Zulu, page 37
“Don’t fucking go there,” he warned, with barely contained anger. “I know who I am. I answered my nation’s call. I earned my Trident. I served with honor. I am that warrior. No one apologizes to me for my service to my country, you hear me?”
Oh, God. Tears of disgrace welled, and I nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded, grasping my throat again.
“I hear you.”
“Good. Then hear this as well.” Angling his impossibly huge, hard length, bringing my face a breath away from his, he gripped me hard and ground his hips. “I fucking see you, Parisa Bahar.”
His dominance and the friction my undoing, fire shot through my core, and I was back, right where I was when I straddled him.
My lips parted, and a sound I couldn’t contain escaped. Fighting to keep my head from falling back as my hips involuntarily bore down on him, I barely kept my gaze locked on his.
I knew what eye contact meant to him.
I knew it was the only way to get what I needed.
But I was terrified.
Terrified of what was happening, terrified of what wasn’t, terrified of living another single moment in this fear, in this in-between space that was nowhere.
I couldn’t stay here.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t live in that hole anymore.
I had to crawl out, and there was only one way.
With purpose.
“I’m not begging.” I was alive because of him. “I’m living with intent.” Now. Always. For the rest of my days. To honor him, to honor my grandmother, my mother, Ashraf, Levi. “I’m telling you what I need.” I was giving him the choice. I was offering him everything I had left. “I know what I want.” I stared into the same stark hazel eyes I had seen when I looked up from that death hole in the desert. “I want you.”
His nostrils flared, and for one suspended, heart-stopping moment, he didn’t move, he didn’t speak.
Despair hit, but I knew he was right. I was no longer the innocent woman who’d sailed off on the Solace. Hope fell, resignation bred, and I moved to get off his lap.
His hold on my throat tightened. “Stop.”
My pulse jumped, and my heart followed before pounding so hard I could hear it, but I heeded his command and went perfectly still.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Three…
Then, like the deepest part of the ocean, dark and depthless, his voice coated every inch of my shattered soul with the only brand of dominance I’d ever wanted. “Do you know what you’re asking for, Parisa?”
“Yes.” My core pulsed.
His hard length throbbed. “You’re lying.”
Indignity slipped down my cheeks, and I resorted to what he’d accused me of doing. I begged. “I need you.”
His chest rose and fell. His eyes bored into mine. “Not what I’m after.”
“I want you,” I amended.
“Then say it like you mean it,” he demanded.
My voice a desperate, hoarse rasp, I did exactly as he asked. “I want you.”
“Again.”
“I want you.”
“Again,” he barked angrily.
Humiliation slapped me across the face, but then a shocking, liberating freedom struck me so hard and fast, I didn’t know what I was saying until I shouted the one thing I wanted more than anything in this world. “Make me yours!”
His hands on my throat and my hip were lifting me with purpose as he issued an order. “Up on your knees.”
I’d barely kneeled on either side of his thick, muscular thighs when he yanked my chemise over my head with one hand and reached in his shorts with the other.
Cold air hit my already sensitized skin and pebbled my nipples into aching, hard need as he released his full length.
Gripping himself with one hand, my hip with the other, his fingers dug into my flesh as he rubbed the impossibly huge head of his erection through my slick heat.
A groan erupted from his chest as he released my hip only to grab the back of my neck and bring my face to his. His jaw ticking, his eyes dark, his expression so intense he looked angry, he made me a promise disguised as a warning. “I’m going to hurt you.”
“I know.” I was prepared for it. I needed it. I needed him. “I have to crawl out of that hole.” I had to feel alive.
His sharp inhale flared his nostrils and bared his teeth as he rubbed harder between my legs. “You’re not in that fucking hole anymore, Parisa.”
I’d never left it. “Make me feel you.”
His feral growl filed the entire penthouse as he coated himself one more time in my intent, making my core pulse with need so hard it hurt.
