Owned by Him(3)

She’s too fucking young.

Blanking out the thoughts, Elijah slowed down his thrusts, bringing Amber to several more orgasms before he found release.

When he could no longer hold off his release, Elijah wrapped his arms around her and moaned against her skin as his seed poured into the waiting condom. He wanted to have her without anything between them. There was no way she’d be on birth control.

Resting his head on her breasts he took several deep breaths needing to gain control of himself.

“Elijah?” she asked.

He lifted his head. “What, baby?”

“Are you, erm, finished? You’re squashing me.”

Anger consumed him. He lifted up on his arms and pulled out of her wetness. Staring down at the evidence of her innocence, he went to his personal bathroom. Quickly, he grabbed a towel and a cloth then returned to find her trying to dress.

“Sit the fuck down. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve cleaned you up. I’m not having any arguments either.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Sit down!” Her gaze went to the door before she sat down on his bed.

Moving close to her, he knelt before her. Amber’s face was bright red. The color almost matched the shade of her hair.

Shaking his head, he cleaned away the few specks of blood. Cursing in his head, Elijah returned the soiled towel and cloth to the bathroom.

Returning to his room, Elijah was overcome with possessive anger. He could have hurt her because she hadn’t told him the truth. Before he reined in his anger, Elijah grabbed Amber, hauled her over his knee and started to slap her ass.

While he’d been gone she’d pulled the skirt down to cover her ass so her flesh was given a certain amount of protection, but not enough to hide away from his anger.

He was so fucking mad.

When he was finished, he made her sit on the bed and look at him. “Don’t you ever let a guy do that to you, do you understand me?”

“Do what?” she asked, crying. He saw the tears in her eyes but also the peace that seemed to flash back at him. Elijah didn’t want to think about what her emotions meant. In the wrong hands they were dangerous. He couldn’t risk anything happening to his sweet Amber. That’s how he’d come to see her, as his.

“You’re my woman, Amber. Mine, no man is allowed near you. Never let them do what I’ve done, do you understand?” he asked.

They were not the words he was going to speak. He was going to tell her to never let a man hurt her and to make sure she was ready before taking another man.

Holding her in his arms, Elijah kissed her head, offering her all the comfort he could give her. He was totally twisted inside, and yet all he wanted to do was love her. She was the first and only woman to ever make him care.

He fell asleep with Amber in his arms, but when he woke up she was gone.

****

Over the years he flitted in and out of Amber’s life until he met her at Club Kink when she was twenty-one years old and looking for a reason as to why she liked being dominated. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but over the course of the next four years, he pushed her away until she saw him trying to take on another sub. After that, Elijah tried to move on. Amber was too much of an addiction, and he was too far gone to let her slip through his fingers. Going back to his sister was an excuse. He was really going back for his woman, for his sweet Amber.





Chapter One



Amber Phelps smacked her head against her apartment door. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? She’d done everything in the rule book to get over him, and yet, here he was, still hassling her. What more did she have to do to prove to him she’d moved on?

“I know you’re in there. I heard you tell Heather over thirty minutes ago that you were not leaving your apartment,” Elijah Booth said through her door. She shouldn’t be able to hear him.

She made a mental note to complain to her apartment manager about the thinness of the wall, if there was such a thing.

Opening the door, she peeked through the gap that the chain lock allowed. “What? What do you want?”

“Is that any way to speak to me?” he asked.

“I signed a contract, and I did everything by the book. You can’t be throwing titles at me or demands. I’m a free woman, and I left all that crap behind.” She had no choice but to leave that life behind when she left Club Kink. It was an exclusive club in the big city. She’d cancelled her registration and asked not to be contacted by any of the Doms or subs there. Tyler, the owner of the club, had made sure she didn’t have any trouble. Leaving the club had been her own decision, and there was no way she’d be going back.