibes he is giving me.
“I promised I would never leave you, Little Vixen.” He pushes my mouth closed before he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. “Did you think I wouldn’t come back for you? You’re mine, and I will never share you.” His eyes flash and darken with his possessive words.
Every part of my mind screams at me to say something, to pull away and leave. I can’t. My body is frozen to the spot, relishing, savoring every bit of his touch on my skin. I can try to fight it all I want, but my body knows it has always belonged to him. He was my high school sweetheart, my daughter's father, and the love of my life.
TWELVE
EMMA
His words ‘you’re mine, and I will never share you,’ play on repeat in my head as I stare at him. I thought he had forgotten about me. Left me to deal with my family alone because it got too much for him and he couldn’t see me hurt anymore.
When I saw him Friday night at the fight, I thought it was a fluke. That he didn’t realize what exactly the fight was about and that he would withdraw, ignore me, and stay far away. I was wrong.
So very, very wrong.
It’s clear he never stopped wanting me. With how close he is to me I can feel his hard cock pressing into my leg, begging me to pay attention to it and him. Without a thought, a small moan escapes my lips as I grind myself against him. When I realize what I did, my cheeks heat up, and I still immediately. Shame spreads through me. It’s like I’m a teen girl all over again, desperate for his attention, instead of the adult woman I am who should be yelling at him, raging at him for leaving without a word. Leaving me to raise our daughter all alone.
“Why are you here, Trevor? How are you here?” I finally manage to find my voice. It wavers with my words.
“I have questions.” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Questions you are going to answer.”
“Questions?” I stutter, shocked. He leaves, and yet he wants answers from me?
“Yes, Vixen. Questions.” His hand grips my hip as he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the bathroom counter. “First question, why are you still under your father's grasp?”
I shake my head trying to follow his train of thought. Why wouldn’t I still be in my father's grasp? I had and still have nowhere to go. I’m his property to do with as he chooses, like marrying me off.
“Why are you at the school, Trevor?” I question again. This time my voice rings out clearer than before. The fire I used to have back in high school broke through the carefully constructed walls I built to survive the last ten years.
“We’re getting there.” He bites my ear lobe. “Answer me, Baby.”
“Where else would I be?” I finally answer him. His hand on my waist slides my shirt up, slips it underneath and skims my ribs.
“Why didn’t you leave?” His fingers tighten around my side. I flinch slightly at the touch, my side still tender from my recent beating.
“Because-” I stutter before trying again. “Because I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.”
“Why?” He growls. His lips dip lower as he licks up the side of my neck, tasting me.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, trembling in his hold. I’m not scared of him. Not exactly, at least. I’m scared of how my body reacts when he’s close to me.
“I think you’re lying to me, Emma” His hand slides up, cupping my breast through the lace bra I had on. “Lace? Hmm? Did you think someone was going to see you without your shirt on?”
His eyes darken as he pulls back to look at me. That’s when I realize he is jealous. Trevor is actually jealous of the idea that someone else has touched me.
“Jealous, Trev?” I ask in a sultry voice.