Then Zane Silas thrust into me.
Zulu
I slammed into her.
Shock then pain twisted her gorgeous face with a silent scream, and I knew.
Fuck, fuuuck. My head spun, and I almost lost it.
She was a virgin.
Goddamn, my Kitten was a virgin.
Tears erupted like an explosion, and her entire body shook. She dug her fingers into my shoulders then her silence fell to shit.
Her first cry let loose, and she fucking lost it.
“Nooo.” Her wail carrying through the penthouse, her cunt constricting around me, she broke down in sobs.
“Kitten.” Jesus fucking Christ. No way in hell was I pulling out. Not now. Not ever. “Embrace the pain.” She was never going to feel this again. Not over my dead body. “Know this is me taking you, making you mine. Only mine.” I fucking groaned, deep.
Crying harder, her thighs tensing, she lifted her hips to get off me, but sweet Jesus, her cunt—Christ, her cunt—it pulsed around me, trying to let me in.
“Breathe through it,” I commanded. “Let me in, beautiful.” Goddamn, no one else had ever taken her, and they were never fucking going to.
“No,” she sobbed.
Pulling back an inch, trying like hell not to come just from the sheer possessive mind-fuck that this woman was mine, all goddamn mine, I thrust back in. “Cry it out,” I ordered. “Feel that sweet fucking pain, beautiful.”
Choking on a sob, her body shaking, she squeezed her eyes shut, but her cunt came to life like a goddamn awakening.
“NO.” Fuck no. “You look at me when I’m inside you.”
Zero hesitation, submissive even in her pain and grief, she immediately gave me her gorgeous, dark, haunted eyes, but her voice broke. “This hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.” Christ, this woman was destroying me. “I took your virginity.”
A slew of fresh tears strangled her whisper and she begged. “Please, stop.”
My chest took a hit so fucking hard it blindsided me, but my sick cock didn’t give a damn. Growing harder, pulsing inside her, I gripped her throat and one of her thighs. “You wanted to feel pain. You wanted to feel real.” Thrusting deep and ruthless, I gripped her hard, and she cried out. “Now you have.”
“Okay, okay.” She wept. “Yes.” Sucking in a shuddering breath, she shook like a leaf. “I had to.” More tears fell. “I had to crawl out of the hole.”
I fucking got it. “You needed control.”
All at once, like a fucking switch, like I’d seen her do before, her chest rose with an inhale, her shoulders straightened, her shaking stilled, and her hands slid down my arms to grasp my wrists.
“Yes,” she whispered, giving me her unwavering, dark-eyed gaze.
The inexperienced woman on a boat that was too goddamn big for her, the exotic beauty trapped in a life she’d hated, the innocent submissive that’d curled around me in sleep—my Kitten—she was back.
And so goddamn beautiful.
“There she is.” I swiped the past from her face. “Hello, Kitten.”
Heat flushed across her tear-stained cheeks. “Zane.”
Fuck, I could hear her say my name while I sank inside her every damn day. “You took the pain. You ready to feel good now?”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“Say it,” I ordered.
She didn’t just say it. My Kitten begged, submissively. “Please make me feel good.”
My hand was moving up her thigh, and my thumb was on her clit before the last word left her mouth. “You ever come with a man before?” It wasn’t a question, it was a test. I’d let her off before, but now I wanted to get the words out of her. The right damn words.
Shy, innocent, her cunt so fucking tight around my cock, she barely nodded as her blush spread from her face to her chest.
“Words, Kitten,” I ordered, circling her clit once, hard and slow.
Flinching, sucking in a sharp breath, her fingers gripped my wrist hard as her eyes darted to my hand. She tried to pull me back, but her sweet cunt gave her away. She pulsed around me.
“What did I tell you?” Grasping her clit between my fingers, tightening my hold on her throat and lifting her head, I repeated myself. “Words, Kitten.”
