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“Over the counter.” She bit her lip innocently, and I could’ve laughed at her attempt to soften me up. Reluctantly, she walked over and bent over the counter as instructed, and I groaned as I held back my impulse to use her for the rest of the night. She looked so fucking sexy. The way her face flushed in embarrassment and her sexy little hips moved as she waited for me impatiently.
Unbuckling my belt, I pulled it out, and she flinched slightly as it loudly landed on the tile floor.
“Sir.. I-” She began, and I shook my head as I approached her.
“You can be such a little manipulator at times, you know that?” I muttered as I pressed my hips against her ass, and she gasped in shock. She looked at me through the mirror, and I sighed as I placed my hands on her waist.
“No, you don’t.. you don’t know how much you have an effect on me either,” I confessed, and she moaned softly as I slowly pulled up her dress, my touch lingering on her thighs.. Looking down at her, I finished pulling it up to her waist and was met with her white lace panties.
Rubbing my fingers over her clit softly, she whimpered as she laid her head on the counter. As her little cunt began to drench my fingers, I slowly pulled out my cock as I stroked myself slightly to the mere view of her. Moving her panties to the side, I lined my tip with her entrance before groaning as I pushed into her warm heat.
“Fuck..” I whispered as she did her best to hold back her moans. Holding her hips, I fucked her cunt and tilted my head slightly before speaking.
“What were you so upset about again?” I asked, and she couldn’t even say anything.It was adorable, actually.Watching her get fucked from behind as drool left her mouth, and she could barely even form a sentence.
“Huh? Couldn’t hear you?” I teased as I slammed my cock further into her tight pussy. She looked up at me in the mirror with tears of pleasure forming in her eyes, and I fucked her even harder as her breasts bounced up and down in the mirror.
Fuck, she made me so hard.The way she looked at me with such innocence as her pussy clenched my cock with every thrust. It’s no fucking wonder I asked her about marrying me. I didn’t want any man ever touching her. Her little body, her smile, her tight little cunt,all of it belonged to me,and she was going to be my fucking wife,my possession..
Her innocence and naivety were so cute.. It’s almost as if she didn’t know how powerful of a man I was. If I truly wanted, she’d be my wife already, no ifs, ands, or buts... But I wanted to be nice. Giving her a chance to know me before I made her mine entirely. Grabbing her hair in a fist, I yanked her head back to meet her eyes as she arched. I wasn’t going to scare or force her into anything just yet.. but a reminder for the time being should suffice.
“Let me clarify some things for you since you can’t seem to understand, Brielle,” I muttered, and I felt her clench as her legs began to tremble.
“You’re fucking mine, understand?” I growled, and she nodded quickly as she moaned.
“Yes, sir..” She whispered, and I hummed.
“You and I both know I don’t like fucking sharing what belongs to me,” I raged as I looked at her pretty eyes that wanted to roll back into her head. Gripping her hair tighter in one hand, I gave her cheek a small slap with the other to focus her attention back on me.
“I want to give you a chance to know who your future husband will be. Nicer than forcing you into something else again, right?” I asked as her body twitched slightly, ready to cum.
I knew her body better than she did, and I was proud of that fact. But I wanted… needed to learn even more about it. Before she came, I let go of her hair and pulled my cock out of her throbbing cunt. She leaned over the counter, heaving heavily, and I slowly fixed my pants as she glanced up at me through the mirror. As I picked up my belt, she turned around.
“Killian..” She whispered, and I shrugged.
“I’m not going to force you into marrying me.. and since you want to play the waiting game, I can too..” I reasoned, and she looked at me in shock as I fixed my suit jacket. Fixing myself in the mirror, I could’ve chuckled at the way she glared at me adorably, almost like I’d taken her puppy from her. As I glanced over to see her red face, disheveled hair, and trembling legs, I leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Behave.. I’ll be waiting at our table for you,” I spoke, placing a kiss on her cheek before I exited the bathroom. As I walked over to our table, I paused in my tracks as I felt a pair of eyes on me from across the room.
Looking over at the other end of the restaurant, I saw a man.. he had his hood over his head and made it obvious he was staring at me. I furrowed my eyebrows as he went out of the front door, and I recognized that hoodie, which looked oddly familiar…
Was that… Eugene?
Chapter twenty-eight
Killian
I pushed my semi-wet hair out of my face as I made my way to the kitchen. Tonight was rather interesting. All throughout the rest of the night, Brielle kept her frustration at a minimum, and we actually enjoyed ourselves for the time being. After we returned to the penthouse, she got ready for the night in her room and has been sitting in the living room ever since. I didn’t want to discuss the matter with her earlier, but it has been on my mind ever since.
Brielle doesn’t need a boyfriend.She needs a man willing to commit to a serious and fulfilling relationship. The term ’boyfriend’ sounds too juvenile and immature.. emphasis on the word ‘boy’ rather than ‘man.’ I didn’t want to be seen as just a friend either, as we were clearly more than that. We’ve never been just friends.In my mind, she’s only been mine.
I’ve never had female friends. Misinterpretations would either lead to a one-way relationship or others thinking I was in the friend zone or desperate. I don’t intend to be either with Brielle.
I chuckled at my thoughts as I grabbed a bottle of water. I don’t feel guilty about claiming her as mine. It’s not like I asked her to look so stunning in that library or for her to catch my attention. Would she have been better off if we had never met? Financially, no, but overall, who knows? I don’t believe in fate, but I have a feeling that if we hadn’t met in that library, we would have met somewhere else, and we’d still end up right here.
I won’t be letting her go anytime soon… never to be exact. It would be foolish of me to do something like that. Something only aboywould do.
Finishing my water, I headed over to the living room, and my eyebrows furrowed as I heard whimpers. I quickly went over to Brielle and crouched down by her as she lay on the couch. Tears were coming out of her closed eyes, and she was silently sobbing. I pushed her hair out of her face and shushed her softly. It was apparent that she was experiencing one of her night terrors once again. Although I knew that waking her up could be traumatic for her, I couldn’t bear to see her suffer in her own dream.
