Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series

by Blake, Carina

  She grips the zipper on her side and pulls, biting on her bottom lip as she struggles with the damn thing. Either she was a professional liar, or she has truly never done something like this. It better be the latter or I’ll destroy all those who came before me. She may be a virgin, but she could have done everything else. I have to tamp down that insanely jealous attitude. Walking up to her, I grab the front of it and tear it straight down the center. She gasps, and her perfectly perky tits bounce free. Her light pink nipples on display tighten and harden with the feel of my stare. My sweet little virgin is turned on, which is really fucking good.

  She’s so damn sexy that my cock jerks in my slacks, but despite the delicious sight before me, the fact that she doesn’t have a bra on hasn’t gone unnoticed. “If you ever walk out without a bra on again, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Do you hear me?” A fierce sense of possessiveness colors my voice. Her eyes flash with desire but then calm instantly, as if she’s fighting the attraction.

  “Um…I’m not yours for more than the night.”

  I try hard not to laugh. I didn’t know the exact rules for this exchange ring, but I know that one night with her will never be enough. I don’t care what anyone says. “Who the fuck told you that bullshit?” I growl. Even the notion that she could leave sends a wave of emotions through me that I can’t process.

  “My father,” she whispers, blushing a pretty pink that goes down to her throat.

  As sexy as she is, my need gets a cold chill when she mentions who her fucking handler is. I break out in a chuckle because I’ve never been so damn disgusted than I am right now. Her sick father sold her off to the highest bidder. Me. I’m the sick fuck who bought her.

  “Well, I own you. Do you think I’d pay that much for virgin pussy? Pussy’s pussy.” I know that’s not true because looking at her, I see more than just a way to get my rocks off; I have plans for her that include so much more than a one-night stand.

  “Then why buy my virginity? I’m sure it’s going to be terrible.” I chuckle because she sounds like she’s trying to talk me out of it, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind. Terrible? Not likely. I’m already throbbing and ready to blow my load.

  “I need an heir, and a little innocent thing like you would be perfect. You are a virgin, aren’t you?” I question. I’m almost positive that she is, but I must hear it from her lips.

  “Of course,” she exclaims, crossing her arms in a huff under her breasts, pushing those magnificent tits up. My mouth waters as I picture sucking on them until she’s marked up and coming apart for me, but I have questions that I need answered. I’m not sure why they matter, but they do.

  “I know your pussy has never been touched, but what about these?” My finger twirls around her nipple, stiffening the tiny pale pink nub instantly. She only replies with a shake of her head that just won’t do. I pinch her other nipple, sending her gaze to meet mine. “When I ask you a question, I want you to answer it out loud. Has anyone played with your tits?”

  “No.” I give them each a light caress for good measure. Later, I’ll feast on them, but for now, I commence my interrogation.

  Grabbing her wrist, I turn her palm up and bring it to my cock. “Have you touched another man’s cock?” I don’t even know how I got the words past my lips but I did, quickly removing her hand from my meat before I embarrass myself.

  “No.”

  Lifting my hand to her lips, I brush my thumb over the bottom one. It’s soft and plump, making me want to taste her. “What about these lips? Have you kissed another man?”

  “No.” Wow, I’ve got a lot to teach my little Dove. She created a monster and doesn’t even know it.

  “Good. Now, I’m going to give you your first lesson.” I cup her cheek, drop my head and taste her lips. It’s light at first, and then I slip one hand through her hair, gripping the back of her neck while my other hand skims down her backside, squeezing her firm ass. Fuck, the feel, the taste of her lips goes straight to my balls. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and it’s just a fucking kiss. I pull back, absorbing the reaction she creates in me. I’m not sure I fucking like it. I’m vulnerable and I can’t be, especially because of paid-for pussy.

  I need to regain my power and control back. “On your knees. You’re going to suck my cock,” I command, taking a step back to create some distance.