Her pulse, her breath, they sped up and she shivered. “Yes…you.”
“Me, what?” I demanded.
“You made me come.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lush lips parted. Letting out a small gasp, she shivered again as I stroked her pinched clit.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Me. Only me.” I stroked her again, this time harder. “I’m the one who touches you. I’m the one who took your sweet cunt.” Leaning closer, I dragged my teeth across her ear then dropped my voice. “I’m the one who makes you come.”
“Zane,” she whispered, letting her head fall slack in my grip.
“Get used to saying my name.” I bit her ear then licked as goose bumps flashed across her neck. “Because you’re mine now, Kitten.” Thrusting deep, I bottomed out. “All. Mine.”
The raw, unfiltered sound that crawled up her throat and came from her sexy fucking mouth wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t all pain. It was sweet, goddamn victory.
But it was also something else.
Something that had me fucking salivating as my cock grew harder just thinking about it.
Her deepest desire, the craving she kept buried deep, hidden behind her bullshit manners and poise that’d been bred into her, she was keeping it locked up tight.
But I’d just found the goddamn key.
Fuck, I’d found it.
And I was going to set this woman free.
Every.
Submissive.
Inch.
My gaze intent on her, testing my theory, just to make sure I wasn’t misreading one damn thing, I thrust so fucking deep I hit her hard as I bottomed out against her womb again.
She fucking shook the same time she let loose with that feral kitten groan again.
Her real fucking groan of pleasure.
My little submissive liked it hard and deep.
My Kitten liked to feel me, really fucking feel me, when I took her.
That was my fucking key.
Territorial possessiveness hitting me like a fucking blast wave, I thrust hard past the innocence I’d taken from her. Wanting to make this woman mine in every way possible, I gave her one warning. “I’m coming inside you, Kitten.” So fucking deep. “And when you feel that first wave of my seed hitting your womb, you’re going to let go and fucking feel me.”
No inhibition, she groaned.
Thrusting harder, gripping her throat with intent, I looked deep into her gorgeous, dark eyes. “You’re going to feel me, and you’re going to come, but not until I tell you.” I thrust again, and her cunt started to constrict. “Wait.” I ground my hips. “Wait.” I drove in hard and ground my hips one last time, hitting her deep.
Then I turned her fucking key.
My cock pulsing harder than it ever had, I fucking exploded, shooting my release deep inside her. “NOW,” I demanded. “Give it to me.”
My submissive Kitten detonated, falling the fuck apart as I filled her with my seed. Body shaking, cunt constricting in hard pulse after hard pulse, tears fell down her face, but this time she wasn’t crying in fear.
She was fucking shattering because of me.
Wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight as aftershocks shook her sweet cunt and small body, my cock pulsed, and my control went to shit.
“Mine,” I growled.
“Yours,” she whispered in her sexy kitten voice.
Not letting go of her, keeping my cock buried deep, wanting my seed to stay the fuck inside her, my head spun up with everything I wanted from this woman, and I staggered to the edge.
Then she whispered five words. “I’m glad it was you.”
I fucking fell.
Hard.
Zulu
I woke up with my kitten in my arms and a sense of peace I hadn’t ever fucking felt. I also woke ready to sink inside her again, but I knew she’d be sore.
Brushing her hair aside as she stirred, I kissed her shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Turning in my arms, but curling into my chest, she looked up at me with her gorgeous, dark eyes and gave me her shy voice. “Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?” My cell vibrated on the dresser, where I’d left it last night, but I ignored it.
Color hit her cheeks. “Well, thank you.”
I winked as I smiled. “I’ll put up with those pretty little manners this morning, but later tonight, I’m going to make you forget them.”
Her blush intensified as her voice turned even shyer. “Okay.”
“That my kitten.” I kissed her.
Sweet and innocent, she kissed me back as my cell vibrated with another call.
