by J. L. Beck
As soon as I’m in the driver’s seat, I drape my shirt over her shoulders. She glances up at me briefly, confusion in her big, blue eyes, almost like she doesn’t understand why I’m offering her my shirt. Did she expect me to keep her naked? Tied up like a prisoner? I have to remind myself of how I must look to her. Big. Scary. Mean.
I know for a fact that she doesn’t understand why I acted like I did in front of my men. All she sees is this big guy, with scars on his face, who just took her as a debt paid, talking about killing. Fuck me. How am I going to make her understand that I won’t hurt her, especially with the huge fucking boner I’m sporting right now?
All I can think about is two things, protecting her and claiming her as mine in every way. Strangling the steering wheel, I force myself to simply breathe, but every breath I take contains a whiff of her floral scent, and like a wolf hunting its prey, I’m crazed with need. We drive for a few minutes; the car is filled with silence beside the sound of her ragged breathing.
“How did you end up with Drake?” I finally ask.
“I-I don’t know. My mind is fuzzy… I don’t remember.” She wraps her arms around herself, hugging her torso like she is about to fall apart. The way she looks right now hits me square in the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I have to protect her, make sure she’s okay at the very least, then I’ll figure out what I’m going to do with her next. First though, I need to ensure that she’s safe, make sure she knows that she doesn’t have anything to fear.
“That’s fine. It’ll come to you eventually. I just want you to know that I won’t hurt you, no one will.” I pause, giving her a moment to digest what I’ve said. “Everything is going to be okay. Don’t worry about a single thing.”
She doesn’t look up at me or say anything, and I know I’ll have to prove myself to her, earn her trust.
By the time we get to my house—some would call it a mansion—she is passed out, her head lulling against the window as I park in the driveway. For a long moment, I stare at her, drink her in like she’s a glass of the finest whiskey the world has to offer. Even in the dim lighting, she is absolutely stunning, her beauty undeniable. She reminds me of a doll, soft, fragile, the complete opposite in every way of me. Her body is relaxed now, her legs slightly parted, the view of her pussy playing peekaboo with me. I have to force myself to look away before I make good on taking her and claim her right here in the car.
With my cock already painfully hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans, I know it wouldn’t take much persuasion from the organ. Pushing the lustful thoughts away, I get out of the car as quietly as I can, but as soon as I open the door on her side, she startles awake, looking around the car disoriented and scared.
All I want to do is hold her in my arms, but when I reach for her, she flinches, her eyes darting past me like she is planning on running away. I wouldn’t even try, sweetheart. I think to myself. The fear in her eyes dulls when I slide my arms under her small body and pick her up.
“I told you, you’re safe with me. Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” I know I’ve already told her this a few times, but I think I’m going to have to tell her over and over again before it actually sinks in. Normally, I hate repeating myself, or maybe I’m just not used to doing so since my men know to listen the first time. Either way, I don’t care what I have to do to make sure she feels comfortable. It’s like all my rules and expectations have been turned upside down when it comes to her.
Taking into consideration that I’ve known her for less than an hour, I would say I’m fucked. She already has an unexplainable hold on me, and I know I’d kill any bastard, break any law, and give up every single thing I have for her without question. I don’t know why I am so enamored by this tiny woman, but there is something about her, something so precious so… extraordinary, there aren’t even words to explain how she makes me feel. All I know is that she belongs to me. Every part of her, and soon that won’t just be mentally but physically.
Looking down at her, I see that her eyes are squeezed closed almost as if she’s trying to escape a scary dream. I carry her into the house and up the stairs, glad that I called my staff and told them to get lost. I didn’t want anyone in the house that could scare her even further. Or maybe I just wanted to be alone with her. No matter the reason, it’s just us now.
Directing my attention back to Rose, I know she’s not asleep by the way she is breathing. Heavy and labored like she is frightened. In the car, when she dozed off, her breathing was even and quiet.
Without even thinking, I walk into my bedroom. My house has six bedrooms, but there is only one room she’ll be sleeping in, and that’s mine. Gently, I place her down on the mattress, and as soon as I release her, her eyes fly open, and panic overtakes her features.
“Please…” She whimpers, and I sigh loudly, annoyance burning through me. She scrambles backward on the bed until her head is touching the headboard. I hate that she is so scared of me and that she still doesn’t believe a word that I’ve said to her, so instead of assuring her again, I don’t say anything at all.
Taking the heavy down comforter from the edge of the bed, I pull it up and over her body, covering her all the way up to her chin. She glances at me in confusion but then relaxes, sliding back down a bit. With her head resting against the pillows and her shiny blonde hair fanning against it, she looks like an angel with a halo.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I ask, wanting to get her to eat something. She’s tiny, and I’m not sure the last time she even ate. Drake is not the kind of man that gives a fuck about anyone but himself.
“Uhm, I’m really thirsty,” she whispers quietly, almost like she is telling me a secret.
“I’ll get you something to drink. Stay in bed, and don’t try to get up,” I order, and she nods gently. Walking down to the kitchen, I grab a few bottles of cold water and pour her a glass of orange juice. It should help bring her sugars up.
