Owning Victoria (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 2) Page 5

  How am I supposed to respond to his confessions? I want nothing more than to forgive him, but at the same time, I want to hate him.

  Don’t give in.

  Don’t give up on him. He’s apologizing.

  Think of the baby you're carrying.

  Remember, he said he owns you, nothing more.

  I swear, it feels like my head and heart are going to war over what I should do. Inwardly shaking my head, I take a deep breath inhaling the wonderful scent of his cologne. Damn, I’ve missed the earthy smell.

  “I don’t want to be someone’s possession. Nor do I want to be owned by anyone. I want to be seen as me for once in my life. Thank you for apologizing and though I know it is sincere I don’t know if I can be with you,” I murmur as tears slide down my cheeks.

  “Princess, if you give me a chance, I’ll prove it to you and I won’t let you down,” Tracker whispers.

  “I don’t even know your first name. Shoot, the only reason I knew your last name was Wilson is because I saw it on one of those cards for residents of the house that came in the mail. I figured it was yours considering the house is yours,” I ramble.

  “James, sweetheart. My name is James Christopher Wilson and I’d like for us to start over,” he says smoothly as he cups my cheek.

  “I don’t know if we can start over,” I murmur as I lean further into his palm.

  “Why can’t we, Princess?” he asks.

  “Because I’m pregnant,” I say quietly.

  10

  Tracker

  “Pregnant?” I ask to make sure I heard Victoria right.

  Seeing her nod, my heart soars knowing the baby is mine. But doubts about Victoria quickly begin to set in. When did she find out? Did she know before she left? Is that why?

  Fuck, question after question races through my head. I can’t keep up.

  I’ve spent the last month ready to pull my hair out trying to find this woman. How Victoria was able to slip away and stay hidden yet in plain sight for this long is beyond me. If not for that damn doodling with our names in it, I wouldn’t have thought to try searching for her using my last name. Not only did she use my last name for the house, but from what Nerd found while looking into her funds, the brilliant woman transferred all her money into another bank using my last name on that as well.

  All this while withdrawing a good fifty thousand dollars at the same time. Smart yet dumb on her part. Due to the movement of the money, I’m sure Victoria’s parents, as well as Parker, were alerted. I’d bet money that with Parker's reputation, he’d have his men out in force trying to find her. Shit, I wouldn’t put it past them to put a hit out for her dead or alive.

  Now she’s pregnant and it’s my job to protect not just her but our child. Visions of her carrying my child fill my head. All my doubts start to dissipate, at least for the moment. I don’t want to think any more negative shit between us.

  Not when all I want is to have her underneath me, screaming my name.

  “A-are y-you o-okay w-with t-this?” she stammers.

  “Fuck yeah, Princess,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around her waist and lean in to claim her lips but instead end up kissing Victoria’s cheek. “Babe?”

  “Please don’t call me princess or babe,” she says.

  “What’s wrong with . . .” I trail off as it dawns on me why. I call every woman babe besides my cousin and I’ve called her princess since the beginning, when I was nothing but a dick to her. “I will try not to call you those, Vi, but I can’t promise that I won’t,” I say, gently lifting my hand from around her waist to cup her cheek.

  “Okay,” she nods as she glances down then back up. I know she was just checking me out by the way she’s nibbling her lip.

  “Like what you see,” I grin.

  “I’ve never seen you in shorts before,” she says.

  “That’s because I never wear them, but it’s fuckin’ hot here,” I chuckle.

  “And it’s not at home?” she questions.

  “Different kind of heat, baby,” I clarify.

  “Umm hmm, well, I do have to say you look good in shorts with your shirt open. Tell me you didn’t come from the airport like this,” she murmurs.

  Chuckling, I shake my head. “Naw, I changed in your place before I came down here,” I say.

  “How did you get inside? You don’t . . .” she stops speaking as she takes in my grin. “I don’t even want to know. I can only guess how you got in.”

  “Are you feeling okay?” I ask, changing the subject as I move my hand down her body to palm her stomach where our child rested.

  “I’m okay,” she murmurs.

  “Have you been eating?” I demand.

  Victoria’s body stiffens at the question.

  “Yes, I’ve been eating,” she says instantly, and I know she’s lying or at least telling only half the truth. Especially with the way she seems to have lost a lot of weight in the last month. That’s going to change though. I’m going to make sure she eats and gains the weight she needs to be healthy.

  “Have you eaten today? I’m honestly fuckin’ starving. I haven’t eaten since before I got on the plane,” I state the truth yet wanting to see what she says.

  “I had a little something earlier. I don’t think I could keep anything down right now,” she says.

  “How about keeping me company while I get something? Who knows you might find yourself hungry,” I suggest hinting at something more than just food.

  “I suppose I can keep you company,” she murmurs before biting her lip.

  “Good because I’ve missed the fuck out of you and don’t want you out of my sight.” Leaning forward I press a kiss to her lips before standing. I did mean it when I said I was fuckin’ starving. There was no way in hell I was eating anything on that plane let alone when I landed. Not when I was close to finding Victoria.

  Putting my hand out, I help Victoria to her feet, then stare at her ass as she bends to grab her bag and towel off the sand.