Reluctantly ending the kiss, I touched my lips to her forehead. “I’m taking you somewhere this morning, so up you go. Throw some clothes on, no need for anything special. It’ll just be you and me.” Scooping her up, I lifted her out of the bed and set her on her feet as my cell rang for a third time.
“Someone is trying to get a hold of you.” Still shy being naked around me, she slid her slip dress thing over her head.
I didn’t bother with clothes as I walked to the dresser and picked up my cell.
Fucking Tomer. Third call.
Parisa looked at me.
Resigned, my eyes on her, I answered. “Tomer.”
“May I speak with her?” he clipped.
Fucking prick. “You can speak with me. What do you need?”
He paused, then he lost the attitude. “I would like to speak with her to apologize for the events that happened and ask if she is all right. I would also like to let her know we are en route to Miami as requested by you via a Mr. Christensen.”
“The latter she already knows. The former, I’m not putting her on the spot. I’ll let her know you called. If she’s ready to speak, she’ll call back.”
Kitten’s hand landed on my wrist, and she nodded.
I sighed. “It’s your lucky day, Tomer. She’ll take the call, but make it brief.” I held the phone away from my ear. “You sure?”
She nodded.
I put the call on speaker. “She’s on the line, Tomer.”
The fuck immediately launched into it. “Parisa, I wish to convey my upmost, sincere regret and apologies for the—”
“Isaiah, stop.” She cut him off like a boss, but then she really did me proud. “The past is the past, and no one except the parties responsible are at fault. I am grateful all of you are all right, but I am still processing the loss of Levi, and I would like to honor his last wishes, if you know what they are. Otherwise, we will leave the past events at just that, the past.”
“Of course.” Tomer cleared his throat. “We actually have Levi’s ashes on board. He did not have any family, but he expressed his last wishes were to be scattered at sea, no fanfare. If you prefer, we can wait till you are back on board and do as he wished.”
Kitten’s throat moved with a heavy swallow I knew all too well, then her voice quieted. “Please put Levi to rest as soon as possible.”
“Yes, madam, with honor.”
Blinking several times, my kitten composed herself. “Thank you. Lastly, if you are willing, please maintain your responsibilities as captain, and I will be in touch.”
“Of course, consider it done.”
“Thank you, Isaiah.”
“You are welcome. If I may, if you have one more moment, Raya is here, and she wishes to say hello to you.”
“Isaiah, I have to go, but please express—”
“Parisa!” The stewardess’s shrill voice came through the line. “Are you okay? Are you with that hot Navy SEAL who looks—”
“Raya, you are on speaker phone,” Kitten interrupted.
I fucking smiled. “Yes, she’s with her hot Navy SEAL.”
Raya laughed. “My apologies, Mr. Zulu.”
“None needed, but Parisa needs to go.” I stared at my exotic beauty. “She has plans today.”
“Oh, of course. Have a good day, you two. And we’re all looking forward to seeing you again!”
My Kitten’s voice quieted. “Thank you, Raya.”
Ending the call, I pulled her into my arms. “You good?”
She inhaled. Deep. “Yes.”
Releasing her only enough to tip her chin, I brought her eyes up to mine. “Like I said, strongest woman I know.”
Her cheek flushed. “That did not feel strong.”
“But it was, and I’m proud of you. And while we’re already neck-deep in the hard shit, I want to quickly discuss two things.” I didn’t give her time to think. “Baharian partnership. It’s still intact. You don’t have to make any decisions now, hell, never if you want, but I’ll handle it when or if you decide you want to dissolve it. Just know you’re safe, but also know, from here on out, if you’re not with me, you travel with an AES detail. Understood?”
Nodding slowly, she processed what I’d said before she replied. “Thank you, truly. I wish I had better words to describe my gratitude, but again, thank you. And yes, I would be more comfortable with someone from AES if I am not with you. As far as the partnership, I still want to dissolve it, but if I am being honest, I do not feel emotionally ready to deal with it yet.”
