Page 4 of Untamed Monster

“Why’d you stop?” they pouted. Pouted. What the fuck was I going to do with them?

“Because I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside your pretty hole, raindrop. I’m going to fill you up before I take you home with me.”

They groaned, swaying forward to press their forehead to my thigh. “Okay,” they mumbled. “Here or find a room?”

I released them, then stepped back. I wanted a room because when I finally split Rain open on my cock after months of patiently waiting for this moment, I wanted to see every bit of them. And I couldn’t see them that well in this tiny fucking closet.

“A room. You have exactly two minutes to find a room, strip, and be waiting for me on a bed,” I ordered. “I’ll find you easily, Rain.” I smirked. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

They shakily stood to their feet, and surprising me, they knocked my mask off. It hit the floor behind me, and then, Rain was pressing their mouth to mine in a hot kiss. My hands instantly palmed their backside, dragging their clothed cock against my bare one. Rain whimpered, their hands curling into my shirt.

“Go,” I growled against their lips. “Stop wasting my time, raindrop.”

They pouted again—and fuck, why was that so damn adorable—then turned and left the closet. Tucking my cock back away, I gave them the two minutes I promised, then I followed.

Tonight, I was taking what was mine, and Rain wasn’t getting out of it, even if they changed their mind about me halfway through.

I, Vargas mother fucking Dean, always got what I wanted. And I wanted—no, fucking needed—Rain Cordell.

Three

Rain

My heart was in my throat, thrumming fast and hard as I took off running from the closet. I looked both ways, trying to figure out which direction might have empty rooms, considering most had already been occupied when I’d been looking for Vargas.

Muttering a curse under my breath, I ran for the first door on the right, yanking it open and thankfully finding it empty.

Tonight was just my lucky fucking night, it seemed.

I slammed the door shut but didn’t lock it. I didn’t think a lock would keep a man like Vargas out, but I didn’t want to test his patience with me. He already seemed to be running on a short fuse, as it was.

Knowing the clock was quickly ticking down, I stripped out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile by the bed. My mask was tossed somewhere across the room, and I relished the cool air hitting my flushed cheeks. I was hot and a little sweaty, and it didn’t help that I now knew the man I’d been stalking had also been stalking me—for months, apparently.

My heart fluttered in my chest.

That shouldn’t make me as giddy as it did. I should be afraid that I’d become the target of Vargas’s obsession, especially knowing how dangerous the man was. But I couldn’t bring myself to care about what he was capable of. If Vargas chose to unalive me tonight, I was pretty sure I’d be sadder than I was afraid.

My life truly meant little to me. But Vargas? That monster was the center of my entire universe. I worshiped the ground he walked on. If he let me, I’d gladly serve him for the rest of my life. Be everything he could ever want or need.

The door to the room opened, and Vargas slipped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. He turned, easily finding me near the bed. My dick twitched when he cocked his head to the side, taking me in. I swallowed thickly at the predatory gleam in his eyes. He hadn’t bothered to put his mask back on, though it was clutched lightly between his fingertips.

“You’re not on the bed,” he said, his tone almost bored. But I knew well enough he was anything but. He just didn’t have to fake with me, so he wasn’t.

“Fuck. Sorry,” I hurried to say as I stepped backward until the backs of my legs hit the bed behind me. I quickly sat down, then scrambled back onto the mattress. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that part of his order. I was already fucking this up. He wasn’t going to want to keep me at this rate.

I knew from my time watching him that Vargas liked to be obeyed, and he sure as hell didn’t like asking twice.

“That’s more like it.” My cock jerked against my thigh when he flipped the lock, effectively stopping anyone from disturbing us. He tossed his mask down, then gripped the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, dropping it to the floor as well.

“Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, raindrop?” Vargas asked.

I licked my lips nervously as he slowly prowled closer. I felt a lot like a little bunny being hunted by a wolf. I didn’t stand a chance. Even if I wanted to back out—which I didn’t—there would be no escaping Vargas. Not now. He’d kept his distance long enough, and now, he was locked in.

“Pretty sure I might have an idea,” I responded.

He smirked, but there was nothing friendly about it. He wasn’t faking his humanity now. Now, he was just the monster he was comfortable being. He was being his true self, and I loved that he wasn’t trying to hide from me. I wanted Vargas as his authentic self and nothing less.

“We’ll see then, won’t we?” He pressed a knee into the mattress, then shoved my thighs apart. I trembled, then sucked in a sharp breath when he moved his broad shoulders between them, forcing them to remain apart on either side of his hips as he came to hover over me. “We don’t have lube, raindrop. This is going to hurt.”