This house feels different with her inside of it.I've never wanted to be around another person...at all.Let alone so fucking badly. She's like a steady heartbeat in the middle of a gale, the purity of it, the reassurance of her, drawing me closer. Closer.I thought telling her about my past might make her understand why I'm such a bastard—and why I'll continue to be one. But she clammed up when I tried to kiss her. Have I ruined anything that might happen between us? If I could turn back the clock an hour and change my actions, I would. I'd allow the perfect exploration of her mouth on my cock without turning it into something forceful.Better yet, I'd go down on her instead.My dick is already hard from being close to Grace, but it swells painfully when I think of getting my tongue between her thighs. Now that will be an effective apology. Far better than words. But first, I have another impulse that is entirely unlike me. I want to...be sensitive with this girl. Whatever the hell
"Once I lick this, angel, I'm the only one who licks it." I pin her knees open wide. "Is that understood?""Yes, sir," she whimpers.My groan is loud enough to wake the dead. I'm called sir all day long by my staff and yet when Grace does it, I almost come in my pants, my mouth latching eagerly onto her pussy, sucking her smooth flesh, inhaling the pure femininity until I can taste her in the back of my throat. I don't make her wait for that first stroke of my tongue up the split of her sex, stopping at her clit and applying pressure, pressure, before teasing it in quick rubs."Oh!" Her thighs jerk, trying to close around my head, but I keep them open. I keep them wide. Because I'm not leaving an inch untouched. This is a claiming. "Al-Al-William. What is...oh, please, please. Keep going."Like I could remove my tongue from this paradise?My cock wants in. It throbs so hard, I'm fucking dizzy, humping the couch cushions like an animal in heat. I remove my hand from where it has been k
I wake with a start in an unfamiliar place.The last thing I remember last night is losing consciousness on the couch in William's library. There's a vague memory of being carried up a staircase, but that's where my recollection ends. Slowly, I peek an eye open and look around, my eyes bugging out at the sight that greets me.First of all, I'm in a man's room. There's no doubt about that.Everything is decorated in deep, chocolate leather and hunter green hues. I'm in the center of a gigantic bed complete with the softest sheets I've ever felt on my skin—a far cry from the scratchy ones I'm used to. Light peeks in from around heavy curtains, an antique fan turns lazily on the ceiling. This is luxury.I also suspect this is William's room. Does that mean...he slept beside me?My skin flushes at the possibility. Not to mention when I think of what happened last night. I'm not a virgin anymore. Far from it. I'm not sure it's possible for a woman to have one's virginity taken so...thoroug
There is something happening inside my chest. It's a thawing sensation. The cold is melting away—and it happens a little more every time I look at Grace.I guide her up the steps into my jet, glaring at the man fueling the plane for staring at her legs a second too long. Possessiveness sinks into me like fucking claws and I almost second-guess my decision to take her outside of my home. Maybe I should confine her to my bedroom for at least a month until she's used to being mine and mine alone. Until she is so addicted to my cock that she gets wet every time she hears my footsteps approaching.Those would be the actions of a bad man, though.I am a bad man. But somewhere in the middle of the night, while watching her sleep so peacefully, I didn't want to be one anymore.At least, not to Grace. Fuck everyone else.She stumbles to a stop in front of me, twisting the hem of her dress in her hands. I come up beside her and look over, finding her mouth in an O shape. "Are we the only ones w
Ignoring my throbbing dick, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. "You can't just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?""Can I order you to start feeling something?""Like what?" she asks."Like happiness. With me. Now.""Just because I'm scared in this moment doesn't mean I'm not happy overall."I process that, surprised to find it has a calming effect in my chest. Perhaps if I add to her happiness, it will eclipse the fear completely. "What else can I do to
In my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined being in love in Paris.Clocks and calendars don't exist. There is only day and night and William.When we arrived at the hotel, he practically had to carry me through the lobby because I kept stumbling into things in a daze, unable to believe what I was seeing. Everything shimmered and glowed. Chandeliers the size of cars, indoor fountains, people elegantly dressed. And our room was even better. Cream furniture, artwork on the walls, a furnished balcony overlooking the magical city, the Eiffel Tower in the distance.It took us two days to leave the massive suite because every time I got dressed in one of the new outfits that had been waiting for me, William felt the need to take it off. We've made love in every room of the suite several times. Not to mention on the balcony and once in the private elevator on the way upstairs after arrival.True to his word, William has spoiled me rotten and I've given up on trying to convince him I do
It's when we land at the airport that dread begins to build in my belly.Paris was a fairytale, but reality is intruding fast.William carries me off the plane and keeps me on his lap in the back of the limousine. I cling to him, inhaling the masculine scent from his neck like a lifeline. I've allowed too much time to pass without telling William the truth. But I have to believe he'll understand. I have to believe that the man he's become will be compassionate and patient. He's not the lord of the manor anymore, right?I close my eyes and snuggle closer, praying with all my might that our love is strong enough to survive the truth about who I am. Why I was on that road in the first place the day he picked me up."You haven't talked to your family since we left," he says, kissing my neck, licking it in the shape of a heart. "If you want to invite them over for dinner tomorrow, I can start preparing myself to be irritated now."Despite my worry, I have to giggle. "You're so sure you'll
What in God's name have I done?Acid boils in my stomach, pain jabbing the backs of my eyes. The world is lacking in all sound as I turn in several directions, searching for Grace. There is no sign of her. She has vanished into the landscape, taking all of the color and sound along with her. My breaths are loud in my ears, dizziness rising up and causing me to pitch sideways, thanks to memories of her stricken expression.What did I just do?Jesus, how could I say those things to her?She was sent to me as a sacrifice. A virgin offering. It brought her into my life, yes, but she never should have been put in that position. As far as she knew, I was an evil bastard before we met. What if I'd been the kind of man who hurts women? The fact that she was put in potential danger is unacceptable. She's eighteen, for godsakes. Her family is supposed to protect her, not use her for their own advantage.And I...I blamed her.Lashed out in anger and said truly mean things that I didn't mean in a