Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3) (7 page)

She needs no
encouragement because I know Cat loves anal as much as I do. Her ass
goes up in the air and she spreads her legs to give me access.

While I’m
horny enough I could happily drive into that snug hole, I take my
time with her. I make excellent use of the lube, pressing my thumb in
her ass while I stroke her clit softly with my other hand. By the
time her body starts shaking with an orgasm, I’ve got three
fingers in deep from behind and she couldn’t be more ready for
me.

She sighs deeply
with pleasure when I sink my cock in her ass. I bite the inside of my
cheek so that I focus on pain, and this is so I don’t
blow a nut right then and there.

And Christ…
I’m glad she just came because I’m not going to last long
at all. The gentleman in me has to remind myself that she’s
come numerous times tonight and it’s okay if I race quickly to
the end this time. Besides… I know she needs sleep.

The first swivel of
my hips against her has my balls already tingling. My hands go to her
hips. Latching onto her hard, I start a rhythmic thrust. Cat groans
and thrashes below me, which turns me on even more to know she loves
my dick in her ass. I squeeze my eyes shut and pump in and out, not
so hard I can hurt her, but quickly enough that my balls quickly pull
up tight with an unbelievable need to explode.

And I do…
quick and viciously inside of her, planting myself in deep so I can
fill her up from this end too.

Suddenly, my body
becomes utterly exhausted. The hours of fucking we’ve
just done becoming almost unbearably too much to comprehend. Cat’s
body sags underneath of me to the mattress, and I follow right along
with her. I immediately roll us to the side and wrap my warms around
her. She snuggles into me, wiggling her ass, which is still gripping
my dick inside of her.

I’m
content and well sated, and I wonder if when we both wake up
tomorrow, we’ll still want each other this way.

I’m
pretty sure I know the answer to that as far as I’m concerned,
but I have no clue how Cat feels.

Cat

Samuel’s
heavily lined face leers at me, hovers over me so close I can smell
his breath, which is sour from the rot of decaying teeth. His blue
eyes have a milk-like glaze over them because he’s mostly
blind, but they still see me clearly enough.

“
It’s
time to pay up, Catherine,” he sneers at me before letting out
a demented cackle of a laugh.

I roll hard to my
left, so fast that I dislodge something heavy lying across my
stomach, but it does nothing to hold me back. My terror-filled need
to get away from Samuel fuels me with a burst of adrenaline, and I
launch myself right out of the bed.

Straight onto my
knees… where they thud painfully, but then I’m
standing up and looking to bolt to the nearest door.

“Cat…
what’s wrong?” I hear from the bed. For a split instant,
I think it’s Samuel.

But then just as
quickly it registers…
that rich, deep voice… the smell of sex heavy in the air that
is definitely not Samuel’s rotten breath.

I spin back to the
bed and see the outline of Rand’s
body sitting up in the bed, then his legs are swinging over the edge.
I can’t see what he does, but I hear the snick of the lamp
switch as the room is bathed in a soft glow.

He stands, swiveling
his face to look at me. It’s
filled with concern, even as he’s walking around the bed to me
as he repeats. “What’s wrong?”

My hand comes up,
resting over my chest, and I can feel the mad pounding as I realize I
must have been having a dream. I try to force myself to calm down,
thinking of Samuel’s
body lying in his casket so that I remember he’s dead and can’t
hurt me anymore.

Rand’s
large hands come to my shoulders, feeling steady and comfortable as
they hold me. He’s completely naked, yet I don’t really
see that right now. All I see are his blond lashes framing those
green eyes, which are filled with worry for me.

For
me
.

I’m
almost lost as to what to say to him because no one ever worries
about me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone in my life
ask me “what’s wrong”. Maybe a teacher, but I
really can’t recall a specific instance. Certainly not my
mother. Don’t know my father. And definitely never Samuel.

No close friends who
fretted over my feelings or safety.

Not even co-workers
where I danced in Vegas had ever asked me if something was wrong.

Not one person in my
life cared enough, and yet here Rand stands before me, holding me
steady and asking me a very simple question.

What’s
wrong?

