Till Death Do Us Trope

by Riley, Alexa

  Arabella

  My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest as I hold on to Romeo. He flies through the air and then lands on his feet easily. He must have panther in his DNA. He takes off running as soon as he touches the ground, and I bounce in his arms like popcorn.

  “Put me down,” I tell him. “We can move faster if I’m on my own feet.”

  “No,” he growls and keeps running. “I’m never letting you go again.”

  His grip on me tightens even more and I know at this moment nothing could take me from his hold. I place my nose into his neck, breathing him in. I hold on to him even though I’m not completely sure I’m safe with him, but something deep inside tells me that I am. It’s the feeling of knowing unicorns are real. I don’t care what science says, I know it in my heart.

  But I’ve been proven to be a bad judge of character, so what do I know? I trusted my father my whole life and that all crumbled down around me today when he handed me over to the duke like I was nothing more than cattle to him. He passed me to him and let go without so much as a backward glance. I finally saw my father’s true colors. Whatever gave him more money and power, that was what he was after. I knew he could be cold, but I didn't know how cold until now. He’d never directed his villainous ways at me, and suddenly he transformed into the Penguin from Batman. I should have smelled something fishy sooner, but I realize that I’ve always given him the benefit of the doubt.

  I think about last night and how he called me a spoiled brat when I protested going to the duke. He said that I shouldn't put up a fight and I should do as I was told since I had been deflowered by Romeo. But I’m a strong, independent woman who is totally in control of her life, even though I’m eighteen and don’t have an education, a job, or prospects. I’ll figure that out later.

  Romeo’s warnings about the Duke of England had rung in my ears and I was terrified to be in the same room with him. His eyes raked over me like he was imagining the things he was going to do with me. And I know it had nothing to do with playing Uno, because I’m really good at it and he would lose. I tried to escape, but they tied me to his chair. I stayed beside him in misery, scared of what was to come.

  I missed Romeo even though I wasn’t sure I should. For all I knew he was using me as well. I could be a pawn in whatever game all these men were playing. How did I know they weren’t using me to hurt each other?

  When I saw Romeo break through the crowd my heart soared like the first time I read Harry Potter. Even though I knew in my soul he was there to save me, I still had questions. After all, we’ve only spent about twelve minutes together, but who am I to fight destiny?

  “Did you try and get me pregnant?” I blurt out, needing to know.

  I feel Romeo flinch for a second, but he keeps on running. He doesn’t answer me. I know he heard me so I let the question lie between us.

  Before I know what’s happening, he comes to a stop and I hear glass shatter. A car alarm goes off, and I’m deposited into a seat. He reaches over my lap and under the dash to pull on some wires to make the alarm stop. Guys always know this trick without being taught. It’s science.

  “What’s happening?” I ask, but Romeo once again ignores me as he buckles me up and goes around to the driver's side of the car and gets in. Maybe he has a hearing problem after all. I should probably speak louder next time.

  He reaches under the dash once again and pulls different wires out. This time the car comes to life, and that must be the other science thing men are taught.

  “Hold on,” he tells me as the car takes off.

  The acceleration is so fast it almost takes my breath away. He pulls into the traffic dodging cars like this is The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, which was awesome and really underrated.

  While speeding down the road, he takes out his cell phone and hits a button, then a woman’s voice fills the car.

  “Sir,” she says by way of greeting. Rude much?

  “I’m going to plan E,” he tells her.

  “What about B, C, and D?” she asks. A little bit of panic enters her voice now, and I’m wondering if I should be worried, too. Everybody is supposed to panic at the same time, right?

  “You heard me. The rest of the plans are shit. Make it happen.” With that he tosses the phone out the window.

  He must have a lot of phones in his pockets the way he throws them away. Jeez, I hope they’re prepaid.

  “Who was that?” I snap loudly. I don’t even mean to say the words out loud, they just fall out of my mouth. I’m jealous over a man that I’m not sure I should trust. But, hey, that’s love, right?