I asked, even though I’d already put shit in motion. “Are you sure you want to dissolve it?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Without a doubt.”
Oh, God. Tears of disgrace welled, and I nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded, grasping my throat again.
“I hear you.”
“Good. Then hear this as well.” Angling his impossibly huge, hard length, bringing my face a breath away from his, he gripped me hard and ground his hips. “I fucking see you, Parisa Bahar.”
His dominance and the friction my undoing, fire shot through my core, and I was back, right where I was when I straddled him.
My lips parted, and a sound I couldn’t contain escaped. Fighting to keep my head from falling back as my hips involuntarily bore down on him, I barely kept my gaze locked on his.
I knew what eye contact meant to him.
I knew it was the only way to get what I needed.
But I was terrified.
Terrified of what was happening, terrified of what wasn’t, terrified of living another single moment in this fear, in this in-between space that was nowhere.
I couldn’t stay here.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t live in that hole anymore.
I had to crawl out, and there was only one way.
With purpose.
“I’m not begging.” I was alive because of him. “I’m living with intent.” Now. Always. For the rest of my days. To honor him, to honor my grandmother, my mother, Ashraf, Levi. “I’m telling you what I need.” I was giving him the choice. I was offering him everything I had left. “I know what I want.” I stared into the same stark hazel eyes I had seen when I looked up from that death hole in the desert. “I want you.”
His nostrils flared, and for one suspended, heart-stopping moment, he didn’t move, he didn’t speak.
Despair hit, but I knew he was right. I was no longer the innocent woman who’d sailed off on the Solace. Hope fell, resignation bred, and I moved to get off his lap.
His hold on my throat tightened. “Stop.”
My pulse jumped, and my heart followed before pounding so hard I could hear it, but I heeded his command and went perfectly still.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Three…
Then, like the deepest part of the ocean, dark and depthless, his voice coated every inch of my shattered soul with the only brand of dominance I’d ever wanted. “Do you know what you’re asking for, Parisa?”
“Yes.” My core pulsed.
His hard length throbbed. “You’re lying.”
Indignity slipped down my cheeks, and I resorted to what he’d accused me of doing. I begged. “I need you.”
His chest rose and fell. His eyes bored into mine. “Not what I’m after.”
“I want you,” I amended.
“Then say it like you mean it,” he demanded.
My voice a desperate, hoarse rasp, I did exactly as he asked. “I want you.”
“Again.”
“I want you.”
“Again,” he barked angrily.
Humiliation slapped me across the face, but then a shocking, liberating freedom struck me so hard and fast, I didn’t know what I was saying until I shouted the one thing I wanted more than anything in this world. “Make me yours!”
His hands on my throat and my hip were lifting me with purpose as he issued an order. “Up on your knees.”
I’d barely kneeled on either side of his thick, muscular thighs when he yanked my chemise over my head with one hand and reached in his shorts with the other.
Cold air hit my already sensitized skin and pebbled my nipples into aching, hard need as he released his full length.
Gripping himself with one hand, my hip with the other, his fingers dug into my flesh as he rubbed the impossibly huge head of his erection through my slick heat.
A groan erupted from his chest as he released my hip only to grab the back of my neck and bring my face to his. His jaw ticking, his eyes dark, his expression so intense he looked angry, he made me a promise disguised as a warning. “I’m going to hurt you.”
“I know.” I was prepared for it. I needed it. I needed him. “I have to crawl out of that hole.” I had to feel alive.
His sharp inhale flared his nostrils and bared his teeth as he rubbed harder between my legs. “You’re not in that fucking hole anymore, Parisa.”
I’d never left it. “Make me feel you.”
His feral growl filed the entire penthouse as he coated himself one more time in my intent, making my core pulse with need so hard it hurt.
Then Zane Silas thrust into me.
Zulu
I slammed into her.
Shock then pain twisted her gorgeous face with a silent scream, and I knew.
