Bought for Christmas (4 page)

Just
like the day her world had changed forever and she had lost the last of the
respect for her father she’d clung onto, Papa stood in the doorway to his
study, Leo at his side. Both men scowled at Hunter. Dressed in another of his
tailor-made suits, Hunter looked good enough to eat. The heated approval in his
amber eyes, as he let his gaze slowly sweep up from the tips of her toes, all
the way along her body until he reached her face, meant Emilia had to grab the
banister for support. The descent down those stairs seemed an insurmountable
obstacle all of a sudden, and Emilia pulled a breath into her oxygen starved
lungs when he smiled and inclined his head.

“You
look stunning, kitten.”

His
voice dropped as he spoke, taking on that delicious growl that meant she
clamped her thighs together to stop the gush of her juices slipping past her
pussy lips. She would die of embarrassment if it became that obvious how much
she wanted this.
Needed it, even.

Jenny
descended down the stairs before her, and Hunter gestured to the front door.

“Will
you please put that in the boot of my car, Jenny? It’s open.”

Jenny
hurried to comply, and somehow Emilia made it down those stairs in one piece.

“Make
sure you keep to your part of this, girl,” her father said, and Emilia froze on
the bottom step. Hunter growled low in his throat, and both her father and
brother paled and took several steps back, and threw him worried glances.

“I’m
here, aren’t I?” Emilia forced the words past her parched lips, and bit back
the emotion clogging her throat. She would not cry. She would not. Once she did
this, she would never have to come back here. Let them both rot in their stink.
She had a life to live, and if either one of them had showed the slightest bit
of remorse she would have reconsidered that decision, but the opposite had been
true. Her father had lamented on it being her duty to help out the family, and
she could finally earn her keep. That had stung the most, as though she hadn’t
done her best to support them all this time.
As though he had
ever lifted a finger to help her achieve her dreams.
Far
from it.
When she had refused to marry the suitor he wanted her to in an
effort to marry into old money, he had washed his hands off her.

Mama,
at least had been on her side, and had encouraged her to go university instead
and obtain her midwifery degree, but her mother had never openly defied her
husband.

Leo
had avoided Emilia never once looking at her, and her brother just kept
reiterating the fact that this wasn’t his fault. She squared her shoulders, and
took the last step until she stood in front of Hunter. As usual his heat drew
her in. Mixed with the hint of spicy aftershave and virile man it sent longing
through her veins. She would do her utmost to please him this weekend, and in
turn would be able to forget about her worries.

“Ready, kitten?”

She
nodded not trusting her voice to work, and he cupped her chin to make her look
at him. His calloused
fingertips stroked her skin and left tingles
of awareness in their place, as she fell further under his spell.

“If
you’re having second thoughts, then now is the time to voice them. I shan’t
hold them against you.”

Leo
swore and her father huffed in the background, but she paid them no heed.

“No,
second thoughts, Sir,” she said, and his smile of approval chased the last of
her misgivings away.

“Good
girl, then let’s go.”

****

Hunter
damn well nearly swallowed his tongue. To see her standing before him, head
bowed, hands clasped behind her back had made him hard enough to pound
concrete. He had taken a chance letting her know in explicit detail what he
expected of her this weekend, and her written responses had taken his breath
away. It was clear from her list of limits that she had some experience in the
lifestyle, and to see her having followed his instructions seemingly to the letter
made him slip into full Dom mode.

Whatever
else happened this weekend, he had her signature on their contract. She was his
to do with as he pleased, and barring her using her
safeword
,
he would push her to her very limits.

Emilia
turned on the doorstep and looked back at her father and brother, lips set in a
tight line that made his gut churn, and got his bear into fighting mode. His
beast would like nothing more than to tear those two men to shreds. They should
have stopped this. Should have protected her honor, business be damned.
Instead, they had thrown her to the proverbial wolves. It would have been quite
literally so, had Hunter not intervened in that card game. Jason Lavender had
goaded Leo into putting his sister on the table. There was no way Hunter could
have stood back and let that wolf get his claws into Emilia. She was his,
always would be, and if even if she rejected him, he would look after her from afar.
No fucking way was another shifter going to get as much as a sniff of her.

“Good
bye and Merry Christmas.” Emilia’s softly spoken words tore a hole in his gut,
and he grasped her by the elbow to steer her outside. Her father, at least,
looked as though he was going to say something, but Leo simply looked bored,
turned on his heel and went back into his father’s study. When this was all
over and done with, Hunter would have to sit that pup down and pummel some
sense into him, if need be. Had he been lucky enough to have a sister who loved
him he would have moved heaven and earth to keep her safe.

“Emilia,
wait.”

She
froze, and Hunter let go of her, as her father stepped up behind them.

Robert
Duncan glanced up at Hunter, and then raised his hand as though to touch his
daughter, but he let it fall back down to his side and stared at the floor.

“Know
this. If there was a different way…”

Hunter
crunched his teeth and swallowed his bear’s growl. Sadness enveloped his girl,
and he drew her back against him with one arm round her waist. Emilia trembled,
and he willed her to be strong.
If she backed out now…

“Surely
what you mean is if Leo wasn’t a drug head, and you had the guts to see him for
what he truly was this never would have happened, right?”

Duncan’s
head shot up, and he glared at his only daughter.

“Leo
is not—”

“Spare
me, Papa. I tried, I really did, but you’ve always preferred him and are blind
to his faults.
Which is fine.
I’m used to it after
all, but Leo needs help. Not pampering. He’s an accident or overdose waiting to
happen. Do something right and get him the help he needs. That’s what Mama
would have wanted.”