When I get back to the room, she is still lying under the covers in the same exact position that I left her. Pleased with that knowledge, I smile. Good, she can follow directions. Placing the two bottles of water on the nightstand, I hand her the glass of orange juice, which she takes with trembling hands.
“Have I given you a reason to be afraid of me?” I ask, trying not to sound annoyed. She sits up, keeping the blanket in place, so she doesn’t flash me a tit or anything.
“No, but… the way you acted back there like you…” she trails off. “I don’t know what you want from me. What you’re going to do to me. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen next.” She finishes speaking and takes a greedy sip of the juice, watching me closely like I’m some big bad wolf that will take a bite out of her the second she turns her back.
“I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you yet, but hurting you in any way is not on the agenda. I do know that I will not continue to reassure you that you’re safe. I told you already, and more than once, my actions will prove it, but until then, you’re just going to have to take my word for it.”
Her eyes go impossibly wide as she takes in my words. Then she says something I didn’t expect at all. “I believe you… that you won’t hurt me.”
“Good.”
“So, what’s going to happen next?”
“For now, I need to know a couple of things. Where do you live? Who will be looking for you?”
“No one will be looking for me,” she says, looking away from me. “I have no family and no place to go.”
No family, and no place to go? “What do you mean?”
“I was in foster care most of my life. The day I turned eighteen, they kicked me out. I’ve been homeless since then.” Anger roars with the fierceness of a lion inside of me. What kind of person would just kick her out and make her live on the street? No one I fucking care to know about, by the time I’m done with them, they’ll be dead.
“That doesn’t matter anymore. You’re not homeless now. From here on out, you will stay with me, with a
roof over your head and food in your belly.” The look she gives me is a cross between disbelief and relief.
“What do I need to do in return?” Her small, timid voice vibrates through my body and straight to my cock. I want her, crave her, but I know I can’t have her… not yet. She’s too fragile, and the last thing I want to do is break her.
“Nothing you don’t want to,” I assure her. “For tonight, we’re just going to sleep. I will sleep in the bed with you, but that’s all we’ll be doing. Before we do that though, I need to know if Drake hurt you? If he touched you, I will make him pay…”
I swear to god if she says yes, I’ll have Nick bring him to the house right now, and I’ll kill him right here in front of her just to prove that I’m not fucking around with how important she is to me.
“I-I don’t think so.”
“And you don’t remember how you ended up with him?”
Her forehead wrinkles like she is thinking hard. “No, I’m sorry… I remember staying at the women’s shelter last night and then… nothing.”
“We’ll figure it out, sweets.”
“Why… why would you do this for me?”
Not being able to explain the extent of it myself, I tell her the first thing that enters my mind. “We belong together. You belong to me, and I protect what’s mine.”
Shocking me again, she nods her head, almost like she understands what I’m feeling. Maybe she feels it too?
I start taking the rest of my clothes off. Rose watches me intently, her eyes growing to the size of golf balls when I shove my pants down and my cock shows a tent within my boxers. I can both hear and see her breath quicken, and I’m not sure if it’s because she is scared or turned on. Based on the slight tremble of her body, I’m going with the latter.
Normally, I would sleep naked, but I decide it’s probably better to keep my boxers on tonight. God knows I don’t want to send the girl into cardiac arrest over the size of my cock. Climbing up into the king-size bed, I pull the blankets back next to her and crawl under them, tucking it up on the side to cover myself. I turn the bedside lamp off, and the room falls into darkness. Her whole body stiffens when I drag her across the sheets and into my chest, but that just makes me tighten my hold on her.
After a few moments, she relaxes, her body softening into mine, and before I know it, her breathing evens out, and I know that she’s fallen back to sleep.
I still don’t know what it is about this woman that has me so captivated, but I know that having her in my bed, and holding her like this, has me more content than I’ve ever been in my life. With that thought, I drift off to a peaceful and dreamless sleep knowing that when I wake in the morning, she’ll still be here in my arms.
4
Rose
Warmth engulfs me, every inch of my body is warm, and I nuzzle into the pillow deeper, wanting to stay like this forever. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a decent night’s sleep in a comfortable bed, with a blanket, pillow, and an actual mattress.
However, as soon as the thought hits me, my eyes pop open, and I start to panic, trying to remember where I am and how I got here. Slowly, the events from yesterday filter back through my mind, and I realize it isn’t a pillow I’m burrowing my face into but a chest. A firm, well-muscled chest.
I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. I peer up at the sleeping beast that rescued me last night, I take in his harsh but beautiful features. He reminds me of a rugged mountain man hidden in the snowy peaks. His dark hair is cut close to his head, and his skin is littered with scars. His jaw is sharp, leading up to perfectly sculpted cheeks.
He’s both beautiful and terrifying, and that’s the conundrum. How can I be drawn to someone so scary, someone that I know has done terrible things? My heart skips a beat inside my chest, and my mouth goes dry. I have to get away. It’s now or never.
Fear zings through me, and I hold my breath as I try to slide beneath the heavy arm that’s slung over my middle. If I can just break free...
Sliding away slowly, I keep my eyes trained on his face, and almost gasp when his eyes open and his gaze falls on me.
