by Beck, J. L.
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.”
His words wrap around me and fill my chest with a warm and fuzzy feeling that I haven’t felt in a very long time.
5
Miles
Seeing her walk around in nothing but my clothes on her body has me brimming with both possessive need and nasty jealousy. I love how my oversized shirt fits on her small frame, and how she wraps her slender arms around herself like she is cuddling into the fabric. What I don’t enjoy is every time one of my male staff looks at her bare legs or her nipples pebbling against the fabric.
I need to get her some clothes, preferably some that cover up her entire body.
Quickly, I lead her to the dining room and away from all male eyes. I pull out a chair for her, and she sits down, whispering a quiet thank you.
Before I even sit down on my own chair, Margot, my personal chef, walks into the room.
“Morning, sir, Nick informed me that you had a guest,” Margot announces, glancing down to where Rose is sitting. “I’m preparing breakfast for two. It will be out in three minutes.”
“Perfect. Margot, this is Rose,” I introduce them. “She lives here with me now. So, from now on, you will have to prepare meals for two people. Of course, I will raise your pay accordingly.”
“Oh…” Margot looks at me a little confused. “Thank you.”
“Rose, is there anything you don’t like or are allergic to?”
“No, I’m not picky. I’m sure I’ll love everything you cook. It already smells delicious,” Rose tells Margot, whose face lights up with pride and gratitude.
“Thank you.” Margot beams before disappearing back into the kitchen.
“Good, you already get along with the staff,” I praise Rose, loving how perfectly she fits into my life in every way.
“Do you really mean it? I can stay with you here?”
“You just don’t believe anything I say, do you?”
“Trust me, I want to believe it. But usually, when something sounds too good to be true, it’s because it’s not true. Yesterday I didn’t have a home and today, I’m in a mansion, sleeping on satin sheets and having breakfast cooked for me. You have to admit, that’s kind of crazy. It sounds like a fairytale, not my reality.”
“It might sound like a fairytale, but I can assure you, it’s not. This is real, and I’m definitely no prince charming.”
Our conversation is interrupted by the door swinging open and Margot, plus one of the maids, entering. Each carrying multiple plates with an assortment of foods, which they place in front of Rose and myself.
“Thank you,” Rose tells them loudly before they turn and leave us alone again.
“Eat whatever you like,” I tell her, and she starts eating one of the pancakes. Judging by the size of bites she is taking, she must have been starving.
I start eating as well, while watching her eat, taking in every one of her movements. Everything she does interests and excites me, even something as simple as eating. I pay close attention to her lips; the way they wrap around the fork every time she takes a bite.
My cock is painfully hard inside my jeans, and I know I need to jerk off sooner rather than later, or my balls are going to combust.
She only eats one pancake and a handful of fruit, which I don’t find sufficient at all, not with her being as tiny as she is.
“You should eat some more, at least finish what’s on your plate.” I try not to sound like a parent who is making her finish her food, but I want her to be healthy. She is so skinny. Too skinny, and I want her to fucking eat more.
“Okay,” she agrees without questioning me, piercing another piece of pancake with her fork. “I’m just not used to eating this much, but I’ll try to get used to it. Thank you for this. All of it.” Her eyes find mine, and I can see the sincerity in those baby blues.
“Anything for you,” I tell her. “Once you’re done eating, I’ll show you the rest of the house. Your new home.”
6
Rose
Your new home. I still can’t believe it. But here I am, walking through the large, never-ending halls. The carpet is soft and plush under my bare feet, and Miles’s shirt covers me like a dress as he leads me through the entire house.
“You can go wherever you like within these walls, I have no secrets from you, but you will not leave this house without me, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I agree. From what I know of the world without him, I don’t ever want to go anywhere by myself.
“I’m not doing that to hurt you, but to protect you. If you want to go somewhere, then tell me, and I’ll take you. You need something, you tell me, and I’ll get it for you. You are mine, and I won’t let you go.
“Okay,” I nod just as we walk into a cozy-looking room with a fireplace. Miles takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I sit down and sink into the comfortable cushions.
“Rose, do you remember anything else from yesterday? How you ended up with Drake?”
My mind is still in disarray, all of yesterday’s memories are almost like a dream, and I have a hard time knowing which ones are actually true.
“I think I remember something, but I’m not sure if it really happened or not.”
“Tell me, and we’ll figure it out.”
“I think Ron and Kelsey, my foster parents, came to see me at the women’s shelter…” I try to dig deeper into the memory, but it’s trying to slip away. Miles must see my struggle as he places his hand on my back and strokes my skin gently.
It calms me and allows me to concentrate more.
“Take your time, sweets,” he soothes.
“I think… they asked me to come back home with them. But that’s just odd, why would they do that? It’s probably just in my head. They didn’t like me much, so there is no way they’d want me back.”
“Did you go with them?” Miles asks, “Even if it was just a dream, I want to know. Did you go to their house?”
