I doubt she’ll see it coming.
This night isn’t going to end the way she thinks it will.
With anticipation thrumming in my neck, wrist, loins, I pull on her hair, her feet stumbling around on the floor in front of me.
“Please, sir, l-let me go. My boss is going to wonder where I am.” She reaches up and tries to disengage my fist from her hair. “Please! You can’t just steal a maid.”
My lord, she doesn’t even need coaching.
“And yet, I did, didn’t I?” I say, my tone already coarse, my balls squeezing in misery, already dying to be empty.Not yet. We have a way to go.Using my grip on Vida’s hair, I tilt her head to the right and rake my teeth up the side of her neck, all too aware I’m leaving marks. “Stole the prettiest little one, too, didn’t I?” I step to the side and deliver a hard spanking to her perky backside, the slap echoing throughout the vestibule,followed by a second. A third. “Go.Run.When I catch you, Ibreedyou. This time, I’m not even bothering to start with a condom.”
Her eyes flash to mine.
Confused at first.
Curious.
And then, miracle of miracles…eager.
SEVENTEEN
Vida
When I catch you,I breed you.
This time, I’m not even bothering to start with a condom.
Those promises play on a loop in my head as I run through an opulent living room and scamper up the stairs in nothing but a thong. My breath comes in shuddering gasps, adrenaline snaking and expanding throughout my body.Enliveningme. Enough silver moonlight pours in through the windows of the townhouse that I can see it is exquisitely decorated.
Huge. Masculine.
Lots of places to hide.
But when I’m found…
Tripp wants to breed me?
Impregnate me?Now?
As an eighteen-year-old girl, I shouldn’t want that. I should want to be focused on my education, as I always have been. Tripp and I only metthis week. The idea of getting pregnant by him shouldn’t make me feel like I’m swimming in a lake offire. The cotton of my panties shouldn’t be so sodden right now, the wet material clinging to my sex as I dash down a corridor, opening doors as quietly as possible, my breathing loud in my ears.
The first time we had sex, I assumed he took off the condom because he got carried away. But he’s being intentional now. Planning ahead of time to come inside me.
I could have saidmussels, but I didn’t.
I didn’t.
Because the thought of my intensely sexy and loving boyfriend tracking me down in this house with the express intent to get me pregnant makes my pulse clamor, a sexual high taking over my decision-making process. I can see him on top of me, his body stiffening and straining as he ejaculates, wanting to put a baby in my stomach…and it doesn’tjustturn me on.
I’m suddenly untamed.
Wild.
On the stairs, I hear footsteps.
A sob of need wells up inside me, the sound, the expectancy of what’s to come, so large there’s no end or beginning. I stumble left into a room that looks like…a sports room of some kind? Quickly, I close the door behind me and look around. Shelves line the walls, laden with trophies. Medals. Cups. Are these all of Tripp’s accomplishments? A pool table sits in the middle of the room, balls racked, moonlight spilling onto the green felt surface. I move silently to a door on the other side of the room, finding a closet filled with coats.
I get inside and hunker down, knees pulled up to my chest, shivering.
