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Alaric
“This is really good,” Monroe tells me between bites. She cuts another large piece of steak and dips it in the creamy pepper sauce. “But I have to say, I’m surprised you let me have the steak knife.”
“I’m only worried about keeping heavy objects out of your reach.” The back of my head throbs at the reminder, and guilt briefly flashes over her face, but it disappears just as quickly. I’m actually not mad at her for trying to get away. Truth be told, I’m impressed she managed to get as far as she did. I’m only mad at myself for letting it happen in the first place. I won’t turn my back on her again.
“Trust me, little girl. I’m much faster and stronger than you. Not to mention, I was trained in hand-to-hand combat. It’s more likely that you hurt yourself with that than hurt me.”
She studies my face, and I can basically see the wheels turning. She is thinking about trying it, maybe even calling my bluff. I ready myself to fight off her attack, letting possible scenarios run through my mind. But then she simply shoves the steak into her mouth and chews slowly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t try anything…again. I would most likely only hurt myself.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I eagerly pull it out. Typing in the code, I unlock it and find the message I’ve been waiting for all day. It’s from Dr. Houseman, letting me know that Monroe's test results all came back normal.
A rush of excitement fills my veins, to the point of not being able to sit still. Just thinking about what I have planned for tonight has my cock straining against my zipper. I shift in my seat. I’m not used to feeling this way, feeling so exhilarated about anything.
Monroe must notice my mood change as well. “Is everything all right?”
I clear my throat. “Yes. I just forgot the wine.” Scooting my chair back, I get up and step into the kitchen. I stay on high alert while turning my back toward her. I won’t let her sneak up on me again, but I am worried about her accidentally cutting herself.
While listening to her carefully, I get the bottle of chilled wine out of the fridge and pour two glasses. When I put the corkscrew back into the drawer, I slide my hand under the drawer inserts and grab the small clear bag with the tip of my finger.
Quickly, I open it and pour the contents into the wineglass. It dissolves right away, making it impossible for her to see. Dropping the empty bag into the sink, I grab the glasses and spin back around.
Monroe hasn’t stopped eating and is almost done with everything on her plate. She was either very hungry or she really liked that food. No matter the reason, I’m glad she is eating. On an empty stomach, she would be more likely to get sick when she wakes up.
I hand her the glass of wine, and she takes it unsuspectingly. I watch her take a few sips while I sit down to finish my own food. By the time I’m done, Monroe has finished her wine, and I know it won’t be long before she feels its effects.
“Monroe,” I call her name, and her gaze lifts to mine. She tucks a strain of hair behind her ear, and I catch her hand trembling. She’s smart and has good instincts. Her gut is telling her that this situation is off.
“Something is wrong,” she states.
“I want to fuck you, Monroe,” I admit. “But I have a certain way I want it to happen, a kink of mine I want to play out… I want you to be asleep.”
Her eyebrows furrow together. She doesn't understand what I’m saying, or maybe she just doesn’t want to.
“What do you mean…?” She trails off, the last word a little slurred.
I can see the exact moment she realizes what is going on. Her eyes go wide, and her lips part with an intake of a quick breath.
“You…” She can only get that one word out, but that’s all she needs. That one word holds enough accusation, disappointment, and hatred for an entire speech. Regret trickles into my mind, but it’s minuscule and quickly overwritten by the unbridled lust I’m feeling.
Monroe pushes up to her feet. The chair skates over the floor before falling over and hitting the tile floor with a loud crash. I get up just as quickly, knowing it won’t be long before her legs give out.
I reach for her, but she frantically tries to get away, shoving against my chest. Her beautiful face is distorted with anguish, and I wish I hadn’t told her anything yet. I should’ve waited a few more minutes.
“It’s going to be okay,” I assure her. “I won’t hurt you, doll.”
She sways to the side, suddenly reaching for me instead of pushing me away. I pull her closer as her knees give out, and she falls into my arms. I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.
By the time I place her on the mattress, she’s completely out of it. Her eyes are closed, and her hair falls into a blond halo around her head. She is so fucking beautiful. An angel I don't deserve… but I will have her anyway.
I undo my zipper and pull down my pants, needing to free my cock. It juts out like an iron pole. I don’t think I've ever been this hard. This is my absolute fantasy, my deepest and darkest desire played out.
Yes, I’ve done this before, but it was different. The women I’ve done this with before knew what I was going to do. Monroe had no idea what was coming, and that part is a huge turn-on. But most importantly, the others weren’t Monroe. They weren't as innocent and perfect as she is. No one measures up to her.
I strip out of the rest of my clothes until I’m completely bare. Then I start peeling Monroe’s clothes from her sleeping form. I unwrap her like a present on Christmas morning. With every inch of skin I reveal, my excitement grows.