“Trying to sneak away?” he growls, his voice full of sleep.
“N-no…” I let the lie fall from my lips, knowing he can probably see through it. A sinister smile pulls at his lips, and with little effort, he tugs me back toward him. Heat fills my abdomen when I feel something long and thick pressed against my stomach. As afraid as I should be of this man, my brain refuses to truly give completely over to the fear, this strange protected feeling outweighs any other emotion.
Gulping, I let my gaze move down to the tent between his legs. That’s his…
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Miles asks, his palm gently cupping my cheek.
Licking my lips, I shake my head. “No.”
Miles smiles, and that singular smile makes my heart beat just a little faster, “Have you ever touched a cock before?”
Again, I’m forced to shake my head, giving away just how innocent I am. With lightning speed, Miles moves. One second he’s beside me, and the next, he’s hovering a breath above me. He looks like he’s ready to combust, and I squirm against the mattress, unsure of what I want or need. All I know is that I can feel this deep heat pulsing between my legs, and I need him to alleviate it, however he can.
“Your innocence is so fucking intoxicating, I want to swallow it whole, drown in it.”
I’m not sure what compels me to say my next set of words, but I say them anyway, “Will you... will you touch me?”
He leans into my face, his lips millimeters away from touching my own. All I’d have to do is push up a tiny bit, and I’d be experiencing my first kiss.
“If that’s what you want.” I nod without thinking, and Miles smiles a moment before his lips slant down against mine. He kisses with both passion and hunger. I gasp into his mouth as he steals the air from my lungs. I can feel every inch of him now as he presses me into the mattress with his body.
With unsteady hands, I rake my fingers through his hair and lose myself in his kiss. Nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, he groans when I open my mouth, and our tongues collide. I can feel him everywhere in that single kiss, and I want more of him, need more of him. I’m an addict, and he’s the habit I can’t kick.
Breaking the kiss, he pants, “You want me to touch that pretty pink pussy? Spread your folds, and touch you where no one has ever touched you before?”
I should say no. I should definitely say no, but I can’t.
“Yes,” I pant and surrender to him, spreading my legs wider, and inviting him into a place no one else has ever been before.
“You’re mine, all fucking mine, Rose.” He pulls back and rips the shirt I’m wearing right down the middle. Buttons fly through the air, but I can’t focus on that. My attention is solely on him as he trails a finger down my body, his eyes becoming molten lava as he takes in my exposed breasts.
With a possessive look in his eyes, he whispers, “I’ll never let another man touch you after this. Never let another man see or look at what is mine.”
My breath hitches in my throat when he pushes my legs together and then moves them, pressing them gently against my chest. In this position, I’m completely exposed, completely at his mercy. His eyes drift from my face and down to my sex.
With a gentleness I wasn’t even sure he had in him, he parts my lips, and it takes everything inside me not to beg him to do something, anything to help ease the burn deep in my core.
“Such a pretty little clit… so hard and begging to be touched. I think it wants to be licked. To be sucked on.” His eyes collide with mine, and I’m not sure how, but I know he’s seeking my approval.
“Yes…”
“Is that all she wants? Does she want my fingers? Does she want to be fucked by my tongue?”
“A-all of it.” My hands fist the sheets as his tongue flicks ever so gently against the bundle of nerves tucked between my folds.
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�Such a tiny thing, I’m not sure I can finger you without popping your cherry, you’re so tiny, and I’ve got big fingers.” The words are said against my mound as he continues to play with my clit, alternating between dragging his tongue over it and flicking it back and forth, making my entire body feel as though it’s a ball on a tennis court.
“Please…” I bite my bottom lip, “I… it hurts… I can feel…”
“What you feel is an orgasm that’s going to blow your fucking mind.” Moving lower, he presses a thick finger against my entrance, his eyes remaining on mine the entire time. I wince at the intrusion as he pushes against the resistance of my body very gently. He only puts half his finger inside of me, but it feels so much bigger than a finger.
“Feel that stretching, and the slight burn? That’s what my cock’s going to do to you when you’re ready for me to fuck you. It’s going to own you like my finger does, like my fucking mouth does.”
With slow strokes, he brings me back to the edge of insanity, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, flicking me furiously, I shatter into a million pieces.
“I’m… oh, god…” The light behind my eyes blurs.
“Yes, come on my finger, let me taste those virgin pussy juices.” With his filthy mouth still on me, I skyrocket into the atmosphere. Weightlessness consumes me, and for the first time in my life, it feels like nothing can touch me.
I’m vaguely aware of Miles easing his finger out of me, and his lips pressing a kiss to the top of my mound before releasing my legs, but it isn’t until I open my eyes again a few seconds later that I see he’s watching me. Two dark hunger filled orbs pin me to the mattress.
My cheeks heat, and I look down at the incredibly large tent between his mammoth thighs. It looks painful, and even though I’ve never touched a cock before, I’m sure I could figure it out and return the favor. I mean, how hard could it be?
“Should I?” I whisper.
“No, today was about you, sweets. About showing you that I mean you no harm, that I can make you feel good, and proving that you can trust me. I will move heaven and hell before I let someone hurt you, including myself.”
