Here is a sneak peak of Claimed for you! The following chapter is from Kayne's POV and will leave you begging to be claimed!!!
(Please Note Claimed is still in editing process so this may or may not have grammatical errors or typos & is subject to change before final edition is released)
(Please Note Claimed is still in editing process so this may or may not have grammatical errors or typos & is subject to change before final edition is released)
~*~* KAYNE *~*~
The door slams and I think I actually jump.
My dick is hard, my heart is hammering, and lips are tingling. That kiss was nothing but a fucking cock tease. Ellie and her monosyllables. I forgot how much I missed them— - although I’ll admit, I much prefer them when we’re having sex. I couldn't control myself with her standing there all sexy and doe-eyed and completely irresistible. I wasn't lying when I said I missed her every second of every day. It's been excruciating living without her. And now that she's here, under the same roof, she still feels just as unattainable as when we were apart. For now.
I hope.
Pray?
Okay, beg.
I rest my forehead against her door, silently pleading for her to come out. I contemplate going in, but I’ll give her space. I know that’s what she needs. Jett has been preaching it to me for almost a year. That's why I didn't pursue her sooner, even though I wanted to. Every single second, of every single day.
I sent the cupcakes to test the water, to see where her head was. Which, to my great disappointment, was nowhere near forgiving me, since she trashed them a nanosecond after she opened the box. How do I know that? I'm a black operative—, spying is what I do. And I've been spying on Ellie since the day she left me. I know everything there is to know about her, right down to her little boy toy.
I pace the bungalow so many times I think I wear through the hard wood floor. I have a drink, and then another. I take a piss, and then wait some more. I'm about to go mad, so I finally say fuck it and knock on her door.
"Ellie?"
No answer.
"Ellie?" I jiggle the door handle.
"I'll be out in a sec,." she yells. I wonder how long that is in girl time. I decide to call Matias and arrange for our ride. Here's hoping, right?
After I hang up with the butler, Ellie finally emerges. She's changed. No longer wearing the white little dress she arrived in. She's transformed into a dark angel. Her light brown hair is pulled back into a low ponytail and her eye makeup is heavy, but it's her dress that makes my jaw drop. It's a loose fitting, shiny material that drapes over her body. It almost reminds me of a piece of lingerie, something Jett would dress her in just to entice me. The black strings curving over her shoulders so thin, I could floss my teeth with them. I think she's trying to kill me.
"You look...amazing." Yes, I sound just like a love-struck fool, because that's exactly what I am; a man stupidly in love with a sultry little kitten who holds his beating heart in the palm of her hand.
"Thank you." She fidgets slightly.
There's a knock at the door a moment later.
"Our ride is here." I smile as genuinely as possible. Ellie exits first, brushing against me in the doorway. Her sweet smell is heady, and her contact makes me horny. Holy hell. This may just be the most trying night of my life. As Matias assists Ellie into the golf cart, I catch the hem of her dress riding up so far up it makes my cock kick.
Damn.
I climb in next to her, and my big body crowds her small frame in the back seat. Our legs touch and shoulders bump. Ellie folds her arms over her chest and crosses her legs, withdrawing into herself. Typical body language for someone who is clearly uncomfortable. I hate that I make her feel that way. I hate that she recoils and is anxious around me. But I'm not exactly sure how to fix It. Fix us. I'm sure if I were Jett, I would think of something clever to say, get her talking, have her laughing and be completely open by the time we sat down to dinner. But here is where I lack finesse. I know how to speak with my body, but words are more difficult.
"Where are we going anyway?" she asks as we pass bungalow after bungalow.
"I set up a private dinner. So we can talk."
Ironic. I know.
"Private?" The word dances warily on her tongue.
"Yes."
"Will there be a seat for me at this dinner or will I be dining between your knees?" she asks spitefully.
I can't stop my lip from twitching with amusement. God, I didn't realize how much I loved her fire until it was taken away from me. I glance at Matias., He is happily driving through the resort, not giving away if he heard Ellie's statement or not. If he did, he is smart not to acknowledge it. In response, I dip my head, bringing my mouth as close to her ear as possible. Ellie stiffens as I inhale her scent. "Tonight, you have a chair, but I'll never object to you dining between my knees."
