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I wanted to hold her. The desire to protect her, the need to take her in my arms and shelter her from the dangerous world I inhabited, warred with the stark reality that this was her life now.

There was no fairy tale ending for us, no marriage, no happily ever after. This was not a Disney movie, and I couldn’t even remotely pretend that it was.

I couldn’t make her my wife. That would put an even bigger target on her back.

She was in my world, and there was no way out. If I made a wrong move, if I let my guard down, it could cost us both our lives. The stakes were high, and I couldn’t afford to indulge in fantasies of a simpler life. I had to be the strong one, had to make hard decisions to ensure her safety and mine to make sure we both stayed alive.

As I looked at her, a complex mix of emotions swirled within me. I wanted to be the protector she needed, the one who would keep her safe no matter what. But I also knew that this world demanded a different kind of strength. It was Game of Thrones now, and I had to play it smart.

With a heavy heart, I resisted the urge to pull her into my arms and instead took a step back.

This was her life now, and she had to get used to it. There was no room for sentimentality in our world, only the cold, hard truth of survival.

So, I grabbed her, turned her around, and stared down at her bright red ass before I slapped it hard enough to make her cry out.

I played the part of an asshole because that’s exactly what I was.

“Go take a shower and get ready for dinner,” I barked, and she jumped. She looked over her shoulder with the same pouty, defiant look that had just gotten her fucked, and I narrowed my eyes in her direction. With a huff, she pulled up her leggings over her swollen pussy and flounced off to her room, and I gritted my teeth—annoyed, aroused, and feeling like the biggest dick in the world.

I shouldn’t have fucked her. I should have had more self-control than that. Hell, I hadn’t even known she was a virgin, but by the way she’d looked at my cock for the first time, I should have known. And then the feeling of being the first man inside of her had taken over my every waking thought.

I lost control and it’s all her fault.

Maybe a part of me had known, and I’d just willfully ignored it, wanting to be the first and last man she ever had inside her. That’s what had caused me to lose control. It had to be.

I should have stopped, but I was only a man, and she was a woman that needed a good fucking more than she needed anything else.

Her sweet little cunt had hugged my cock like it had been made for it, and I hated and adored that at the same time.

She shouldn’t have felt that good.

But she did, and now I wanted more.

I wanted her full of me at every hour of every day and every night because she was mine now, and I couldn’t ever let her go.

My world. My woman.

I couldn’t afford the luxury of marrying her, at least not now. I needed to become more established, more secure in this world where danger lurked around every corner. The thought of making her mine in every sense of the word was tantalizing, but it was a risk I couldn’t take at this moment.

For now, she couldn’t be anything more than my little secret fuck toy until my name struck fear in all those that dared to rise up against me.

I closed my eyes, envisioning the image of her welted red ass bent over that couch, right before that perfect pink pussy swallowed up my cock like the perfect fucking little vice. The more I thought about that delectable red bottom, the more I felt like an absolute dick. It was petty of me to get angry at her for my mistake. I should have been more careful with my movements around her so that she wouldn’t have been discovered in the first place, but it was well past time for regrets.

That still didn’t change the fact that I wanted to take her into my arms and comfort her like a daddy would comfort his little girl after a scary dream, but that wouldn’t help matters either.

With a ragged sigh, I tucked my cock back into place, then buttoned and zipped up my slacks.

There was a knock on the door and Andreas walked in, took one look at me, and said, “Oh you fucked her, didn’t you?”

“That obvious?” I asked, a bit bashfully. He knew me well.

“It’s practically written all over your face,” he chided, cocking his head with a bit of a judgmental glare, which faded almost immediately.

“I shouldn’t have fucked her, should I?” I asked with a sigh. My regret felt thick enough to cloud up the room.

“No, but it’s too late for that now, isn’t it?” he sighed, shaking his head with a playful grin.

“You’re just jealous that I have a way with the ladies,” I jabbed back.

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