“Mhm, I don’t know. Yes, maybe. I probably did…” They might not have liked me much, but I did like my foster siblings, and I missed them. I would have gone back to their house if they let me or asked me to.
“I promise you, I will figure out what happened, but right now, I need to leave you for a few hours.”
“What?” I try not to sound desperate and clingy, but the thought of him leaving has my chest tightening. “Why?”
“Because if I don’t, I’m going to fuck you, and I’ve promised myself that I wouldn’t do that… at least not today. Besides, I need to figure out how Drake got his slimy hands on you, so I can hurt everybody involved.”
“When will you be back?”
“Tonight. Don’t wait up for me. It will probably be late. I’ll crawl into bed next to you when I get back though,” he promises. “I will tell the maids and Margot to keep you company, so you don’t have to be alone. If you need anything, let them know, and someone will call me.”
“Okay.”
“But… I will warn you, your virgin pussy is mine, your body is mine, your fucking soul is mine. You’re a gift, and I’m going to cherish you like one. If you try and run away, I’ll drag you back here, and then I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine.” I shiver at the deepness and meaning of his words.
I am his, a gift, and he’s going to cherish me like one… I know this is my insecurities and need for affection talking, but I want that so bad. I want to be his. I want someone to cherish me, to keep me and take care of me. Above all, I just want someone to want me.
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br /> All my life, I’ve been unwanted. I’ve been pushed away and abandoned—more times than I can count—by people who were supposed to care for me.
Then Miles comes along. A man who barely knows me and wants me to be his in every way. I can’t be sure, but I might be falling for the one person I shouldn’t be. The person I should be trying to escape from.
7
Miles
All I’ve been able to think about for the last two fucking days is the smell of Rose’s cunt and the way she clenched around my finger when she fell apart. Two days, I’ve barely been able to stay away, but I knew I had to because if I didn’t, I would have fucked her for sure, and I know she isn’t ready for that.
Leaving her at the mansion with Margot and two of my housekeepers was hard as hell. Every morning, I would leave early, taking care of some business deals and checking out locations for a new club. By the time I would come home, she was already asleep in my bed. I did hold her every night, but that’s all I did.
Today, I finally gave in. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer, so I decided at the last minute to take her with me.
It’s Friday night, and we are at the strip club. Once a week, we host a special gambling event that people expect me to attend, so I didn’t have a choice in coming.
It’s something I usually look forward to, drinking, pussy, and lots of money passing between my fingers, but not this time. I don’t like being here, I would have rather stayed home.
Now that we are here, it is clearer than ever that she doesn’t belong in this place. So fucking innocent and perfect. Tiny. I doubt she’ll be able to take all my cock when the time for me to fuck her comes. I’ll have to take her with ease. Being close to her, holding her in my arms. It’s all driving me to the edge of insanity.
Jealousy burns through me, even as she sits on my lap. She’s wearing some of the clothes I had one of my men’s wives pick out for her. Nothing sexy, just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that cover her pretty pussy, keeping it hidden from everybody.
All that’s showing are her smooth legs, but that’s enough skin for the fuckers that show their face in my strip club. Anyone with eyes and a cock is going to be interested in seeing what else she’s hiding under her clothes, and I hate knowing that. I should have bought her baggy sweaters and sweatpants.
“Why do you look like you want to snap everyone’s neck?” Nick snickers before he takes a long pull from the beer bottle in his hand. If I was smart, I’d be drinking too, at least to dull the burning rage pulsing through me.
“Shut up,” I grunt. Rose flinches in my arms at the gruffness of my voice, and I tighten my hold on her hip, holding her closer to my chest. Mine. Like a wolf, I bury my nose in the side of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent. Her pulse thunders just below her skin, letting me know she’s still afraid.
“You have nothing to be scared of. No one in this room will touch you, not unless they want to die,” I whisper near the shell of her ear. Her body stiffens, and it angers me that she still doesn’t get it. She needs to put her fear aside and trust that I will protect her, always.
The group of guys that are centered in the room are playing a game of blackjack, their yells race across my skin, tiny red ants, pissing me right the fuck off. I’m short-fused tonight, and I know the exact reason why.
“Here, drink this.” Nick shoves a beer into my hand.
I stare down at the bottle of beer, half tempted to toss it against the nearest wall. What the hell is this going to do for me?
“Little one, do you want anything?” He gestures to Rose, and I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to flip on my best friend.
“I’m going to give you two seconds to turn around and walk away,” I growl, prepared to fight for what’s mine. Nick’s smart though, instead of saying anything, he smiles and turns around, walking back to where he was standing before.
After a few minutes, the tension in my muscles seeps away, and I lean down, speaking directly into Rose’s ear.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink, sweetness?”
“Just a water, please,” she mumbles, looking down into her lap like it has the answers to all the world’s problems.
