Page 74 of Savage Desires

"No wonder you kicked my ass. Your dad is a legend."

That has her lips tipping up a little. "Yeah. He's an amazing fighter and an even better teacher."

"I remember when you were taken… Your dad refused to give up even when the cops stopped looking. He hired the best to try and find you. Remember my brother Slade?" She nods. "He's ex-military. He ended up undercover in a motorcycle club. Long story short, when he got out of the military, he started doing what I do. Saving women from trafficking. That's how he met his wife, Hannah. He saved her in Mexico. Savage Knights MC has been saving women for years. Your dad contacted them when the cops stopped looking. He never gave up."

Tears flow unchecked from her pretty blue eyes now. I pick her up and sit with her on my lap. She cries for a long time, soaking my shirt. I simply hold her and let her cry. Finding out what happened to the people that you love is always hard, even if it's good news.

"When we're done here, I want to see him. He should know I'm alive…"

I kiss the top of her head. "Then that's what we'll do. First, we end the Russians, and whoever else is running this trafficking ring, then we'll go see your father."

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

WILLOW

Seeing my dad on TV was a shock. He looks older now, more gray in his dark hair, and his eyes that match mine are sadder, but he's still my dad. It made me want to run to him like I used to do as a little girl when I was scared or hurt. Why I ever thought I could stay away from him, I don't know. He's the only family I have.

Kisten telling me how he looked for me makes me both happy and sad. He didn't give up on me even when everyone else did. It's a crazy coincidence that the men he reached out to help him find me are linked to Kisten and his brother. Maybe Kisten helping me at Mecca that night was some higher power at work. Fate or whatever.

When I'm all cried out, I'm exhausted. My body is physically tired from working out in a good way. Emotionally, I'm drained and need the reboot of a good night's sleep. I let out a jaw-popping yawn.

"Let's eat, then we'll go to bed," Kisten says.

He carries me to the table and sits me down. He returns with one plate that's heaped with a mountain of stir-fry. He sets the plate in front of me, then picks me up and sits in the chair with me on his lap. We eat quietly. Kisten feeding me bites until I'm full, then finishing what's left.

When he's done, he carries me to the bathroom, even though I protest and tell him I can walk. We brush our teeth and get ready for bed. Before I can crawl under the covers, Kisten tugs the t-shirt off me, leaving me naked. He gives my butt a light smack, and I climb into bed.

I watch him strip down, doing my best to keep from drooling as every inch of his sexy body is revealed. Even though I'm exhausted, my body reacts. My pussy grows wet, and my nipples are hard points, aching for attention. I'm suddenly not so tired anymore.

"You shouldn't look at me like that."

"Can't help it."

He moves over me, wedging his body between my legs. I part my thighs to give him more room. His cock is hot and hard against my pussy. I rock up into him, shuddering at how good it feels when his cock runs along my clit. It's a maddening sensation, but only in the best way.

"You're fucking soaked," he growls.

"You make me this way," I whimper.

He cups my breast and teases my nipple, making me moan. I can't stop rubbing myself on him. It feels so good, but I want more.

"I need you…" I gasp.

"You want my cock buried in your tight little pussy?"

"Please," I beg.

His hand moves between us and lines his cock up with my entrance. He stays like that for several long seconds before thrusting inside me fully. I moan at the thick invasion. He feels incredible. I still can't get over how overwhelmingly good my body can feel. Kisten's thrusts are slow and deep. He hits my clit with every thrust. It's incredible, but I need more. I want him out of control.

"Faster…" I dig my nails into his lower back, moving my hips encouragingly. Instead of moving faster, he stops completely, making me whimper.

"Who's in charge?" he growls.

"You."

"That's right. I own you. I decide how fast I fuck you." He gives me three quick thrusts before slowing down again. "I decide how deep." He changes from deep to shallow thrusts. I whimper at how much he's tormenting me.

"I'm yours. All yours, please…"