“I had a
nightmare about Samuel,” I say, my voice hoarse with sleep, but
I’m pleased that it’s steady with the truth.

Rand’s
eyes get soft with understanding. Before I know what’s
happening, he’s picking me up in his arms, depositing me back
into bed and crawling in behind me. We lay on our sides, facing each
other, and he puts an arm around my waist to pull me in closer to
him.

“Want to tell
me about it?” he asks, his gentle voice putting me at ease.

“I think I
do,” I murmur, tilting my head back so I can look at him.

He surprises me by
giving me a kiss. Not a sexual kiss but just a sweet one that
validates he’s
here to listen and support me. “Lay it on me, Cat. I’ve
got you.”

And he does. For the
moment anyway. Eyes shining with support and a steady arm around my
waist. This man who has been nothing in the past to me but a mindless
fuck has very quickly become perhaps the nicest person I’ve
ever encountered.

So I barely stumble
over my words when I tell him why Samuel visits me in my dreams. “My
husband never had sex with me. Not once in the time we dated, nor in
the time we were married.”

Rand blinks at me in
surprise. “Come
again?”

I know why he’s
surprised. Who in the world didn’t look at Samuel and me
together and not whisper to their friend with judgmental looks,
“Well… we know why he married her.”

Everyone thought
Samuel pulled me away from topless dancing so that he could have a
beautiful young wife who would fuck him day and night and that
perhaps he’d
regain his youth that way. He was certainly rich enough to get any
beauty he wanted, and he was powerful enough in Vegas that no one
would dare laugh in his face over the disparity in age.

But that’s
not the way it was with Samuel. So I try to explain him to Rand. “I
thought when he asked me to marry him that he wanted a conventional
marriage. I mean… don’t get me wrong… I didn’t
love him and his money enticed me. I was tired of taking my top off
and having men stick their grubby hands down my panties when they
tipped me. I saw his mansion and imagined myself living there. I swam
in the designer clothes and expensive jewelry he bought me while we
dated. I thought I knew what he wanted in return. In exchange for him
giving me a stable life, I’d be a wife to him in every way, and
I was prepared to do that. But he never did anything more when we
were dating other than give me kisses on my cheek and hold my hand. I
thought he was old fashioned and sweet. It was charming to me.”

I stop for a moment,
trying to gauge the look on Rand’s
face, because I can’t begin to imagine what he’s
thinking. But he clues me in quick enough when he says, “You
were trying to survive life.”

I lower my gaze and
can’t
help the tiny smile that comes to me… because he gets it. He
understands me without even knowing me.

“I left home
not long after I’d turned seventeen. Mom was a bitch—an
entire story unto itself I’ll tell you about some time. Lived
on the streets for a while, practically starved to death at times. I
learned to hustle and dealt some petty drugs to put food in my
stomach. Gave a blow job or two so I could crash on someone’s
couch rather than sleep outside.”

“Cat…
you were surviving,” Rand says, arm loosening from my waist and
his hand coming to my hip where he gives it a squeeze.

“Yes, but with
Samuel, it was different. It wasn’t just survival. I saw a way
to better my life.”

“You did what
a lot of women in your position would do,” he says, his tone
matter-of-fact.

“I married
him,” I agree. “And after he put that ring on my finger,
he made my life a living hell.”

Rand’s
body stiffens and his fingers dig into my hip a bit. It doesn’t
hurt, but it tells me he’s immediately on edge, so I bring my
hand to his chest and lay it over his heart, stroking his skin with
my thumb. Then, I proceed to tell him what a monster Samuel was.

“At first, he
didn’t do anything. For a few weeks, he sort of ignored me. I
moved into his house and had my own room. I started to think that
perhaps he was nervous to be with me, or maybe even had physical
problems and couldn’t, but he was never around for me to talk
to about it. And then… well, I got comfortable living a
solitary but rich life. I had my own credit cards and could shop
whenever I wanted to. I spent hours in spas and salons, having
everyone cater to the hotelier Samuel Vaughn’s new wife. I
thought that was the way my life would be, and I was really okay with
that. I mean… Samuel was old and I wasn’t looking
forward to those duties as a wife even though I was prepared to do it
if he wanted.”