  “What? But…”

  Damn it. I don’t let anyone get away with talking back except my little brother, and I’m not ready to give her that fucking power over me. She’s just a sexy piece of ass to use. Just saying that shit makes me feel fucked up inside. Still, I’ve got a job to do, and that’s to get her well-bred with my heir while screaming my name. I have a feeling that a lifetime in her pussy will never be enough.

  “Do you want to leave now and give yourself to that old fuck out there?” Just thinking about that bastard has calmed my dick down, but then the image of her on her back for the fucker engulfs me with hatred for him. I ought to go find him and put a bullet in his head. I make a mental note to tell Fernando to find out who he is. I’m going to destroy him one way or another.

  “No.” That’s a good answer because I’d have to kill him anyway.

  Even if she had said yes, I wouldn’t have let her walk out of here to another man no matter what happened. “Then don’t make me tell you again. Knees.” She looks up at me, tits rock hard, eyes curious, lips fucking plump as she lowers herself to her knees. I free him from the tight confines of my slacks; the fucker’s aching to be inside her tight confines, but first, I want to punish her for turning me into this sick bastard. Paying for sex.

  She stares at my thick rod that’s glistening with a fuckload of cum on the tip, ready for her mouth and her tits. “Don’t be afraid. Wrap those fuckable lips around it.” She cranes her neck and sticks her tiny pink tongue out. The rush is insane. I’m higher than a kite with lust for Dove. Damn, she’s going to be the death of me, but in my profession, it may be the best way to go. Fuck! It pisses me off how much I’m thinking with my dick, just like my father.

  I push my jacket off and start to unbutton my shirt, tucking the bottom away from my dick to keep them out of her face because I’m about to get a little rough with her.

  Grabbing her cheeks, I squeeze and she opens up for me. I press my thumb down inside her mouth, holding it open. Sliding my cock inside, I watch her reaction. She’s not sure of herself. Her teeth scrape me a little hard, but I let it go. Soon she’ll be taking my cock down like a pro. She relaxes just a bit and then fidgets. I look, and she’s clenching her thighs together. “That’s a good girl, suck my cock like it’s the only one you get.” She does as commanded, picking up the pace, gagging a little and pulling off and back on. Fuck, she’s getting too good too fast. I’m going to nut down her throat in another minute.

  “That’s it, baby.” I pull out of her sexy mouth and grab her chin, turning it up to face me. “Did you like that?” From her squirming, I’m sure she fucking did.

  She nods. I lift my brow. “Yes,” she answers properly. I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt, peeling it off and letting it fall on the floor.

  “Is your pussy wet from sucking on my cock, knowing how close your sexy mouth was getting me to come down your throat? Would you like that?”

  “Yes.” Her eyes give away how aroused she is as I lose the rest of my clothes. Standing in front of her, naked and harder than steel, I watch her hungry appraisal.

  “Part your thighs and let me see what’s mine.” She does what she’s told and leans back on the floor, spreading her legs wide. Her wetness coats her thighs and the thin material of the black thong she’s wearing. “Push your panties over and let me see that soaking wet cunt.” Her fingers shake as she pushes the black lacy material to the side. Seeing her slit makes me ravenous. Bending down, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I grab her panties and drag them down her slender legs. Slamming her thighs open, I dip my head between her heat, breathing he
r untouched core. My tongue lashes at her slit. Her body flexes and a sexy gasp escapes her chest. I need more of her cries and taste.

  I slip one finger into her tight channel, feeling how insanely difficult it’s going to be to work my big cock inside her. I growl against her mound, knowing I’m fucking addicted to her pussy. This isn’t good. I’m a man obsessed. She cries out, grabbing the sheets as she comes. I eat her release up while I pump two digits into her depths, stretching her out.

  “Mine,” I grunt against her snatch. Fuck, I’m in a world of trouble. “Do you like your pussy devoured like that? You need more?”

  She shakes her head vigorously, forgetting the rules. I pop her pussy with my hand and then suck hard. “Yes, yes. Please make me come, Victor.” She creams, coming on my face with her pussy pushing up in my face. Growling, I’m so damn hard that cum drips onto the sheets. She opens her eyes, surprised by her own response. I pump two fingers into her, doing my best to make her as wet as possible.

