Rebel Fighter: A Rockport Security Romance, page 9
“No, he had meetings today and asked me to attend in his place.” My voice comes out nicer than I had expected.
“Such a shame.” He practically snarls in my ear. “I was so hoping to speak with him today. But I guess looking at a pretty thing like you will have to do. You did look breathtaking in that dress Friday night.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands at his words. Before I can respond, though, the teacher calls all of us into the room and asks that we stand at the front.
The rest of the morning passes in a blur. The teacher introduced each of us and then had us take seats next to our kids. We spent the morning sitting in on their lessons and seeing what they had been working on. The afternoon was to be spent with each parent talking about themselves and their job.
Quietly I sat beside Alexis while she learned and when she got stuck on a problem, I helped her with it. It was like being at home and helping her with her homework, but at least here at school, she didn’t complain about it. During breaks, she introduced me to her friends who all seemed super nice. They asked about having a sleepover coming up soon, and I told her we would have to see. We both knew the answer would be no but at least we were polite about seeing if it was possible. I caught a couple of the mom’s faces when we said it who knew the truth immediately, but they hid it quickly.
It wasn’t a secret that the Decloure family always kept to themselves. We only attended events that would provide good publicity for the family. Sleepovers and outings with friends were very few and far between. I never had a sleepover growing up, and by middle school, my friends just stopped asking.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper to Alexis before I excuse myself from the room.
Lunch was still about an hour away, but I really needed to use the restroom. I gave a small smile to the teacher before slipping out of the room and walking down the hall. I knew there was a bathroom down the hall and around the corner. There was also a closer restroom in the other direction, but I needed a second to stretch my legs. I remember the classroom chairs being so much larger than they are now.
No one is in the halls as it’s still class time so when I open the door to the restroom, I’m glad to see it empty. Wasting no time, I take care of business, and while I’m washing my hands, I sigh, letting out a deep breath I had been holding. It’s so hard keeping the persona of a big sister to Alexis. She almost slipped up once in class, but we quickly covered it up, and I don’t think anyone truly noticed what happened. I will definitely be letting her have an extra scoop or two of ice cream tonight even if I have to sneak it into her room.
“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.
I’m playing with fire. I know that, but I can’t stop myself. The longer I’m around him, the more the rebellious part of my soul that I’ve hidden for so long begs me to come out and play. Ten years is a long time to repress my wants, needs, and desires.
“Don’t play with me, Emma.” He snarls. “You won’t like what happens if you do.”
Feeling brave I reach up and cup the side of his face. Staring him in the eyes with a challenge, I answer. “You don’t scare me, Trevor. You never have.”
“You don’t know me anymore, Baby. I’m a very different man than the teenage boy who left.” He backs up, pulling me off the counter and spinning me around. He bends me over so my ass sticks out and I’m forced to look at our position in the mirror. He places my hands against the mirror. “Don’t move them.”
“I’ll always know you,” I whisper, holding my breath to see what he’d do next.
Trevor has always been the possessive, dominant type. You’d think that would be what I would run from considering the life I live but with him? I thrive when being forced under his submission. He still lets me have my fire and passion, but he also knows how to control it, tame it, and help me use it in more constructive ways.
Every place he touches me feels like I’m on fire. The fact that he has me in this position in the bathroom at the very school our daughter goes to should turn me off, but it doesn’t. I like being on display; the thought of almost being caught makes it hotter.
“Why are you in this school today?” His hands wrap around my waist as he undoes my belt, then the button and zipper on my pants.
When I don’t answer he slides my pants down and palms my ass before giving it a light swat. “I asked you a question, Little Vixen. You’d do well to answer it.”
“Parent’s day.” I moan when his hand swats my ass again because I didn’t answer fast enough.
“Are you a parent?” He pushes the strap of my thong to the side and rubs his finger along my slit.
I know he can tell how soaked I am. Every touch of his just turns me on more. My core throbs, aching for him to touch me harder. To help me find the release he’s already started to help build. I wiggle my hips back, trying to get friction from his fingers.
“Did I tell you that you could move?” He growls in my ear and bites my ear lobe. “Now, be a good girl and answer my question or I’m going to give you a pretty necklace so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I moan loudly at his words and push back against him. My eyes widen with want. He doesn’t mean an actual necklace. No, he means an imprint of his fingers on my neck. I want it, want him. I’ve always loved displaying his claim on me, and that clearly hasn’t changed still.
Because I don’t answer fast enough, his free hand wraps around my neck. His grip is tight enough to control me and cut off a small bit of my breathing but not enough to cause me to black out. No, it's just enough to cause me to cream around his fingers that have been gliding across my crease this whole time.
“Look at me, Little Vixen,” he commands when my eyes close.
Opening them, he meets my gaze in the mirror. My face is full of desire while he is a mix of desire and anger. It’s hot.
“Are. You. A. Parent?” He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me with every word. His hand around my throat tightens just a little bit more, causing my cunt to clench around his fingers.
Still, I don’t answer right away. I can’t. The things Trevor would do if he found out the truth. He wants to use me, claim me, fuck me. Fine. I’ll be everything he needs right now and then some. If he found out the truth about Alexis, he would burn the world down and make everyone involved pay.
Deep down there’s a part of me that wants that. A part that craves his darkness. It’s the same part of my soul that he used to feed way back then. That part didn’t have a nine-year-old daughter to protect.