  His eyes dart over to me for a moment before they go back to the road as he dodges a car while shifting lanes.

  “No one,” he says, and I fold my arms in a pout. I stare out of the window angry at myself just as much as I’m angry with him. There’s a lot of anger, okay?

  “Little love,” he tries, but I ignore him.

  After a moment, I feel the car slow down as he pulls to the side of the road. When he comes to a stop, I glance behind us wondering what he’s doing. We are still on the highway, and the way he was driving made it seem like someone was chasing us. I guess there’s time for a tender moment when you’re on the run.

  His hand comes to my face, making me look at him. His lips look soft and sweet. It reminds me of the one time we were in bed together. Before everything fell apart at our feet. We had a moment in time, and I want that back. I need the pieces of my fairy tale put back together.

  “I’ve waited years for you, Arabella. I’ve watched you every day and made sure you were always safe.” My mind flashes to the room that was filled with everything about me. “You’re the only one for me, and you have been for far longer than you should have been. I don’t even see other women. I actually have to check with a doctor about that, because it might be a medical condition.” He shakes his head then looks back into my eyes. “My mind is only filled with you. You take up all the space. I’m sure you know that already based on my dramatic attempts to rescue you.”

  There is so much tender love in his eyes that I can’t deny him. And why would I? He’s hot as hell, as rich as a king, and probably knocked me up.

  “I’m not moving this car until you tell me you’re not jealous of my assistant,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.

  “Okay. I’m not,” I whisper. The fact that he had a room dedicated to stalking me should freak me out, but isn’t that what true love is? Stalking someone until they give in to your demands? Sure, for some women that calls for a restraining order, but for me it’s romantic.

  “Kiss me to prove it.” He doesn't move, but I lean forward and do as he says.

  When my lips meet his, it’s only to brush our mouths together. Before I know what’s happening he’s pulling away from me and flooring it. The car takes off, but that one little peck isn’t enough for me. I lunge at him, needing more.

  He doesn't stop me as I unbuckle and straddle him. Hey kids, don’t try this at home.

  “I didn’t let you kiss me because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop,” he says.

  His eyes meet mine and it’s like he doesn’t even need to look at the road to drive like a race car driver.

  “You should put your seatbelt on,” he tells me, but doesn’t try to move me off his lap.

  “You shouldn’t tease,” I whisper against his lips as I lean down and go at his mouth.

  This time I take the kiss I want, the one I know he wants to give me. I don’t care that he’s driving down the middle of the highway. A woman has needs. My tongue pushes past his lips, my body waking up once again. Before him I didn't have all these urges. Now I feel like I’m a cat in heat. The moment he entered the ballroom tonight my nipples tightened. My mind might be muddled about what this all means, but not my body. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s going to take it.

  His tongue meets mine and he growls low in his chest. I move my hips as I rub my pussy against his
slacks. I wish there weren’t clothes between us. I wish for skin to skin. I want to forget all the madness and fall back into what felt right and real. I want to go back to when it was only the two of us in the whole world and nothing else mattered. I need him to give me the sequel of our first time in bed, and I need it now.

  “Hurry,” I tell him. I feel the car take a sharp turn as I unbutton his shirt and start kissing his neck. He grunts when my fingers touch his skin.

  Sooner than I thought possible we’re out of the car. Never underestimate the power of the pussy, am I right, ladies?

  Before I can blink, my back is pressed against a wall and my eyes fly open. It looks like we’re in some kind of underground bunker.

  I hear the sounds of buttons being ripped, and then I’m being moved again. Romeo walks us into some kind of room and slams the door behind him.

  The look on his face is primal and raw as he drops me down onto a bed.

  “I told you I was coming for you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Romeo

  How convenient that there’s a bunker close by. We can stop in the middle of our getaway to have hot dirty sex without worrying about running for our lives. There’s no need to worry about how this bunker appeared, or really anything about it. It’s only important that it’s here for us to have a safe place to get down.

