Page 210 of Pretty Twisted Games


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From the day she'd come home from the hospital, she hadn't cried, but stared up at me with trust, causing strange feelings inside that I'd never felt before.

Then, growing up, learning how to walk, she'd teeter on uncertain steps and my heart would lurch in my throat. But she was bold and daring, because she knew I would catch her any time she fell.

And, just like then, my heart was now beating, pounding, in my chest.

With her clear blue eyes, intent on mine, staring down at me, daring me to tell her to stop.

She was no longer a child, but a fully grown woman, with a swan-like neck, soft curves of her shoulders, and the most perfect, peach-shaped tits. With a body that could seduce any man, not just a demon like me.

All my restraint was slipping.

I'd promised myself, just one taste.

Just one and then I would walk away.

And then, one became two, and two became three, until I was laying in my own bed, with her almost-naked, fucking sensual body atop mine, begging me to fuck her.

Bit by bit, little by little, I’d slowly given in to temptation—breaking my rigid rules.

And now, my soul was being stripped away.

Because, not only did I want to fuck this little bunny, so tempting and beautiful, her heart full of so much love, but I also wanted to wake up every day and see her beautiful eyes staring up at me with the same emotion she had when she came home from the hospital.

With absolute trust.

With all the love in that gigantic heart—Just. For. Me.

Despite everything I’d done to avoid falling for her—to resist her pestering, sweet innocence, to build a wall impossibly high and wide and strong—her sweetness still managed to seep through, filling me with a love and obsession that I could barely control.

And now, I was perched precariously on the top of that wall, teetering dangerously close to the edge. My mind was a jumbled mess of madness, small fragments breaking off like sharp rocks and tumbling down into the depths of my insanity.

I was afraid.

More afraid of her than any other thing because—if we did this—if I let her slide over my hard cock like I wanted her to, I would lose all control.

I would become consumed by a primal desire to possess her completely and utterly.

I would want to own her.

To never let her step from my house.

To cut out the eyeballs of any other man who even looked at her.

All I would ever be able to think about, would be her.

And even in my dreams...

I had no doubt that even my dreams would be filled with her.

I was already slowly going mad with my need for her.

And, the problem was, I didn't even want to be rescued.

I wanted to lose myself in this woman, and let the EMT take care of my heart afterwards.

"Rook?" her eyebrows furrowed, the blue fire in them clouding over with worry. "Are you okay?" she whispered, genuine concern in her voice. "We don't..." she nudged her cute little nose against my jawline, pressing a soft kiss against it, playfully. "We can stop, if you want."

There was something so soft, sweet, and gentle in her voice that made me...

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