Without even looking away from her, I yell to Katerina the waitress serving drinks tonight, “I need a bottle of water.” In seconds, a cold bottle of water is placed in my hands, and I twist off the cap before handing it to Rose. She takes it into her dainty hands, wrapping her lips around the top to take a drink.
As she does this, the only thing I can think about is putting her on her knees and my cock slipping between those lips. Fuck. I need to get laid, but the only one I want to fuck is the beauty in my arms. Taking a greedy gulp, she hands the bottle back to me and wipes at her lips with the back of her hand.
I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, and when Rose looks up at me with a mixture of excitement and fear in her eyes, I know she feels it too.
That’s right, baby. I’m hard for you. All for you.
Bringing my lips to her ear, I nibble on the tiny lobe before whispering into it. “All I can think about right now is getting you on your knees and seeing how much of my cock that tiny little mouth of yours can take.”
The faintest gasp slips from her lips, and I’m smiling like the devil when I pull away from her. She’s so sweet and naïve, I can’t wait to corrupt her.
That smile soon fades when I lift my gaze and find Tony Morris entering the room, two of my men flanking him as he does. He’s a sleazy fucking slime ball wrapped up in a nice suit, and everyone knows it. Most of all, me.
“Can I help you?” I grit out, gathering the attention of the room and causing Rose to half jump out of my lap. Luckily, my arms are wrapped around her, so she doesn’t fall off.
Tony’s beady eyes move from me to Rose, and I can see him eyeing every inch of her up as if she’s a damn steak on the buffet line. My blood pressure skyrockets, and I just barely restrain myself.
“Heard you got yourself a little slave girl.”
“Don’t care what you heard if you aren’t here to play, then get the fuck out.”
Tony smiles, his yellowing teeth beckoning my fist toward them. “I’m willing to make you an offer that any smart man wouldn’t refuse.”
Curling my lip, I stare at the fucker with murder in my eyes, “She’s not for sale, and I don’t need your fucking money. I think maybe you have a death wish.”
“Anything is for sale if the price is—” before he can get the rest of the words out of his stupid mouth, I’m up on my feet. In one move, I push Rose behind me and grab Tony by the throat.
I don’t think. I simply act, the beast inside me urging me to destroy the bastard so he can’t hurt Rose. With my hand wrapped around his throat, I slam him against the nearest wall. I squeeze, making sure he gets the point and remembers my words.
“She’s not for sale,” I scream into his face, spit flying. Shock fills his features but no fear, and that just annoys me further. My hand tightens further around his throat, and I get high off the panic that starts to fill his face. It wouldn’t take much for me to snap his neck, and if Rose wasn’t in the room, that’s probably what I would do, but I don’t want her any more frightened of me than she already is.
Lifting his hands, he tries to pry my grasp from his throat, but I’m stronger… “Did I not make it clear enough for you?” I sneer into his face, watching as his lips turn blue, and his eyes bulge out of his head. He attempts a feeble nod, and even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I release him, listening as he gasps for air a second afterward.
“Miles…” Rose’s soft voice breaks through the haze of anger. My name falls off her lips like a prayer, and I am enchanted by it. This is the first time I’ve heard her say my name, and I want to hear it over and over again. It’s the first thing I want to hear in the morning and the last before I go to sleep. And I definitely want to hear her moan it when she comes all over my cock.
Growling, I tell T
ony, “You live only because she is in this room right now. Fuck with what is mine again, and I will kill you.”
The blood in my veins pumps viciously, and when I turn around, the only thing I want to do is grab Rose and hold her to my chest, but she’s looking at me like she’s frightened again, and the last thing I want to do is scare her more. Vibrating with anger, my gaze moves about the room. Everyone is staring, watching, waiting for something to happen. They know me well enough to know I’m seconds away from exploding.
Slowly, Rose inches toward me, seeking my protection, and I can’t help but smirk.
Grabbing her by the hair, I tilt her head to the side, exposing her creamy white throat. I feel like a fucking caveman, but I don’t care. All I care about is her. “Mine,” I murmur into her skin, loving the way her pulse spikes with fear as I drag my tongue over it. Fragile, so very fragile, but protected by myself and my men, she will come to learn that she has nothing to fear. Releasing her hair, I turn to Nick, who is watching me like I’m a ticking time bomb.
“Remove him, and make sure everyone knows that Rose isn’t for sale. She’s mine, and I’ll kill anyone that tries to take her away from me.”
I don’t care about his response, and I don’t stick around to listen. Lifting Rose’s tiny little body up, I tuck her close to my chest and walk out of the room, my boots echoing loudly against the concrete.
“It’s time for me to make you mine. It’s time I claim your perfect little pussy.”
8
Rose
My entire body tenses at his words, and it becomes hard to swallow around the anxious knot that’s now formed in my throat. When we reach his car, he opens the door and deposits me in the passenger seat. I’m still taken aback by what he said. He’s going to claim me, take my virginity. I shiver at the thought. He’s so big, and I’m so small, how will this work?
