Owned by the Navy Seal Chapter 188

My head is pulled back, and I clutch the pillow in front of me, as I take the ramming into my ass.

"Fuck!" T.J.'s hand comes around my throat, pulling me up so my back is against his chest as he fucks me brutally, my ass clenching around his cock. His other hand comes around me as strokes my hard cock fast. "Do you like getting fucked like this, mmm?"

This man is the dirtiest talker I've ever had the pleasure to have, and it seems like he wants to climb into my soul, as he simultaneously fucks me and strokes my cock.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan long and hard, the sensations just too much as I erupt all over the sheets, my cum spurting all the way to the pillow I was just clutching onto.

"Your pussy ass wants my cum, doesn't?" His hand tightens around my throat, holding me upright as he thrusts deep and hard inside me, my abused muscles struggling to take more of him.

"Yes." I moan, wanting all of it. He's been fucking me every day since I agreed to move in with him. We packed up my apartment the very next day and he made me promise that I won't leave.

Sometimes he fuck me slow, kissing me all over and reminding me that I'm all he ever wants. And at times he fucks me like this, his words dirty and his thrusts brutal, owning me to my very core.

How could I ever leave this?

His hand tightens even more, making me gasp for air and he bites my shoulder as he stills and cums inside my ass, his thrusts deep and slow until he is spent. The hand around my throat loosens, and he licks the bite mark on my shoulder. Good thing I don't have a show going on at the moment, because the marks T.J. leaves on my body will definitely raise some eyberows.

"Now the sheets are dirty again." I pant out.

He slowly pulls out of my ass on a hiss. "Good thing we have a washer and dryer."

Lets just say that we are going to need new sheets at the rate we are fucking like rabbits, we might run out of clean ones very soon.

T.J. turns my head towards him and kisses me deeply, his tongue dominating my mouth as he starts stroking my cock slowly again. I moan as it hardens in his hand. I know what he wants, he wants to suck me until I cum down his throat. I still can't believe I'm the only man he has ever slept with, not when he's so dominating in bed, and certainly not when he loves to suck my cock the way he does.

His phone starts ringing on the bedside table, and he groans in remorse. One thing I hate, is how busy he always is. He was always with Madison, so I assumed our lives would be calm and easy, only to come to find out that that is not the case. He owns a security firm that caters to the rich and famous, and it seems like he is always on speed dial to someone.

He gets up from the bed, and I admire the way his muscles shift underneath his skin. He's almost ten years older than me, but he certainly doesn't look it.

I also get up, my legs feeling like jelly and his cum dripping out of me. He narrows his yes at me before grabbing the phone, looking at the evidence of our fucking before answering.

"Miguel, this is very bad timing."

I start peeling the sheets from the bed, then the pillowcases, watching as T.J. frowns at whatever Miguel says on the other side. I'm happy that he's back and when we saw him last night, he seemed to be healthy. Maybe he just had a psychotic break, you never know with soldiers and what they went though. I just hope he stays in his right mind for my friend and their baby.

"Are they going to do an autopsy?" T.J. asks, making me frown. Someone is clearly dead. "Okay, I will meet you at Raul's apartement in an hour."

I know it's serious when he gets off the phone and puts on some discarded pyjama pants that was lying on the floor. It's even one of my pairs.

"Get dressed, baby, and meet me in my office." He says and then walks out of the bedroom.

Who the hell died?

I quickly rush to the bathroom to clean up as best as I can, and get dressed in a pair of boxer shorts before going to his home office. He's already typing on his laptop with a frown on his face,

'What's wrong?" I ask, scared to know the answer.

T.J. pushes his desk chair back and pats his lap so I go over and straddle him, my hands going in his dark hair before kissing him softly.

"Robert's colleagues were a little worried this morning when he didn't show up for work." T.J.'s eyes are assessing my reaction. "Apparently, he was disoriented last night at a bar and a collegue made sure he got home safely. They requested a wellness check, but the police found his body in his apartment this morning."

Shock goes through me. Robert was just as much as a victim as me, and he wasn't a bad guy.

"How did he die?" I murmur.

"We don't know yet, there are no signs of forced entry or gun shot or knife wounds. Nothing. It looks like his heart just stopped beating." T.J. frowns. "Nothing suspicious in his apartment, or anything stolen. They might even rule it out as a natural death, but we're not going to let that happen. He was way too young, and so soon after Jeffrey? No, it definitely feels supsicious,"

"You think he was murdered?" I ask, shocked. Both Ben and Jeffrey are dead, I thought this was over.

"We have to be sure, it's just too big of a coincidence." He kisses my bare shoulder. "I'm going over to see Lucille with Miguel. Would you go over to Madison's parents, please? Just to be safe?"

"I have classes, T.J." I shake my head. "I can't just cancel."

"For me, please?" His eyes look scared. "I just got you, I can't risk losing you."

How is it even possible that I could love this man any more?

"Do you think my life is in danger?" I want to know.

I don't want to die. T.J. is right, I just got him, I don't want to lose him either.

"I don't know, but we're not taking any chances." He kisses me hard on the lips. "But if someone did kill Robert, we will find out who it was, I won't let anything happen to you."

And I believe him.