“Yeah, I could
never imagine you and him together,” Rand says with a
thoughtful smile.

I give a small laugh
in agreement, but he won’t
be smiling for much longer. “One day, Samuel sent word to me
from his assistant that he was having a business dinner at the house
and wanted me to join him. I thought it was awesome. Boredom was
getting to me. I thought I could at least be a wife to Samuel in some
ways by letting him show me off to people he wanted to impress.”

“I get the
feeling this is going somewhere I’m not going to like,”
Rand says hesitantly. He knows it’s bad if I have nightmares
about Samuel, and it is bad. Best to rip the band-aid off and all.

“When I walked
into the dining room that night, it became clear pretty quickly that
I was what was being served on the menu. There were five of them…
all business associates, I think. I heard bits and pieces of
conversation while they were all fucking me that led me to believe
that. My husband conducted business right there in the dining room
while those men took turns with me. He watched from the end of the
table and egged them on, encouraging them to do whatever they wanted
to me.”

“Son of a
fucking bitch,” Rand growls as he rears upward. My hand
immediately goes to his shoulder, and I push him back down.

“You need to
listen so I can get this all out,” I urge him gently.

“That fucking
bastard prostituted his own wife out as a business incentive?”
he demands furiously.

“He
prostituted me out to
anyone
he wanted a favor from,”
I clarify, and his eyes go darker with rage. “He once didn’t
have cash on hand to tip a driver he hired to take us to the airport,
so he had me suck the driver’s dick in payment.”

“What the
fuck?” he hisses and again tries to sit up in the bed. I try to
hold him back, but he’s stronger. Besides, I don’t think
this conversation lends itself to snuggling so we both come up into
sitting positions. He turns to me and braces himself with one arm on
the mattress. His other reaches out, touching the tips of his fingers
to my jaw as he whispers. “I’m so sorry, Cat. No man
should ever do that a woman, much less his wife.”

I give a little
shrug and try to make light of it. “It
didn’t happen all the time. I tried to reason to myself that it
was what I needed to do for this ‘so-called’ better life
I wanted.”

Rand’s
fingers slide from my jaw, past my ear, and then curve around the
back of my neck. He pulls me a little closer to him and looks at me
intently. “The Silo… that wasn’t something you
wanted, was it?”

And yes…
Rand doesn’t know me all that well, but he does get me. “The
Silo is complicated for me, but no… joining was all Samuel’s
idea. Like I said, he didn’t let his friends and associates
have me all that often, and what I came to quickly realize was that
Samuel got off on watching me debased. Sure… it garnered him
favor with his friends, but really… he gave me to those men
because he liked watching me suffer.”

“The Silo…
you mostly did gang bangs,” Rand mutters as his gaze drifts a
bit to the side in contemplation. “We all thought… I
mean… we just assumed that was your thing. You liked multiple
guys. But it was Samuel who insisted on it.”

“Yes,” I
say simply.

His eyes come back
to me filled with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he whispers
hoarsely. “I wouldn’t have… I don’t think
anyone there would have done that to you if we knew you didn’t
like it.”

I can’t
stand to see him feel guilt over something he had absolutely no
knowledge of, so I need to make sure he understands that nothing
about me is simple. “Rand… you couldn’t have
known. No one did. And like I said… it’s complicated.
There was a part of me, deep down inside, that sometimes liked what
was being done to me. Sometimes, I’d be getting drilled by one
man with another one waiting and I’d look at Samuel… and
rather than see that smug satisfaction on his face, I’d
sometimes see a kernel of jealousy. Another man was fucking his wife
while he couldn’t. He’d sit there, limp dicked and unable
to get off on the spectacle, and I swear to God, Rand… I’m
not sure if it makes me a monster or what, but that would make me get
off. Thinking of that sadist suffering while I was getting fucked raw
would give me mind-blowing orgasms.”

“Jesus
Christ,” Rand growls again, and then he’s pulling me
roughly into his arms. He wraps himself around me, pressing me into
his chest.