Trevor would do everything to protect us. Keep both of us safe. It’s just my father and his allies are too powerful. Even for Trevor. I won’t risk him. Lying to him is the only way to keep all three of us safe.
“No,” I groan. My eyes flash as he sinks his fingers into me deeply and flicks them against my G-spot. The move makes my legs quiver, and I start to see stars.
“No,” he barks. “Bullshit. Who’s the little girl? I’ve seen her with you.”
“Sister,” I moan with his next thrust. My hands clutch at the mirror leaving marks. “Trevor, don’t stop!”
“I call bullshit.” He pulls his hand away and slaps my ass with it. “She may look like your twin, but her eyes aren’t yours. They are nothing like anyone in your family. Who does she belong to?”
He brings his hand down on my ass cheek three more times. Each time harder than the last. I know I’m going to have a red mark on it. After the last one, he starts to soothe the sting and massages it away.
“More,” I plead. I need to keep his attention off of Alexis. He can’t know. Not ever.
I see his eyes flash in anger and then desire before I hear his belt start to be undone. Next, I hear his zipper being pulled down before I feel his jeans falling and pooling around our ankles. His boxers join them right after.
Yes, this is what I wanted. What I needed. No one has touched me, fucked me since that last night together. I knew if I begged if I pushed him, he’d fuck me. His need to own me, possesses me, always outweighs the reason. Knowing it is coming, I still gasp the second his cock pushes through my folds and inside me.
“God, you’re so tight,” he moans, slowly thrusting inside before pulling back once more. He gives me a little time to adjust before he switches from a slow thrust to a rough hard fucking. He doesn’t hold back anymore, slamming into me over and over again. “Don’t scream,” he grunts, thrusting into me. His hand around my neck tightens a fraction more as his other hand reaches around in front and flicks my clit before he starts to rub roughly.
“Don’t stop, Trevor. Please,” I beg, moaning while I chase the release that’s right there. My eyes never leave his in the mirror as I watch him fuck me from behind. It’s hot, and I can see his concentration as he focuses on both of our pleasures. I can feel my orgasm coming on strong. I won’t last much longer with all his simulation, and he knows it. Two more deep thrusts and I’m a goner. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as my cunt quivers and clenches around his dick. I can hear the wetness between us from my orgasm.
After a few more deep drives, he stills holding himself inside me as his orgasm finally hits him and he comes inside me. “Be a good girl and keep all my cum inside you today.” He instructs as he pulls out from me. Some of our mixed cum begins to spill down my leg, but he grabs it with his finger and pushes it back inside me before helping to fix my thing and pull my pants back up.
Once he has me fully clothed, he takes care of himself before his arms come around me and he spins me to face him. Gone are the passion and desire. Once more it's anger and questions. Holding my breath, I wait to see what he is going to say.
I should feel dirty and disgusted at what we just did. Our first meeting should have been one where we talked and caught up on life. No, instead, it was us fucking in a public school bathroom and him using me, using my body to feel better. I loved every second of it, and I’m not ashamed.
“Not answering my question was the very answer that I needed, Emma.” He glares. His blue eyes darken and remind me of a storm. “That little girl is our daughter. One we made together. I will get you both out and protect you. No one touches my family, and that’s exactly what you both are.”
He turns to storm away from me, but thankfully my mind comes back to me before I let him get too far. “Trevor! No!” I shout, grabbing his bicep to pull him away from the door. “If my father finds out your back, Alexis and I will both pay for it. You can’t do anything. Withdraw from the fight. Please! Let me handle this and protect her.” I plead, tears streaming down my face now that the truth is out there.
Nine years of putting up with my father's hell to protect Alexis will be washed down the drain if Trevor intervenes. He has no idea what I’ve done for both of us to survive or what I will do to ensure that Alexis has a better and safer life than I ever have. If he gets involved, he will ruin everything for us.
“I’m a different person, Emma. A different man than the one who left you ten years ago. I can protect you, both of you.” He pulls his arm free from the hold and turns his icy stare at me.
The need for action, for revenge, is in his expression. He looks deadly, deadlier than I have ever seen him before. He’s right; he has changed. We both have. That doesn’t mean either change was for the better.
“I’ve protected her for the past nine years.” I shove against his chest. “We don’t need you to protect us.”
“The bruising along your ribs would say otherwise. I saw the way you flinched when I touched it.” He grasps both my wrists and holds them together in one hand. “I’m stronger, deadlier, and have a whole team behind me who will keep you both safe. Go back to class, get through the day, and wait to hear from me. Be ready to go at a second's notice when I tell you.”
His voice leaves no room for argument. I can see the hardness in his gaze. His mind is made up. It’s his way now. He’s done listening to me. Trevor got the answer he was seeking when I didn’t give him an answer. He played me the same way I thought I was playing him. I should have known better. The truth was bound to come out eventually now that he had returned. I just had hoped it wouldn’t have been so soon.
“I… We can’t.” I stutter, sobbing, trying to yank out of his hold.
“You can and you will, Emma. You and Alexis have always belonged by my side, and I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” He leans down to kiss me roughly before letting go of my wrists. In seconds, he has the door unlocked and leaves. Leaves me standing in the middle of the girls' bathroom, freshly fucked and crying.
How? How did my life get so fucked up?