  The ship I have waiting for us is still a day’s drive, and I won’t make it that long without putting my dick inside Arabella. I have to marry her in international waters to ensure that she’s bound to me forever. Details on that are sketchy, but trust me, I’ve done my research.

  “Did anyone touch you while you were away from me?” I ask as I rip the dress and her underwear from her body.

  “No, Romeo.”

  “Good. I don’t want to go back and murder everyone.” I pull off my clothes and move down between her legs. “I’ve been away from your pussy for far too long. It’s time I get reacquainted.”

  I press my nose to her mound and inhale the scent of her sex. Her need is mouthwatering and I look into her eyes as I open my mouth over her cunt and kiss her there.

  Sweet lord, I had forgotten how magical her pussy tasted. She’s my little unicorn with candy floss between her thighs and a body made for me to ride.

  She cries out as my tongue wiggles between her folds and finds her little nub. I suck it into my mouth and then lick it over and over. I slide two fingers inside her because she’s aching to be filled just as badly as I am to do it. I work them inside her like I would my cock and eat her pussy like it’s the last supper.

  Her body clenches and her mouth opens in a silent shout as her orgasm hits her. She lets out a happy sigh and hums as it rolls through her, and I’m rewarded with the sweet taste.

  “Turn over. I want to take you from behind,” I say as I sit back and lick my fingers clean.

  She rolls over, but I’m impatient to fuck her, so I grab her hips and raise her ass in the air. I thrust into her and start pounding hard and fast while she’s still trying to get into position.

  “Can’t wait,” I grit out between my teeth as I fuck into her like a machine.

  My cock is in charge and he’s got one mission—to get off as many times as possible before the sun comes up, and get Arabella pregnant while we’re at it. Having a ring on her finger will seal the deal, but a baby in her belly will bind us for eternity.

  “Are you going to get me pregnant?” Arabella asks as she looks back over her shoulder.

  “Yes,” I grunt as I cum inside her but keep on pounding. I’ve got at least two more loads in me before I want her to get on top.

  Her cheeks flush as she spreads her legs wider. She’s making it easy for me.

  I lean over her body and kiss my way across her shoulder and neck. I move my lips to her ear and whisper all the filthy things I’m going to do to her in this bunker. Her pussy squeezes me and I reach around to pet her clit while I fuck her. She’s slick from my first load, and I’m about to give her another. She’s tightening up on me, and I have to thrust harder.

  “You want me to fight my way in, don’t you?” I ask as I bite her earlobe. “Don’t you worry, little love. I’m going to get in there no matter what.”

  Her pussy pulses and she cries out as her orgasm hits her and I let go with her. I cum so hard I see stars, but I don’t let myself stop now. The need to rut into her is heavy on my shoulders and I won’t quit until the deed is done.

  “Bite the pillow,” I growl as I sit up and thrust hard. I slick up my thumb in our combined release and drag it over her tight pink ring. “Every part of you is going to be mine.”

  I press against her ass, and after a moment she relaxes and lets me in. I fuck her there with my thumb while my cock does the work on the business end. She’s so full and it makes her pussy impossibly tighter.

  Muffled cries echo through the bunker as her pleasure skyrockets. She might not have thought this would be something she wanted, but her hips are moving in time with mine. She’s getting off on it and so am I.

  I can’t hold back as her body pulses and begs for me to go over the edge with her. I wanted it to go on longer, but it’s too good and I can’t fight it. As I hold my cock inside her as far as I can go, she shouts into the pillow, her orgasm hitting harder than anything she’s had before. I grunt and growl as I spray my seed inside her, forcing her body to breed.

  She gasps for air as I move us down onto the bed and I spoon her from behind. I don’t want to pull out of her warmth yet, but I know she needs a moment to recover.

  “How did you do that?” she asks, bewildered.

  “I’m a man. These things are known among us. Haven’t you read a romance novel before?”