  Damn, I can’t wait to sink my cock inside her again. If I don’t do it soon I think I might combust with blue balls. Then again I might die when I finally fuck her again. The only time I’ve fucked her was her first time.

  Fuck me.

  I need to make sure next time I’m inside my Vi that I take my time and savor every inch of her. I haven’t even had my mouth on her pussy yet. Or hers wrapped around my cock.

  Something else that will have to be rectified.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Vi?” I ask as I stand behind her, holding her to me as the two of us watch the sunset.

  “Don’t say things you don’t mean,” she mutters, her body stiffens, and she tries to pull out of my arms.

  Holding her firmly in my arms, “I wouldn’t bullshit you about something like that, baby. I find you abso-fuckin-lutely gorgeous. I always have,” I admit.

  “Then why are you always a jerk toward me?” she demands.

  “Because I’m an idiot. My past is littered with women who were nothing but liars and stuck-up bitches. They’ve also been conniving as hell to get their way. My mom, she fucked my dad to be able to brag to her friends. Got knocked up with me and handed me over to my dad. My aunt, Rachel’s cunt of a mother, was with my uncle before he died and used him for his money. After he was killed, the bitch blackmailed my dad for money to keep from selling her daughter. He tried to get custody of my cousin, but Rachel’s mom wouldn’t have it. She wanted that steady income each month that my dad provided to keep my cousin safe.

  “Then there are the clubwhores. They’re constantly trying to get something. I may have been fuckin’ those bitches, but I knew what to expect from them. I knew never to turn my back on those women. They’d easily stab me in the back. But you, I couldn’t understand. There was just something about you that spoke to me and I didn’t like it,” I tell her. I need her to understand.

  “I’m confused,” Victoria says, turning in my arms to face me.

  “About which
part?” I ask.

  “The part about me speaking to you but you didn’t like it,” she furrows her brow.

  “What I mean is a part of me, a part I didn’t allow anyone into, saw something in you. That part being my heart. Fuck I don’t know how to explain this shit right so you can get it,” I say, letting out a heavy breath.

  “I think I get it. You hate me for the fact a part of you feels something for me. Y-you—”

  “I don’t hate you, Vi,” I say, interrupting her. “I hated the way wanting you made me feel. It was never about hating you but rather the feelings you drew out of me.” Pulling Victoria into my body, I hold her flush against my chest and press a kiss to the top of her head.

  “As confusing as it sounds, I get it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be with someone who wants me yet hates me. I deserve better than that and I won’t settle for less,” she whispers against my chest.

  “That you do, baby. You deserve so much more than what I can give you, but you're carrying my kid inside you. On top of that, you're mine and I’m not letting you go,” I say.

  Stiffening in my arms, Victoria looks up at me with narrowed eyes. “I told you I won’t be someone’s possession. You don’t own me Tracker,” she snaps.

  Grinning, I lift a hand to wrap my fingers in her hair while using my other hand to hold her to me. “Vi, you say one thing, but your body speaks another. It’s saying it wants to be owned by me. To feel my hands all over your body as I give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced. When I say I own you, baby, it means that I want you as mine, as my ol’ lady. No more fuckin’ around,” I state before claiming her mouth.

  Time to show her exactly what it means for me to own her body.

  11

  Victoria

  Holy mother of all sex appeal. Having Tracker’s mouth on mine is even better than I remember. I know it’s only been a month since I last felt his lips, but damn if it’s not the best thing ever. It’s as if this kiss was completely different from the others.

  With our mouths still locked together, Tracker cups both my ass cheeks in his hands and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Turning, he carries me inside and through the house to the bedroom.

  I don’t even bother asking how he knew which room to go to. I’d seen him walk around the house earlier after we got back from the beach. Tracker had acted as if he knew this place like the back of his hand.

  Laying me on the bed, Tracker proceeds to continue the kiss as he lays next to me and roams my body with his hand.

  I arch my back as I moan in pleasure. How I’m able to feel such pleasure with his hands barely doing anything but touching me over my sundress.

  Breaking the kiss, Tracker trails his mouth down my jaw to my neck before sliding his tongue from my chest to the top of one of my breasts.

  “Tracker,” I moan.

  Lifting his head, Tracker seers me with a look I have no idea of how to describe other than one of a predator. “Baby, when you're moaning my name, you best use the right name,” he growls before climbing off the bed.

  My gaze follows Tracker's hands as he removes his shirt and pulls his gun out of the back of his shorts. Placing the weapon on the nightstand he proceeds to strip the rest of the way. Damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing him naked.

  “Like what you see, Vi,” he grins, drawing my attention back to his face rather than below the waist.

  “It’s okay,” I murmur as I brace myself up on my elbows trying to act cool yet I’m nervous as hell. Besides the one-time Tracker took my virginity, I haven’t been with him since.

  “Is that so, Victoria? I’ll have to make sure to change your thought of ‘it’s okay’,” he says as he presses a knee between my legs spreading them as he climbs up on the bed. My skin gets goosebumps as Tracker’s hands slide up under my dress bringing the material to my waist and up over my head.