I may be a desperate man, but I am still me, and the image of Ellie naked, kneeling, and taking food from my hand is enough to send me right into sexual orbit.
She glares at me with my face an inch away from hers. "Keep dreaming,." she spits. "I'll never kneel for you again." There's so much fight in in her voice, but there's also doubt, too. People often rebel against the things that make them vulnerable, while at the same time tempting them like sin. Maybe Ellie will never kneel for me again, and that's okay. I've made peace with that fact. Changing my ways is a sacrifice I'm willing to make. A year apart has altered so many things;, it's given me perspective and time to think. I have never wanted a woman the way I want Ellie. Never wanted to pursue a relationship or take that scary step of caring for another human being. I had no example to learn from, so what good would I have been at it? That's what I thought my whole life until I met Ellie—, until I was forced to care, to protect, to feel. And I don't want to give that up, because I as much as I believed I could live without love, in a second flat she proved me wrong. The moment she was put in danger, the moment there was a chance I could lose her forever. That single moment I knew I could be more. Give more. To her.
We pull up to a secluded part of the resort with a sandy pathway leading to the beach.
"When you said dinner, I was expecting a restaurant,." she says as she slips out of the golf cart. She stops short just before we step onto the sand.
"Ellie?"
"One sec." She puts her hand on my arm then pulls off the black stiletto heels from her feet. The ones that are as deadly as they are sexy.
My mind explodes with images of what I could do to her while wearing those shoes.
Behave.
We walk toward the water, around some palm trees, and through some light brush until we come to a clearing. There, tucked away, is our own private table, lit with white candles and pink paper lanterns dangling overhead. I can't take credit for the romantic setting, that's all Jett. I just told him to create something Ellie would love. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as we slowly approach the table. Her arms are still wrapped defensively around her upper body and the hem of her dress is rippling slightly in the wind.
"This is very nice,." she says once we're standing next to the table, and for the life of me I can't figure out what her melancholy tone is about.
"Shall we?" I pull out her chair, and Ellie sits. Then I take my seat adjacent to hers. The table is dressed with a white tablecloth, porcelain plates, and shiny silverware. The centerpiece is three multi-tiered cylinder vases with submerged orchids and candles floating on top. There are more orchids situated on the mirrored base and even some wrapped around our napkins, like holders. Ellie fiddles with hers, inspecting the delicate white flower that is just as beautiful as she is.
"Wine, Mademoiselle?" Matias appears with two bottles in his hands, pulling Ellie out of her wandering thoughts.
"Oh, yes. Red, please." She smiles. He pours her glass and then turns to me.
"The same." Before Matias is even done pouring my glass, Ellie has guzzled down half of her own.
"Easy there, killer. This night is going to be over for you before it even begins if you keep up that pace."
"Are you always going to be in the business of telling me what to do?"
I put my hands up in surrender. "I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. I was merely making an observation. If you want to get shitfaced, by all means do so. I'll hold your hair back while you puke."
"Would you?"
"Of course, I would. If you needed me, I'd be there.
She breathes heavily as she stares at me, like she's trying to kill me with just her pupils. Did I say something wrong?
I wait for her to speak, but it seems she has nothing to say. That unnerves me. "Ellie, what are you thinking?" I ask delicately. It feels like I’m suddenly walking over a field of landmines.
"I'm wondering why you brought me here."
"To dinner? We're both humans, we need to eat."
"That's not what I meant. Why did you beckon me to Tahiti?"
"You said you wanted to see paradise,." I answer honestly.
"I live in Hawaii,." she says flatly, placing her wine down and crossing her arms.
"Neutral ground?" I try again.
Ellie shakes her head sternly, completely unconvinced.
I huff. "Fine." She wants to do this, then we'll do this. "I brought you here to reclaim what's mine,." I tell her straight out.
Her jaw drops. "You still think I'm yours?"
"Not, think,." I correct her. "Know."