Fuck, fuuuck. My head spun, and I almost lost it.
She was a virgin.
Goddamn, my Kitten was a virgin.
Tears erupted like an explosion, and her entire body shook. She dug her fingers into my shoulders then her silence fell to shit.
Her first cry let loose, and she fucking lost it.
“Nooo.” Her wail carrying through the penthouse, her cunt constricting around me, she broke down in sobs.
“Kitten.” Jesus fucking Christ. No way in hell was I pulling out. Not now. Not ever. “Embrace the pain.” She was never going to feel this again. Not over my dead body. “Know this is me taking you, making you mine. Only mine.” I fucking groaned, deep.
Crying harder, her thighs tensing, she lifted her hips to get off me, but sweet Jesus, her cunt—Christ, her cunt—it pulsed around me, trying to let me in.
“Breathe through it,” I commanded. “Let me in, beautiful.” Goddamn, no one else had ever taken her, and they were never fucking going to.
“No,” she sobbed.
Pulling back an inch, trying like hell not to come just from the sheer possessive mind-fuck that this woman was mine, all goddamn mine, I thrust back in. “Cry it out,” I ordered. “Feel that sweet fucking pain, beautiful.”
Choking on a sob, her body shaking, she squeezed her eyes shut, but her cunt came to life like a goddamn awakening.
“NO.” Fuck no. “You look at me when I’m inside you.”
Zero hesitation, submissive even in her pain and grief, she immediately gave me her gorgeous, dark, haunted eyes, but her voice broke. “This hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.” Christ, this woman was destroying me. “I took your virginity.”
A slew of fresh tears strangled her whisper and she begged. “Please, stop.”
My chest took a hit so fucking hard it blindsided me, but my sick cock didn’t give a damn. Growing harder, pulsing inside her, I gripped her throat and one of her thighs. “You wanted to feel pain. You wanted to feel real.” Thrusting deep and ruthless, I gripped her hard, and she cried out. “Now you have.”
“Okay, okay.” She wept. “Yes.” Sucking in a shuddering breath, she shook like a leaf. “I had to.” More tears fell. “I had to crawl out of the hole.”
I fucking got it. “You needed control.”
All at once, like a fucking switch, like I’d seen her do before, her chest rose with an inhale, her shoulders straightened, her shaking stilled, and her hands slid down my arms to grasp my wrists.
“Yes,” she whispered, giving me her unwavering, dark-eyed gaze.
The inexperienced woman on a boat that was too goddamn big for her, the exotic beauty trapped in a life she’d hated, the innocent submissive that’d curled around me in sleep—my Kitten—she was back.
And so goddamn beautiful.
“There she is.” I swiped the past from her face. “Hello, Kitten.”
Heat flushed across her tear-stained cheeks. “Zane.”
Fuck, I could hear her say my name while I sank inside her every damn day. “You took the pain. You ready to feel good now?”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“Say it,” I ordered.
She didn’t just say it. My Kitten begged, submissively. “Please make me feel good.”
My hand was moving up her thigh, and my thumb was on her clit before the last word left her mouth. “You ever come with a man before?” It wasn’t a question, it was a test. I’d let her off before, but now I wanted to get the words out of her. The right damn words.
Shy, innocent, her cunt so fucking tight around my cock, she barely nodded as her blush spread from her face to her chest.
“Words, Kitten,” I ordered, circling her clit once, hard and slow.
Flinching, sucking in a sharp breath, her fingers gripped my wrist hard as her eyes darted to my hand. She tried to pull me back, but her sweet cunt gave her away. She pulsed around me.
“What did I tell you?” Grasping her clit between my fingers, tightening my hold on her throat and lifting her head, I repeated myself. “Words, Kitten.”
Her pulse, her breath, they sped up and she shivered. “Yes…you.”
“Me, what?” I demanded.