  Soon as the dress leaves my body, Tracker sits back on his hunches and stares down at me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you naked,” he rasps as he trails his fingers along my skin. “Perfection.”

  I want to tell him I’m nowhere near perfect. If I were perfect, I would be at the weight I’m supposed to be at. Be the daughter I should have been. And most of all I would have been enough for Tracker.

  Don’t go there. Focus on the fact Tracker is here now, and his hands are on you. No one else is here.

  Maybe that’s why I’m starting to freak. Tracker came here for me claiming he wants me. Said things that confuse the hell out of me. But what if I go back to the States with him and everything goes back to the way it was. I don’t think I can handle it. I’d prefer to stay here where no one can hurt me.

  “Baby, get out of that head of yours,” Tracker murmurs. “It’s just you and me here. Don’t go overthinking shit and just feel.”

  Leaning over my body, Tracker presses a kiss to my lips before moving down to my breast where he draws one of my nipples into his mouth. At the sensation of the suction I cry out in pleasure and arch my back into his touch needing more.

  Tracker lifts his head and moves to my other nipple as one of his hands runs along my slit between my legs.

  “Tracker, please,” I moan.

  Releasing my nipple, Tracker glowers down at me. “What did I say about my name, Vi?” he says.

  “To call you James when it’s just the two of us,” I answer.

  “Next time, baby, I’ll be sure to punish you for not listening. I’ve told you plenty of times, I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growls, moving his way down my body until his face is directly in front of my core with my legs on his shoulders. “I’ve been dying to taste you here,” Tracker says before swiping his tongue through my slit while sinking a finger deep inside my pussy.

  My mind goes into overdrive with the mind-blowing pleasure from the touch of his mouth and his fingers working their magic. As the first orgasm hits me unexpectedly, I scream out his name. Tracker doesn’t relent instead he pulls his finger from inside my pussy and grips my thighs as he dives his tongue in and begins to devour me. The next orgasm he gives me has me seeing stars.

  By the time Tracker releases my pussy from his torturous mouth, I don’t think I can even stay awake for him to continue and I really do want him to fuck me with his dick after that experience.

  “I could eat your pussy all damn day, but I need to be inside you right now,” Tracker growls as he guides his dick to my entrance and sinks deep inside me.

  “James,” I cry as my back arches.

  “That’s right, baby, scream my name,” Tracker groans as he keeps a steady rhythm. “I want to feel you come all around my cock.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” I pant.

  “You will, Victoria. By the time we’re done tonight, it will be morning and you’ll know who you belong to. Who owns your body,” Tracker declares as he lifts my legs placing them on his shoulders and begins to plow into my pussy.

  With each thrust he gives me, they become more forceful. Just as I think I can’t take anymore, Tracker moves a hand between the two of us and with one flick of my clit I explode. I feel as if I were floating through the stars that fill my vision as Tracker stills within me and calls out my name as he comes.

  As we both try to catch our breaths, Tracker lowers my legs and leans over me to take my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he holds my gaze. “As I said, I own you, baby, same as you do me. No more fuckin’ around.” he murmurs.

  Did he just say what I think he did?

  I own him as much as he does me.

  Does that mean I'm the only one he wants?

  God, I hope so. Because this man is the only one I’ve ever wanted. If it goes back to the way it was before when he hated me, I wouldn’t be able to survive it.

  I’d have to shut down my emotions the way I was shown. Raven made sure I knew everything I needed to get through life and shutting down emotions is one of those.

  12

  Tracker<
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  Waking up to the sun blinding the hell out of me normally would piss me off. I hate that shit more than anything else. Well, besides waking up not knowin’ what the hell I did the night before.

  Thank fuck I know exactly what I did last night into the early hours this morning and with who. Grinning, I lift my head to see what time it is. Damn, it’s too fuckin’ early. I don’t ever get out of bed before ten unless I’m on a job.

  Laying back down, I reach for Victoria, only to find her side of the bed empty. I jump out of bed and grab a pair of shorts out of my bag before going in search of my woman. Fuck, I love the sound of calling Vi mine.

  As I step out of the room, I can hear a noise coming from the hall bathroom.

  What the fuck?

  It sounds like someone puking their guts out.

  Opening the door, I feel like shit seeing Vi on the floor with her head in the toilet. I quickly move in, pulling her hair away from her face and run a hand down her back.

  “Go away,” she groans.

  “Not happenin’, Sweetness,” I say. After having tasted her over and over last night, I decided on exactly what I’d call her from now on.

  “Ugh, just go. You don’t need to see this,” she mutters miserably.

  “Not repeating myself, Vi. How long have you been dealing with this?” I ask her.

  “Just the last couple of days,” she says as she sits back.

  Standing up, I grab the washcloth hanging next to the sink and wet it before squatting down in front of Victoria.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs, taking the wet cloth from my hand. “You didn’t have to come in here.”

  “It’s my kid in you, means we’re in this together, Sweetness,” I say as I stand and move over to her to pick her up off the floor. Carrying her in my arms, I realize just how small she is. I need to put some weight on her.

  “Just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean you have to treat me special.” I snap my gaze to hers as I head in the direction of our bedroom.