Ellie looks at me beyond irritated. Her mossy green eyes flashing with disbelief.
"I was never yours."
"Now, we both know that's not true." I take a sip of the pinot noir arrogantly.
Ellie's irritated expression morphs into anger.
"What do you want from me?"
I laugh, more to myself than at her. "What do I want?" I muse. "Probably too much."
"And what exactly is too much?"
"What did I want before?"
Ellie frowns. "My obedience, my submission, and my body."
"And your love,." I stipulate. "What I want most is your love. But what I want is irrelevant. It's what you're willing to give me that's important."
"Why should I give you anything?" The question sounds more sad and hurtful than anything.
I shrug. "Maybe you shouldn't. But I'm holding out hope that one day you might consider forgiving me and let what was happening between us continue into something more."
"More?" she says exasperated. This conversation is going beautifully. Exactly where I hoped. Right down the fucking toilet.
"Yes, more,." I continue.
"And what exactly would be more?"
"I already told you. Love."
"You use that word quite freely."
"It's because I know what I feel. And even though I'm terrified of it, I'm not going to run from it."
"You have no idea what fear is,." she replies bitterly.
"Of course, I do. I've lived in fear my whole life, and I caused it. I know exactly what fear is."
"No wonder you were so good at dishing it out."
"Do what you know,." I respond caustically, echoing a conversation we once had forever ago.
I can actually feel the rage radiating off Ellie. I don't mean to be so petulant, but when I feel threatened my defenses go up, especially when it comes to a woman, and Ellie is definitely gunning for me tonight.
I have to keep reminding myself that she's different from all the rest, that her anger is warranted, but I'm afraid it will consume her. Consume us.
"Ellie, I don't want to fight. I want to talk."
"About love?" she fumes. It's like that word is acid to her.
"That can be the first topic of conversation, and once we get that squared away, we can move on to a more titillating subject." I smile impishly, attempting to cut away from the disastrous turn our talk has taken.
"And what subject would that be?"
"Your body." I gulp down another mouthful of wine as Ellie shakes her head incredulously. I'm sure there are a boatload of other topics I could have picked, but I panicked.
"My body?" she repeats, gazing at me a shrewdly.
"Mmmm hmmmm."
"And what exactly would you do to my body if you had it?"
"So many wonderful things." I lick my bottom lip.
"Oh really?" She stands seductively and takes a sip of wine like she's trying to entice me. Which, she is.
"Would you pleasure it?" she asks holding the glass to her chest.
"Yes,." I answer looking up at her with only my eyes.
"How?" She places the wineglass down on the table and inches toward me.
"However you would let me."
"Would you lick me?" She crosses her legs all sultry like. I know what she's doing;, I'm not an idiot., I know when I'm being goaded. But at the moment, I just don't care.
"Yes." I drink her in—, every sexy, dangerous inch of her.
"Suck me?"
"Yes." I sweep my eyes over her five- foot- four frame.
"Finger me?"
"Yes."
"Fuck me?" she taunts, coming closer until our bodies are touching.
"Hell, yes." I look up, breathing heavy. "There isn't anything I want more."
"Would you spank me?" Her voice turns hard.
"Would you spank me until I cried? Beat me while I begged you to stop? Chain me to the bed and use me as you saw fit all while you lie to me. Make me think I actually mean something, when all I really am is a plaything?" she lashes out.
Hold up. She may be pissed, but I'm not going to let her believe things that just aren't true.
"You were never just a plaything,?" I growl, standing up so I tower over her. "You don't put your life on the line for a plaything. You don't risk six years of work, an entire household full of people, and your own fucking heart for a plaything. You may be angry with me Ellie, but I did what I did for a reason, and I would do it again without blinking an eye. Not only because I loved dominating you, but because you are here, standing in front of me, alive and mentally sound."
Something sparks in her eyes. Hatred maybe?
"Says you!" She picks up a glass of wine and throws it in my face, staining my white shirt red. Then she runs off.
"Ellie!" Goddamn it, I wipe my face with my hand. This is definitely not how I saw dinner going. I start to go after her, determined to throw her over my shoulder and spank some sense into her, but Jett's words ring in my ears stopping me from moving. She needs space.