“You made me come.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lush lips parted. Letting out a small gasp, she shivered again as I stroked her pinched clit.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Me. Only me.” I stroked her again, this time harder. “I’m the one who touches you. I’m the one who took your sweet cunt.” Leaning closer, I dragged my teeth across her ear then dropped my voice. “I’m the one who makes you come.”
“Zane,” she whispered, letting her head fall slack in my grip.
“Get used to saying my name.” I bit her ear then licked as goose bumps flashed across her neck. “Because you’re mine now, Kitten.” Thrusting deep, I bottomed out. “All. Mine.”
The raw, unfiltered sound that crawled up her throat and came from her sexy fucking mouth wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t all pain. It was sweet, goddamn victory.
But it was also something else.
Something that had me fucking salivating as my cock grew harder just thinking about it.
Her deepest desire, the craving she kept buried deep, hidden behind her bullshit manners and poise that’d been bred into her, she was keeping it locked up tight.
But I’d just found the goddamn key.
Fuck, I’d found it.
And I was going to set this woman free.
Every.
Submissive.
Inch.
My gaze intent on her, testing my theory, just to make sure I wasn’t misreading one damn thing, I thrust so fucking deep I hit her hard as I bottomed out against her womb again.
She fucking shook the same time she let loose with that feral kitten groan again.
Her real fucking groan of pleasure.
My little submissive liked it hard and deep.
My Kitten liked to feel me, really fucking feel me, when I took her.
That was my fucking key.
Territorial possessiveness hitting me like a fucking blast wave, I thrust hard past the innocence I’d taken from her. Wanting to make this woman mine in every way possible, I gave her one warning. “I’m coming inside you, Kitten.” So fucking deep. “And when you feel that first wave of my seed hitting your womb, you’re going to let go and fucking feel me.”
No inhibition, she groaned.
Thrusting harder, gripping her throat with intent, I looked deep into her gorgeous, dark eyes. “You’re going to feel me, and you’re going to come, but not until I tell you.” I thrust again, and her cunt started to constrict. “Wait.” I ground my hips. “Wait.” I drove in hard and ground my hips one last time, hitting her deep.
Then I turned her fucking key.
My cock pulsing harder than it ever had, I fucking exploded, shooting my release deep inside her. “NOW,” I demanded. “Give it to me.”
My submissive Kitten detonated, falling the fuck apart as I filled her with my seed. Body shaking, cunt constricting in hard pulse after hard pulse, tears fell down her face, but this time she wasn’t crying in fear.
She was fucking shattering because of me.
Wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight as aftershocks shook her sweet cunt and small body, my cock pulsed, and my control went to shit.
“Mine,” I growled.
“Yours,” she whispered in her sexy kitten voice.
Not letting go of her, keeping my cock buried deep, wanting my seed to stay the fuck inside her, my head spun up with everything I wanted from this woman, and I staggered to the edge.
Then she whispered five words. “I’m glad it was you.”
I fucking fell.
Hard.
Zulu
I woke up with my kitten in my arms and a sense of peace I hadn’t ever fucking felt. I also woke ready to sink inside her again, but I knew she’d be sore.
Brushing her hair aside as she stirred, I kissed her shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Turning in my arms, but curling into my chest, she looked up at me with her gorgeous, dark eyes and gave me her shy voice. “Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?” My cell vibrated on the dresser, where I’d left it last night, but I ignored it.
Color hit her cheeks. “Well, thank you.”
I winked as I smiled. “I’ll put up with those pretty little manners this morning, but later tonight, I’m going to make you forget them.”
Her blush intensified as her voice turned even shyer. “Okay.”
“That my kitten.” I kissed her.
Sweet and innocent, she kissed me back as my cell vibrated with another call.
Reluctantly ending the kiss, I touched my lips to her forehead. “I’m taking you somewhere this morning, so up you go. Throw some clothes on, no need for anything special. It’ll just be you and me.” Scooping her up, I lifted her out of the bed and set her on her feet as my cell rang for a third time.