  “Of course, I should have known.” She looks back to me and I place a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I love you, Arabella. And tomorrow, I’m going to make you my wife.”

  “Oh, Romeo. I love you, too. This is such a whirlwind.”

  “Of course it is. And just wait. There’s more to come.”

  Chapter Eight

  Arabella

  I stand looking up at the giant ship…or boat. I’m not sure what to call it. This can’t be the boat Romeo was talking about.

  I didn’t want to leave the bunker this morning. I felt safe wrapped in Romeo’s arms as if the rest of the world had fallen away. I didn’t have to think about my father or all the things that were happening. I could just get lost in Romeo.

  “What, you didn’t have a bigger one?” I tease, looking up at Romeo. He smiles down at me. He seems a bit on edge, though, but who can blame him with ninjas on our trail. Hopefully ninjas can’t swim.

  “Of course I do. But it’s docked in the Bahamas.” My eyes almost bug out of my head. He shrugs like it’s no big thing, but I’m not complaining. What girl doesn’t want a billionaire with several ridiculous modes of transportation.

  “How do we even get on this thing?” Because I’m getting on. I’m in love with this man and, hey, there could be snacks on there.

  “Easy.” He swoops me up in his arms, making me squeal. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tight. Then a little bridge descends from the boat, and a man in a black butler’s suit is standing before us.

  “Sir, everything is ready.” The man watches us for a moment, and his eyes linger on me before he takes a step back. Romeo holds me even tighter to him.

  “Thank you, Alfred,” Romeo says as he steps onto the bridge and carries me aboard the ship. When we get to the top he places me on my feet. The ship looks even bigger now I’m on it.

  “Jumping jelly beans, is that a freaking pool?” I shout. I glance around. “And a freaking cannon?” Actual cannonballs lie next to it, ready to go. I take a step toward it, wanting to look at it.

  “Keeping you happy and safe is my number one priority. So yes, there is a pool and a cannon.” Romeo wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me back to him.

  “Pull us out,” he says to the butler, Alfred, who
I notice is staring at my boobs and I don’t think he caught what Romeo said.

  Romeo’s arm leaves my waist and he prowls toward Alfred. “I see this is going to be a fucking problem. I’ll make sure you keep your eyes off what’s mine.” He grabs Alford by his suit jacket and sends him sailing over the side of the boat. I hear a loud scream followed by a splash.

  “Who’s going to drive the ship?” I exclaim. I attempt to look over the side of the ship, but once again Romeo has his arms around me, stopping me. He hits a button and the bridge starts to rise.

  “Alfred.” Romeo says.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I scream and jump a little when a man, almost identical to the one who was just thrown off the boat, stands there ready for service.

  “Pull us out,” Romeo says once again. The man nods and turns to do what Romeo said.

  “Not going to throw me off anytime soon are you?” I ask.

  Romeo laughs against my neck before he starts placing open-mouthed kisses there. I moan.

  “I have other ways to get you wet, little love.” He bites my neck and my knees go weak. I feel the ship start to move.

  “Alfred,” Romeo says, pulling back from me.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I scream again and jump. Oh my god, he’s got an army of Alfreds! I should probably be more concerned about his ability to either clone humans, or create a cyborg army. Isn’t that the plot of Terminator? I didn’t see any Skynet logos so I let it go. I’m so just going to roll with it.

  Romeo gives a small chuckle at my scream. “The priest is here?” he asks.

  “He is ready when you are.” He nods before disappearing again, and I wonder if maybe butlers are like retired ninjas and that’s how they move so fast.

  “Then I’ll go get my soon-to-be wife ready.” He swings me up in his arms.

  “I know how to walk, you know,” I say, even as I lay my head on his shoulder.

  “Get used to it.” My eyes are on him, but I can tell we’re in the bowels of the boat and going deeper still. I find that my eyes always slide to him no matter what’s happening around us. A door opens and before I know it I’m on a bed with Romeo hovering over me.