Ughhhh! I punch the table, rattling the entire thing.
Can I just tell you how fucking over space I am.
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My dick is hard, my heart is hammering, and lips are tingling. That kiss was nothing but a fucking cock tease. Ellie and her monosyllables. I forgot how much I missed them— - although I’ll admit, I much prefer them when we’re having sex. I couldn't control myself with her standing there all sexy and doe-eyed and completely irresistible. I wasn't lying when I said I missed her every second of every day. It's been excruciating living without her. And now that she's here, under the same roof, she still feels just as unattainable as when we were apart. For now.
I hope.
Pray?
Okay, beg.
I rest my forehead against her door, silently pleading for her to come out. I contemplate going in, but I’ll give her space. I know that’s what she needs. Jett has been preaching it to me for almost a year. That's why I didn't pursue her sooner, even though I wanted to. Every single second, of every single day.
I sent the cupcakes to test the water, to see where her head was. Which, to my great disappointment, was nowhere near forgiving me, since she trashed them a nanosecond after she opened the box. How do I know that? I'm a black operative—, spying is what I do. And I've been spying on Ellie since the day she left me. I know everything there is to know about her, right down to her little boy toy.
I pace the bungalow so many times I think I wear through the hard wood floor. I have a drink, and then another. I take a piss, and then wait some more. I'm about to go mad, so I finally say fuck it and knock on her door.
"Ellie?"
No answer.
"Ellie?" I jiggle the door handle.
"I'll be out in a sec,." she yells. I wonder how long that is in girl time. I decide to call Matias and arrange for our ride. Here's hoping, right?
After I hang up with the butler, Ellie finally emerges. She's changed. No longer wearing the white little dress she arrived in. She's transformed into a dark angel. Her light brown hair is pulled back into a low ponytail and her eye makeup is heavy, but it's her dress that makes my jaw drop. It's a loose fitting, shiny material that drapes over her body. It almost reminds me of a piece of lingerie, something Jett would dress her in just to entice me. The black strings curving over her shoulders so thin, I could floss my teeth with them. I think she's trying to kill me.
"You look...amazing." Yes, I sound just like a love-struck fool, because that's exactly what I am; a man stupidly in love with a sultry little kitten who holds his beating heart in the palm of her hand.
"Thank you." She fidgets slightly.
There's a knock at the door a moment later.
"Our ride is here." I smile as genuinely as possible. Ellie exits first, brushing against me in the doorway. Her sweet smell is heady, and her contact makes me horny. Holy hell. This may just be the most trying night of my life. As Matias assists Ellie into the golf cart, I catch the hem of her dress riding up so far up it makes my cock kick.
Damn.
I climb in next to her, and my big body crowds her small frame in the back seat. Our legs touch and shoulders bump. Ellie folds her arms over her chest and crosses her legs, withdrawing into herself. Typical body language for someone who is clearly uncomfortable. I hate that I make her feel that way. I hate that she recoils and is anxious around me. But I'm not exactly sure how to fix It. Fix us. I'm sure if I were Jett, I would think of something clever to say, get her talking, have her laughing and be completely open by the time we sat down to dinner. But here is where I lack finesse. I know how to speak with my body, but words are more difficult.
"Where are we going anyway?" she asks as we pass bungalow after bungalow.
"I set up a private dinner. So we can talk."
Ironic. I know.
"Private?" The word dances warily on her tongue.
"Yes."
"Will there be a seat for me at this dinner or will I be dining between your knees?" she asks spitefully.
I can't stop my lip from twitching with amusement. God, I didn't realize how much I loved her fire until it was taken away from me. I glance at Matias., He is happily driving through the resort, not giving away if he heard Ellie's statement or not. If he did, he is smart not to acknowledge it. In response, I dip my head, bringing my mouth as close to her ear as possible. Ellie stiffens as I inhale her scent. "Tonight, you have a chair, but I'll never object to you dining between my knees."
