Free WRECKER by Sasha Gold

ass.”
    “Maybe I should scream again,” she grumbled.
    He smacked her bottom and set her down. She backed away from him but he ignored her, shutting the bedroom door, and locking it. She looked around the bedroom. Candles lined the mantle, sending flickering shadows across the room.
    The space between them hummed with a different energy. The look in his eyes was no longer playful, or gentle. It was possessive, angry and protective all at once.
    “What’s going on?” she whispered.
    “I made two calls. One to Darryl, the owner of the cabaret. He told me he planned to fire Trey anyway. He’d heard from clients about the pimping, and that Trey was trying to sell the rights to you to the highest bidder, since you were a virgin, and they don’t see a lot of virgins at the club.”
    She shook her head. It couldn’t be true. Things like that didn’t happen in small towns. Not in her small town, anyway.
    “You’re scaring me, Theo.”
    “You’re safe with me. If anyone wants you they’ll have to come through me. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re off the market. That was the second call I made, to make it one hundred percent clear to everyone in town you’re not a virgin anymore. That you belong to me.”
    A breathless laugh escaped her lips and she backed away from him. “What are you talking about?”
    He crossed the room and cupped her shoulders, pulling her close. “I had Millie write up our wedding announcement. Knowing Millie it will be something really lovely. Hearts and flowers and all that good shit. It’ll go out in the morning paper.”
    “What are you talking about?” Her voice was shrill, bordering on hysterical. “You can’t just announce you’re marrying someone and broadcast it.”
    “Sage, tell me you don’t want to marry me. Look me in the eye and tell me.”
    “Who… who proposes like that?”
    “I do.”
    Before she could respond, he lowered to kiss her. The kiss was urgent, hard, almost punishing. He pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips. Immediately she yielded to him. His hands tangled in her hair. He overpowered her, but she couldn’t resist, nor did she want to.. Pressing her against the wall, he skimmed his hands down the front of her sweater. He tugged it off and flicked the clasp of her bra open and let it fall to the floor.
    Now his kiss was slower and hotter. His bare chest pressed against her breasts. Arousal swirled inside her, sending darts of pleasure and aching need to her core. Her breasts felt heavy.
    He straightened. “Clothes off. Now.”
    Crowding her against the wall, he left her just enough room to tug her boots off and shed her jeans. His gaze drifted down her body.
    “Everything, Sage. Panties too.”
    “I don’t want to give you a lap dance, Theo.”
    “I think we’re a little past lap dances.”
    She set her hand on his shoulder. “What’s happening?”
    “You’re going to wear that little toy for me.”
    Her heart seized in her chest. The toy. Of course he hadn’t forgotten. Heat and arousal gathered inside her. Need made her slick. The idea that he would make her wear that seemed filthy and wrong and beyond even her dirtiest fantasies about Theo. “You seem mad. You’re scaring me.”
    He lifted her chin. “I think you want to try it.”
    “Maybe,” she breathed. “Just a little.”
    He nodded. “”
    She bit her lip and tugged her panties off, letting them drop. He reached down to a pocket on his thigh and pulled out the toy. A smile played upon his mouth as he fastened the belt around her waist. His fingers were rough and calloused. She shuddered as he moved to the strap meant to go around her thigh.
    “Ready?” His voice was soft.
    “You’re not still mad at me are you?”
    The corner of his mouth quirked. He reached into his pocket again and took out the remote control. “Maybe a little. But I have the feeling I’m about to forgive you.”
    “I’m sorry I didn’t call you about Trey.”
    He set a hand