  I pull them out of her soaking, throbbing cunt and lick her flavor off.

  “Time to seal the deal.” Leaning over her, I thrust my cock forward in one motion, tearing the thin membrane, making her officially mine. The feeling of pride is short-lived when I see the tears in her eyes. A part of me returns to being human for just a moment.

  “The pain will pass, baby.” My mouth closes on hers, kissing her until she relaxes. It feels too fucking good to continue, so I break our kiss before I nut. “Better?” I ask, reaching between us to cup her tit, squeezing her nipple.

  “Yes,” she answers. I pull out and then push slowly back in, hitting her cervix. The thought of splashing that fucker with my jizz and creating our family causes me to drill her pussy faster and faster. Her big tits bounce, dragging my focus to them. I can’t take my eyes off of them, so I bend and suck one into my mouth, grunting and moaning while she roles her hips up, taking me deeper into her, stretching the fuck out of her little hole.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, little Dove,” I whisper, licking her supple flesh.

  “Victor,” she moans.

  “I’m going to fill your little pussy with my seed.” I bite down, causing her to cry out and clench around my shaft. “Fuck. Take it all, Dove.”

  “Fill me up, Victor.” She clings to me and arches her chest in my face.

  I come hard into her depths.

  I collapse onto her, using my elbows on the mattress to hold off my weight. Staring down at her, she blushes, and I have to take those plump, swollen lips. “Was that okay?”

  “It was…” Incredible, indescribable. My phone rings, giving me an out before I confess my sudden addiction, so I pull out of her and go to grab it, walking into the bathroom so she doesn’t hear the conversation.

  It’s Avanti. “What’s up?”

  “I need to have a word with you. It’s important. I only need a minute of your time.”

  “Fine. It better be quick.” He wants to meet downstairs, which means I need to leave her briefly. I’m flooded with indecision. I slip on my clothes and say, “Don’t leave this room. I’ll be back soon.”

  “What—are you trying to score a double-virgin night?” I refuse to dignify that with an answer because I feel guilty as fuck for what just happened.

  “Behave. Shower and get back in bed.” I leave the room, regretting it immediately. Leaving her alone bothers me, but what can I do? It’s not like I can take her with me, especially since I shredded her clothes. After my meeting, I’ll make it up to my future wife. I text one of my men and tell him to be at my door. He meets me on the stairwell. “Don’t leave this door until I return. Under no circumstances is she allowed to leave. If anyone comes up here, send them on their way. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. And don’t fucking touch her.” The thought of someone putting their hands on her makes me livid.

  When I arrive at Avanti’s office, he has a shit-eating grin on his face. “So you found some little morsel palatable after all?” I should have expected it, considering my vehemence and their lack of respect.

  “Did you have something to impart, or are you wasting my time?”

  “I saw that you bought the lovely Dove Falcone. I thought her father was nuts to put her up for so much, but it seemed you swooped in and stole her from another buyer.” He can’t stop smiling, and it makes me want to put a bullet in his head.

  “Again. Do you have something important to say?” I ask with a hiss. With every second he wastes of mine, I get closer to pulling out my gun.

  “No. The money has been received, and I’m certain from your rumpled clothes that you’ve made good work of that body of hers.”

  “Enough. Do not talk about her like a whore, or it’ll be the last thing you do.”

  “Whoa.” He holds his hands up as if he’s really intimidated by me. “Relax. You know the money’s only for the night.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s good because I wouldn’t give these fuckers another dollar of my money. I’m going to take what I want. She’s old enough to leave, and that’s what we’re doing.”

  “What about our business?”

  “I’ll be in touch.” He stands up and we shake on it. I have to get to her before they try to take her from me. Leaving his office, I maintain my control but I take out my phone and message my driver to be prepared. The party’s still going on, but the groupings are smaller. I avoid all of them and dash up to the guest room.

  “She has not left,” Marcelino says.

  “Good.” I open the door to find her in one of my dress shirts that goes just to the bottom of her ass, lying down on the bed, curled into a ball.