I may be a desperate man, but I am still me, and the image of Ellie naked, kneeling, and taking food from my hand is enough to send me right into sexual orbit.
She glares at me with my face an inch away from hers. "Keep dreaming,." she spits. "I'll never kneel for you again." There's so much fight in in her voice, but there's also doubt, too. People often rebel against the things that make them vulnerable, while at the same time tempting them like sin. Maybe Ellie will never kneel for me again, and that's okay. I've made peace with that fact. Changing my ways is a sacrifice I'm willing to make. A year apart has altered so many things;, it's given me perspective and time to think. I have never wanted a woman the way I want Ellie. Never wanted to pursue a relationship or take that scary step of caring for another human being. I had no example to learn from, so what good would I have been at it? That's what I thought my whole life until I met Ellie—, until I was forced to care, to protect, to feel. And I don't want to give that up, because I as much as I believed I could live without love, in a second flat she proved me wrong. The moment she was put in danger, the moment there was a chance I could lose her forever. That single moment I knew I could be more. Give more. To her.
We pull up to a secluded part of the resort with a sandy pathway leading to the beach.
"When you said dinner, I was expecting a restaurant,." she says as she slips out of the golf cart. She stops short just before we step onto the sand.
"Ellie?"
"One sec." She puts her hand on my arm then pulls off the black stiletto heels from her feet. The ones that are as deadly as they are sexy.
My mind explodes with images of what I could do to her while wearing those shoes.
Behave.
We walk toward the water, around some palm trees, and through some light brush until we come to a clearing. There, tucked away, is our own private table, lit with white candles and pink paper lanterns dangling overhead. I can't take credit for the romantic setting, that's all Jett. I just told him to create something Ellie would love. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as we slowly approach the table. Her arms are still wrapped defensively around her upper body and the hem of her dress is rippling slightly in the wind.
"This is very nice,." she says once we're standing next to the table, and for the life of me I can't figure out what her melancholy tone is about.
"Shall we?" I pull out her chair, and Ellie sits. Then I take my seat adjacent to hers. The table is dressed with a white tablecloth, porcelain plates, and shiny silverware. The centerpiece is three multi-tiered cylinder vases with submerged orchids and candles floating on top. There are more orchids situated on the mirrored base and even some wrapped around our napkins, like holders. Ellie fiddles with hers, inspecting the delicate white flower that is just as beautiful as she is.
"Wine, Mademoiselle?" Matias appears with two bottles in his hands, pulling Ellie out of her wandering thoughts.
"Oh, yes. Red, please." She smiles. He pours her glass and then turns to me.
"The same." Before Matias is even done pouring my glass, Ellie has guzzled down half of her own.
"Easy there, killer. This night is going to be over for you before it even begins if you keep up that pace."
"Are you always going to be in the business of telling me what to do?"
I put my hands up in surrender. "I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. I was merely making an observation. If you want to get shitfaced, by all means do so. I'll hold your hair back while you puke."
"Would you?"
"Of course, I would. If you needed me, I'd be there.
She breathes heavily as she stares at me, like she's trying to kill me with just her pupils. Did I say something wrong?
I wait for her to speak, but it seems she has nothing to say. That unnerves me. "Ellie, what are you thinking?" I ask delicately. It feels like I’m suddenly walking over a field of landmines.
"I'm wondering why you brought me here."
"To dinner? We're both humans, we need to eat."
"That's not what I meant. Why did you beckon me to Tahiti?"
"You said you wanted to see paradise,." I answer honestly.
"I live in Hawaii,." she says flatly, placing her wine down and crossing her arms.
"Neutral ground?" I try again.
Ellie shakes her head sternly, completely unconvinced.
I huff. "Fine." She wants to do this, then we'll do this. "I brought you here to reclaim what's mine,." I tell her straight out.
Her jaw drops. "You still think I'm yours?"
"Not, think,." I correct her. "Know."
Ellie looks at me beyond irritated. Her mossy green eyes flashing with disbelief.
"I was never yours."
"Now, we both know that's not true." I take a sip of the pinot noir arrogantly.
Ellie's irritated expression morphs into anger.
