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I grow hard, thinking of the way I made her pleasure herself with those pretty little fingers of hers. It took every ounce of self-control in my body to leave her last night. To not drag her up to her bedroom. Throw her on that bed and do whatever I wanted.
Did I really demand that she…
Marry me?
What is wrong with me? I’m spiraling out of control. I just hate how much I feel for her, how often I think about her, how much control she has over me. That’s probably why I did it. To gain the upper hand.
I could have had the pilot make that emergency landing, handing her off to another set of brothers to deal with. Or when we landed, I could have handed her off then. Instead, I locked her away in my mansion.
Told her she’d be my wife.
The truth is, now that she’s crossed our lines, her becoming my wife is the only real way to protect her. Needless to say, our business dealings require discretion. The family does not like snoops.
The only ones who are truly safe are the ones who hold the last name Bachman.
We never hurt one of our own.
I run a hand through my hair, wanting to kick my own ass for getting tangled up in this. In her. I exit the doors of my mansion, giving the two brothers I’ve left on guard a nod as I go.
The grass is soft under the soles of my shoes as I make my way over to my dad’s place.
I turn my focus to the real reason for this trip. Family. A low wave of nausea rolls through my stomach. I hate seeing my dad like this. Sick. Weak. Sad. He was a rock my whole life.
Stoic. Strong. Brave.
Who knew love could take you in her palm and crush you like a dried leaf?
An annoying voice nags me from the back of my mind, warning me to get rid of the girl instead of risking falling in love myself. I’ve seen firsthand what a broken heart can do to you. I’m in danger.
In my other relationships, women often complained that I didn’t give gifts, frequently missed birthdays, and hated Valentine’s Day. And here, I spent the morning searching for the perfect cat. I even had one of those microchip trackers installed in the furball to be sure she wouldn’t get lost.
As I watched them inject the tiny chip just below the kitten’s skin, I wanted to ask if they’d do Lindy next.
The girl is turning me into a psycho.
Again… I ask myself…why did I keep her?
I should be more bothered by the idea of her as a wife than I am. I should be finding a way to make this problem go away. Instead, I’m hunting down kittens.
“I’m obsessed.” My spoken words disappear on the warm, salty breeze.
Now that I’ve allowed myself to say them, I know them to be true.
I am obsessed.
The saddest part?
It didn’t start on the jet when I spanked her ass just to get the satisfaction of seeing my own handprint raise up, angry and red on her soft flesh. It didn’t start when I wrapped her hair around my fist and dug my cock into her perfect pussy. It wasn’t even at the club, her body warm against mine as we grinded in time with the thumping of the bass drum.
It began months ago.
In February Savage came to me with information our street team collected. The street team keeps boots on the ground, living undercover in the city. They are our ears and eyes amongst the people, gathering information on anything that could threaten our group.
“Bro. You won’t believe what I just heard.” He pulled out a thick red folder, laying it on the desk. “One of the news outlets in the city is targeting us. They want to write a super scandalous piece about our sex lives, get someone behind our bedroom doors to write an article about it. They’ve got this team of pretty women ready to take up the challenge.”
“That’s nice. Too bad they’ll never breach our walls,” I said.