“Someone is trying to get a hold of you.” Still shy being naked around me, she slid her slip dress thing over her head.
I didn’t bother with clothes as I walked to the dresser and picked up my cell.
Fucking Tomer. Third call.
Parisa looked at me.
Resigned, my eyes on her, I answered. “Tomer.”
“May I speak with her?” he clipped.
Fucking prick. “You can speak with me. What do you need?”
He paused, then he lost the attitude. “I would like to speak with her to apologize for the events that happened and ask if she is all right. I would also like to let her know we are en route to Miami as requested by you via a Mr. Christensen.”
“The latter she already knows. The former, I’m not putting her on the spot. I’ll let her know you called. If she’s ready to speak, she’ll call back.”
Kitten’s hand landed on my wrist, and she nodded.
I sighed. “It’s your lucky day, Tomer. She’ll take the call, but make it brief.” I held the phone away from my ear. “You sure?”
She nodded.
I put the call on speaker. “She’s on the line, Tomer.”
The fuck immediately launched into it. “Parisa, I wish to convey my upmost, sincere regret and apologies for the—”
“Isaiah, stop.” She cut him off like a boss, but then she really did me proud. “The past is the past, and no one except the parties responsible are at fault. I am grateful all of you are all right, but I am still processing the loss of Levi, and I would like to honor his last wishes, if you know what they are. Otherwise, we will leave the past events at just that, the past.”
“Of course.” Tomer cleared his throat. “We actually have Levi’s ashes on board. He did not have any family, but he expressed his last wishes were to be scattered at sea, no fanfare. If you prefer, we can wait till you are back on board and do as he wished.”
Kitten’s throat moved with a heavy swallow I knew all too well, then her voice quieted. “Please put Levi to rest as soon as possible.”
“Yes, madam, with honor.”
Blinking several times, my kitten composed herself. “Thank you. Lastly, if you are willing, please maintain your responsibilities as captain, and I will be in touch.”
“Of course, consider it done.”
“Thank you, Isaiah.”
“You are welcome. If I may, if you have one more moment, Raya is here, and she wishes to say hello to you.”
“Isaiah, I have to go, but please express—”
“Parisa!” The stewardess’s shrill voice came through the line. “Are you okay? Are you with that hot Navy SEAL who looks—”
“Raya, you are on speaker phone,” Kitten interrupted.
I fucking smiled. “Yes, she’s with her hot Navy SEAL.”
Raya laughed. “My apologies, Mr. Zulu.”
“None needed, but Parisa needs to go.” I stared at my exotic beauty. “She has plans today.”
“Oh, of course. Have a good day, you two. And we’re all looking forward to seeing you again!”
My Kitten’s voice quieted. “Thank you, Raya.”
Ending the call, I pulled her into my arms. “You good?”
She inhaled. Deep. “Yes.”
Releasing her only enough to tip her chin, I brought her eyes up to mine. “Like I said, strongest woman I know.”
Her cheek flushed. “That did not feel strong.”
“But it was, and I’m proud of you. And while we’re already neck-deep in the hard shit, I want to quickly discuss two things.” I didn’t give her time to think. “Baharian partnership. It’s still intact. You don’t have to make any decisions now, hell, never if you want, but I’ll handle it when or if you decide you want to dissolve it. Just know you’re safe, but also know, from here on out, if you’re not with me, you travel with an AES detail. Understood?”
Nodding slowly, she processed what I’d said before she replied. “Thank you, truly. I wish I had better words to describe my gratitude, but again, thank you. And yes, I would be more comfortable with someone from AES if I am not with you. As far as the partnership, I still want to dissolve it, but if I am being honest, I do not feel emotionally ready to deal with it yet.”
I asked, even though I’d already put shit in motion. “Are you sure you want to dissolve it?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Without a doubt.”