"What do you want from me?"
I laugh, more to myself than at her. "What do I want?" I muse. "Probably too much."
"And what exactly is too much?"
"What did I want before?"
Ellie frowns. "My obedience, my submission, and my body."
"And your love,." I stipulate. "What I want most is your love. But what I want is irrelevant. It's what you're willing to give me that's important."
"Why should I give you anything?" The question sounds more sad and hurtful than anything.
I shrug. "Maybe you shouldn't. But I'm holding out hope that one day you might consider forgiving me and let what was happening between us continue into something more."
"More?" she says exasperated. This conversation is going beautifully. Exactly where I hoped. Right down the fucking toilet.
"Yes, more,." I continue.
"And what exactly would be more?"
"I already told you. Love."
"You use that word quite freely."
"It's because I know what I feel. And even though I'm terrified of it, I'm not going to run from it."
"You have no idea what fear is,." she replies bitterly.
"Of course, I do. I've lived in fear my whole life, and I caused it. I know exactly what fear is."
"No wonder you were so good at dishing it out."
"Do what you know,." I respond caustically, echoing a conversation we once had forever ago.
I can actually feel the rage radiating off Ellie. I don't mean to be so petulant, but when I feel threatened my defenses go up, especially when it comes to a woman, and Ellie is definitely gunning for me tonight.
I have to keep reminding myself that she's different from all the rest, that her anger is warranted, but I'm afraid it will consume her. Consume us.
"Ellie, I don't want to fight. I want to talk."
"About love?" she fumes. It's like that word is acid to her.
"That can be the first topic of conversation, and once we get that squared away, we can move on to a more titillating subject." I smile impishly, attempting to cut away from the disastrous turn our talk has taken.
"And what subject would that be?"
"Your body." I gulp down another mouthful of wine as Ellie shakes her head incredulously. I'm sure there are a boatload of other topics I could have picked, but I panicked.
"My body?" she repeats, gazing at me a shrewdly.
"Mmmm hmmmm."
"And what exactly would you do to my body if you had it?"
"So many wonderful things." I lick my bottom lip.
"Oh really?" She stands seductively and takes a sip of wine like she's trying to entice me. Which, she is.
"Would you pleasure it?" she asks holding the glass to her chest.
"Yes,." I answer looking up at her with only my eyes.
"How?" She places the wineglass down on the table and inches toward me.
"However you would let me."
"Would you lick me?" She crosses her legs all sultry like. I know what she's doing;, I'm not an idiot., I know when I'm being goaded. But at the moment, I just don't care.
"Yes." I drink her in—, every sexy, dangerous inch of her.
"Suck me?"
"Yes." I sweep my eyes over her five- foot- four frame.
"Finger me?"
"Yes."
"Fuck me?" she taunts, coming closer until our bodies are touching.
"Hell, yes." I look up, breathing heavy. "There isn't anything I want more."
"Would you spank me?" Her voice turns hard.
"Would you spank me until I cried? Beat me while I begged you to stop? Chain me to the bed and use me as you saw fit all while you lie to me. Make me think I actually mean something, when all I really am is a plaything?" she lashes out.
Hold up. She may be pissed, but I'm not going to let her believe things that just aren't true.
"You were never just a plaything,?" I growl, standing up so I tower over her. "You don't put your life on the line for a plaything. You don't risk six years of work, an entire household full of people, and your own fucking heart for a plaything. You may be angry with me Ellie, but I did what I did for a reason, and I would do it again without blinking an eye. Not only because I loved dominating you, but because you are here, standing in front of me, alive and mentally sound."
Something sparks in her eyes. Hatred maybe?
"Says you!" She picks up a glass of wine and throws it in my face, staining my white shirt red. Then she runs off.
"Ellie!" Goddamn it, I wipe my face with my hand. This is definitely not how I saw dinner going. I start to go after her, determined to throw her over my shoulder and spank some sense into her, but Jett's words ring in my ears stopping me from moving. She needs space.
Ughhhh! I punch the table, rattling the entire thing.
Can I just tell you how fucking over space I am.
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