Tears
welled up in her father’s eyes, and Hunter cleared his throat. Annalisa would
be so fucking proud of her daughter right now.

“Leave
your mother out of this.”

“Why?”
Emilia asked, and Duncan shook his head. “She’s always with us, and you know
this is not what she would have wanted. You’ve changed, Papa, since she died,
and I get that. I miss her, too … so much.” Emilia voice choked up with emotion,
and Hunter pulled her closer into him still and dropped a kiss on her hair.

“She
would have wanted us to carry on living, though, and you’re not doing that.
If you do one thing this Christmas, then do that for me, please.”

Duncan
opened his mouth to say something, but Hunter shut him down.

“Enough of this.
Let’s get you
out of here, kitten, unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“No,
Sir, I haven’t. Please, just let’s go.”

A
shiver went through her when the ice cold blast of air hit them the minute they
stepped outside. It looked as though the weather forecast was right for a
change. They might get a white Christmas yet.

“It’s
warm in the car, kitten. Let’s get you in there.”

Emilia
didn’t say anything, just let him steer her around the car, open the door, and
guide her to her seat. He clipped her seat belt on for her, and frowned when
she still didn’t respond.

She
stayed quiet and silent, as he drove away from her father’s house. Negotiating
the busy roads took up his attention, but when they joined the motorway to take
them up north, and she still hadn’t said anything, he knew he had to do
something. He set the car to cruise control, and reached inside his trouser
pocket to finger the remote to the vibrating egg she ought to be wearing. Time
to see how closely she had followed his instructions…

He
flicked the control on and grinned when Emilia jerked and sat up straighter. He
slowly increased the vibrations until she grasped the dashboard. Beads of
perspiration broke out on her skin, and her breathing grew erratic as she threw
him a glance.

“You
have no idea how much it pleases me to see you’ve followed my instructions.
Such a good girl, but you won’t come without my permission, will you?”

“No, Sir … I … oh.”

Emilia
squirmed and panted, as he increased the vibrations to maximum for a few
seconds before he dropped them back down again. Eyes closed, lips open, she
hung onto the dashboard with white knuckled fists and groaned, and he chuckled
to himself. She would be beautiful when she came, but not yet.
Time to notch up the stakes a bit.

The
traffic slowed, and Hunter took over the controls of his car again, leaving the
egg to vibrate at just the right setting to keep his girl on the edge. He
stopped right beside a lorry, as the traffic ground to a halt, and he increased
the vibrations again.

Emilia’s
little mewls were music to his ears, and he adjusted his throbbing dick with
one hand while he kept her on the edge of painful arousal.

“Pull
your skirt up and let me see how wet you are, kitten.”

Emilia
groaned and shook her head, and he yanked that dial up to maximum again. She
jumped and whimpered, the fine sheen of arousal covering her skin, as the
vibrations no doubt threatened to push her over the edge.

“No
coming without my permission, girl, and look at me.”

Her
eyes flew open, their usual bright greenish blue darkened by her dilated
pupils.

“Please
… Sir … he’ll see.”

Hunter
knew without asking who he meant. As it happened the lorry driver wasn’t
looking their way, but should he choose to look down he would have a front view
seat of his girl squirming.

“So,
you better give him a show then, won’t you?” Hunter smirked at her outraged
gasp that turned into a full blown moan when he reached across and ran his
fingers through her wet slit.

“Hmm, such a naughty girl.
If you leave a
stain on these seats you’ll be cleaning them, kitten.” He flicked her clit, and
Emilia went rigid.

“God,
please … I need to come, please…”

Oh
she pleaded so prettily, his balls drew tight, and Hunter was in danger of
making a mess of his own. He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, and he
knew his bear was showing in his eyes, when he grasped her hair and pulled.

She
went limp, and her mouth formed into a silent “O” when he yanked the dial up to
maximum again and pulled her skirt up with his free hand.

“Come
for me now, kitten, and I want to hear you.”

Emilia
didn’t disappoint. Hips bucking, she threw her head back and moaned her orgasm,
and Hunter’s beast damn near salivated at the sight of her glistening, puffy,
pink cunt.

“Open
your legs more. Let me see my pussy.” He growled the demand, and his claws ran
out, not that Emilia seemed to notice, as she hastily complied.

Seeing
her little
hole
clench in desperate need as she came
hard had him transfixed. Her musk filled the air and sent his beast wild. Not
caring of their audience Hunter bent down to taste
her,
and Emilia jerked and buried her hands in his hair as she gushed into his
waiting mouth.

Fuck,
she tasted divine. A loud toot brought him out of his sexual daze, and he straightened
and wiped his mouth glistening in her juices.

Emilia
groaned and hastily pulled the hem of her dress down, cheeks flaming as it
seemed to dawn her that they were holding up the traffic, and she had just come
rather noisily in the slow lane of the M1.

“God,
I never…”

She
didn’t carry on with that sentence, just buried her head in her hands, and
Hunter laughed.

“That
was one. There’ll be another one every time we crawl to a stop again, kitten.”

Chapter Four

Emilia
jerked awake when the engine shut off and braced herself for the onslaught on
her senses that never came. True to his word Hunter had forced her to come
every time they got caught up in traffic, and once in the middle of the service
station when they’d stopped for a bite to eat.

How
she’d managed to walk out of there afterward she would never know. Hunter
reached across to undo her seat belt, and she flinched when he pulled the hem
of her dress up.