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Upon receiving instructions from him to take the rest of the morning off and spend time with Jasper, it dawned on me that it had been quite a while since I last rode the horse. Although I almost forgot that he was even on the grounds, I knew my equestrian staff had taken good care of him, which was to be expected given the generous amount of money I paid them. After shutting down my laptop, I headed toward my bedroom, but halted abruptly when I remembered she was still inside. I listened for any signs of movement, but the only sound that filled the air was silence. Feeling frustrated with myself, I made sure to dress as quietly as possible.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Her scent surrounded me when I approached the bed and I lingered over her naked body just beneath the covers. My cock stirred, rising to half-mast like a routine that was eager to go another round. But I hesitated. She looked too sweet and innocent, like little Bambi in my big bed. I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up for sex, and that was a problem.
I didn’t want to give a shit about that kind of thing. Growing weak at the sight of her resting wasn’t a part of the plan. I was paying to fill up her pussy, so I should be able to have her anytime I wanted.
Then, I saw her at the edge of the pond in her little shoes and my coat that was way too big draped over her curvy body, and the sight killed me. She looked so vulnerable. I had her on the horse with me before I stopped to think it through.
I couldn’t even deny the fact that I liked having her ride around the grounds with me. It reminded me of the rides I used to take with Charlotte before she died. I was trying not to compare the experiences, not to think about Charlotte, but then Belle asked me about her.
I shut down the conversation as quickly as possible, but the blow to my blackened heart had already commenced. The mention of Charlotte brought with it a stark reminder of what I had lost and what could happen if I let myself fall in love again. I knew what kind of pain could come from that and I had already lost someone I loved.
I never truly thought it would be a problem. Then Belle came along.
All of a sudden, my charred heart was trying to beat again. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to put an end to it, but I still needed her to carry my child. The best way to get what I needed was to make Belle hate me. It would remove all the emotion, reminding her of her purpose. She was going to have my kid. That was what she was going to do.Allshe was going to do.
With that on my mind, I led her to a different part of the castle, taking her somewhere I knew she’d never been before. I glanced back over my shoulder to see a timid look on her face. She was nervous. I couldn’t exactly blame her. I was taking her into uncharted territory, and that was probably a little concerning after I cut out her birth control last night.
Too bad. She was going to have to get used to letting me fuck her where and when I wanted, but the fucking would come later, because my blood ran hot. I haven’t chased in a long time, and after seeing Belle writhe under my grip last night, I was dying to see the spark of fear settle in her gaze before I forced her legs apart for my pleasure. As I made my way to a secluded area of the castle, where no other living beings could be found, I arrived at a massive black door and gave it a gentle push. She stood behind me, leaning over my shoulder to get a glimpse of the dimly lit room beyond. The sight of her shoulders lifting and her breath becoming labored caused a surge of desire to wash over me and made my mouth water.
I flicked on the light, unable to resist the urge to watch her face as she walked inside. To the untrained eye, this room would look like a bedroom at first, but Belle’s eyes got big and round as she looked closer, realizing that the bed was round and leather-bound. Her gaze flicked up to the mirrors on the ceiling and the other unconventional furniture in the room.
Her eyes lingered on the padded sawhorse for almost a full minute. When I glanced down at her chest, I saw her nipples were hard, although this carpeted room was warmer than the rest of the castle.
She was at least in intrigued by the possibilities. That was a start. I flashed her a wicked grin.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded, closing the door behind her. “And don’t forget, Belle. The first fuck was for breeding, but this one is for pleasure.”
My palms burned as I waited for her to remove her clothing. She took each piece off one by one and they floated to the soft carpeted floor below her. I’d seen her naked numerous times, but something about the way her cheeks heated in this intimate moment made my cock pulse with need. Maybe it was the uncertainty of the situation or the carnal stare in my eyes as I circled her slowly.
“All of it,” I said, my words staining the air.
The tip of her pink tongue slithered across her bottom lip and a bud of a smile tipped at the corner of my mouth. Thoughts about how her lips would feel vacuumed around the base of my flesh made my mouth water. When the last of her clothes puddled around her feet, I raised my finger and motioned her to take a step forward. She did as told, her chest rising and falling as the ridge of her back went straight. She followed my movements as I retrieved a silky nightgown.
I held it out. “Be a good girl.”
She studied it, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she eyed the flimsy material. Her casual clothing was in no shape to be chased in. I wanted her semi-exposed, and easily accessible when I caught her in my arms and brought her back to this room to be fucked senseless.
She took it out of my hands and slipped it over her naked body. It barely covered her ass, and her tits spilled out over the top. Fucking delicious. With her lips parted, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and met my gaze.
I leaned in and let my lips brush the shell of her ear. “Run.”
She slipped out of my grasp and out of the door. I waited, counting under my breath to give her a head start. This part of the castle was unfamiliar to her, but I knew it like the back of my hand. The halls were draped in darkness; the walls were hollow enough that my dark laughter bounced off of them and echoed through every corridor.
I shed my tight riding gear, feeling the relief of loosened muscles and unburdened skin. Slipping into a pair of soft, dark joggers, I relished in the freedom of movement they provided. The cool tiles of the floor welcomed the soles of my bare feet. Their gentle hush contrasted Belle’s plaintive whimpers that echoed through the hallways. Following the sound, I playfully peppered the air with deep chuckles, my voice rich and warm as Belle’s name tumbled off my lips in a singsong cadence. The syllables rolled with playful ease.
“You can run, little dove, but you can’t hide.”
I imagined a shudder throttling her spine, sending a wave of pricky goosebumps across her skin. A devious smirk crept up one side of my face as I prowled toward her, the sound of my footsteps silent against the marble flooring. Drawing closer, I let out a low chuckle, feeling the heat of my breath caress the back of her neck, causing her to tremble involuntarily. I moved with calculated precision, my hand snaking around her waist like a vise, holding her firmly in place.
“You don’t have to tell me you want it. I already know,” I said, sliding a finger into her wet pussy.
She moaned at the sensation, and I removed my fingers before slipping them past her plump lips. A sparked ignited in my veins as the warmth of her tongue danced around the pads of my fingers.
I grasped a handful of her hair, savoring the softness of the strands as they wound around my fingers. With a gentle tug, I extended her neck, exposing the smooth expanse of skin to my gaze. “Come on, Belle,” I breathed, the rasp of my voice tinged with a hint of amusement. “Make me work for it a little bit more. Now fucking run from me.”
As soon as my grip slackened, she wriggled free, her movements frenzied as she dashed down the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls in a cacophony of sound. With each twist and turn, she stumbled and tripped, the harsh slap of her feet against the cold tile floor punctuating her frantic escape.
Despite the erotic satisfaction I derived from watching her flail about, a growing restlessness gnawed at me, and I lent a hand. My voice boomed through the corridors, the deep timbre of it reverberating against the walls as I barked out directions at each turn, my footsteps a steady beat only inches from her own.