  “Little Dove,” I call out and wait for a response, but I don’t get one. Seeing that she’s asleep, I prepare to leave. I call the woman who does the gifts for my mother. She answers, even though it’s only early morning there. “I need a full wardrobe and all the feminine necessities delivered to my estate before evening.”

  “Que tamaño, Señor Serrano?”

  I pick up the torn dress and panties. “A size six with ample breast room, and the panties are a five in American sizes.”

  “Very well. I will get started.”

  “Good.”

  I hang up and check on Dove, who’s still fast asleep and looking sexy as fuck. I don’t want her to put up a fight as I take her back on my private jet, so the longer she stays asleep, the better.

  “Are we ready?” Fernando and the men are getting everything done so I can get out of here as fast as humanly possible.

  “Yes, everything is ready.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down to the SUV, carrying her away from the entrance to the party hall. I don’t want to run into her father, or I might have to kill him. A light sigh comes from her parted lips, drawing my attention to them. I ache to drop my head down and take her mouth, but I can’t kiss her or I’ll want to shove my dick into her tiny cunt again and she’s not ready for that. We wait inside with the heat on as they load up my suitcase and theirs. The money I spent on her was disgusting, but from now on, every dollar will be spent on her behalf.

  Five minutes later, we’re rolling out of the estate for good.

  She curls into me as she sleeps, and this strange feeling hits me. I want her to be comfortable in my arms always. The anger I felt earlier shifts to its rightful place—straight at me. I’m a bastard for taking what I wanted. I used her like a whore when I knew damn well she’s not. Whatever her reason for the money, I’m still the asshole who took her virginity.

  I make some calls and get things done over the phone. The papers will be waiting for me the moment we step out of the car. I have to make this right for everyone, but the first step is to legally make her mine.

  There are four men waiting when we arrive on the tarmac: my pilot, the judge, his assistant, and a notary.

  “Thank you for being here. I want to be up and out as soon as we take our seats,” I inform Ernesto, who nods and departs. Next is the judge and his n
otary with him to get this marriage over with.

  “Sir, you know she’s not in the right frame of mind to sign that,” the notary says to the judge, making me want to shove my foot up his ass.

  I don’t wait for the judge to respond to the fuckhead. I didn’t ask them to have a fucking conscience. I told them to bring me the most unscrupulous motherfuckers they had. “Do I look like I give a fuck? You’re here to do one job, and that’s to legalize this. I’m paying you a lot of money for it.”

  “Yes, Mr. Serrano.” His little bitch whimper lets me know that his outburst is good and dead.

  I brush her soft cheek, and she sighs sweetly. “Mi amor, I need you to wake up for a minute.”

  Her eyes open slightly. “Victor,” she calls out and brushes her lips against my chin. Fuck, I’m standing there with her in my arms and my dick stiffer than hell trying to get her to marry me, and she has to go and do something so fucking adorable. I look up at the asshole who questioned me and give him a smirk.

  “Dove, sign here.” She looks up at me sleepily, smiles, and signs it, falling asleep again. I do my best to control my urge to kiss her. I sign, and the judge does his part followed by the notary. Fernando scans the document with his phone and then shows it to me. “Great. Thank you, gentlemen. My wife needs her rest.” Everything happens in an instant, and we’re through with the legalities without any trouble.

  I shake their hands while Fernando handles the payment, and then I turn and carry my little wife onto the plane. I sit Dove down in a seat and buckle her in because we’re about to take off. After giving orders to the staff to leave us be, I buckle myself in as well. The men move to the back of the plane to give us some privacy.

  I do my best to focus on other things while we’re in the air, but my head constantly lifts and turns to stare at the beauty beside me. God, what have I gotten myself into? I can’t and won’t let her go, but how the hell is this supposed to work? I reach over and brush a strand of hair away from her angelic face. She moves and sighs, but instead of waking, she snuggles deeper down into her seat. I get up and place a blanket on my little wife. I look at her and know I’m no better than my father. I exchanged money for her virginity. Still, I won’t change the path we’re on. We’ll just have to make this work.