Stolen to Love

by Alexa Riley

  “But-but—”

  “No matter what you think was going to happen, the end result was you moving in with me, taking my last name, and having my baby.” I unbutton her shorts and push them off of her hips to the floor. “I was speeding up the process and moving to the end result.”

  “Oh God.” She hisses as my fingers slide in her panties and between her slippery folds.

  “I know all of it and I don’t care, Lula.” Her eyes snap open and connect with mine as I slide two fingers inside her. “You’re mine and nothing about your past will ever stop that from being true.”

  “I love you, Xander,” she says softly and relief fills my chest.

  “I love you too.” I keep my eyes on her as I kneel down and drag her panties off. “Let me show you just how much.”

  Gripping the front of her panties, I tear them off of her and throw the scrap of fabric over my shoulder. She’s standing there with her lips swollen and pink, ready for my mouth.

  “Look how pretty you are,” I coo, sliding my fingers in and out of her. “Is all of this just for me?” I raise an eyebrow and she nods as I lean forward and lap at her dew. “Take your top off. I want to see your tits while I eat you.”

  She does as I ask while I slide my tongue over her clit. With her standing in front of me, she’s so fucking tight on my fingers, but I love how she looks in this position. Her head falls back as I rub that spot inside her she loves so much. I feast on her sweet taste and moan as I swallow it.

  I brag to her about how her body is mine and all the things I’m going to do to her. “Tomorrow I’m going to marry you, Lula.” She gasps and her hands cling to my shoulders. “But tonight I’m going to put a baby in you.”

  Her legs widen with my filthy words as if inviting me to make good on them. Her back arches and I have to hold on to her as her orgasm hits and she comes apart in my mouth.

  “That’s it, love, soften her up for me.”

  I kiss her wet pussy and nuzzle against it as her climax goes on and on. By the time I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm out of her, she’s boneless and hardly able to stand.

  “It’s okay, I’m taking over from here,” I say as I stand up and strip off my clothes as she watches me with hooded eyes.

  I make a show of taking my cock in my hand and squeezing it a few times to ease the ache. The only thing it does is cause pearls of cum to bead at the tip and roll down. I swipe at one of them and smear it across her bottom lip as I pull her against me. I watch her tongue dart out and she licks it off.

  “Good girl.” I watch with pleasure as her cheeks redden but I don’t give her time to be embarrassed. I grab her by the waist and lift her up before I slide her down on my length. My cock is hard and hot for her tight sheath and when I feel its grip surround me I finally relax. Being connected inside of her is the only way to calm my inner animal and I plan on staying this way for most of our lives.

  “Don’t drop me.” She moans as I lift her up and slide her back down.

  I laugh without humor as I move her body up and down my cock. My legs are thick and strong as the muscles flex with each thrust. My arms tighten their hold, but she isn’t going anywhere. I stand there and fuck her hard and fast because the fear of losing her was too damn much for me to take.

  There’s no time to take her over to the bed or even find a flat surface. I want her right here, right this second, and I’ll take her exactly how I want it.

  Her body curves to mine and her hands rest on my chest. Her tits bounce and I grunt in pleasure at seeing her taking all of me. She’s hot and sweaty and her soft skin slides all over me. My need for her is so strong I can feel my body burning up. My cock is swollen to a size I’ve never been before and it’s because it’s inside of her. It’s thick and long and so goddamn heavy right now. All the need I have is weighing it down and making each thrust into Lula stronger.

  “Fuck.” I grind my teeth as she rolls her hips and the break in rhythm is too much. “Fuck, don’t do that or I’ll nut.”

  She gives me an evil grin and does it again.

  “Goddamn it.” The sight of me about to lose it must turn her on because I can feel her pussy get wetter. The slick sounds of my cock going into her get louder and it somehow makes me impossibly harder.

  “Cum in me,” she whispers, and I feel her pussy squeeze me as I bounce her on my cock.

  The simple words are enough to make me lose all control, and as if my dick is under her command, I go over the edge.

  I roar so loud and long that it echoes in the room, but I still manage to be aware enough that I’m triggering her orgasm with mine. We cling to each other, and I manage to stay standing up through it all. I’m breathing heavy and I feel like I’ve just walked off a roller coaster, but my heart is so full all I can do is smile.

  “I love you,” Lula says again, and I close my eyes, wondering if I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say that.

  “You ready for me to prove it again?” I flex my still hard cock inside of her, and she giggles, then moans.

  “This time I want you on all fours.” I grip her ass with both my hands as I walk us over to the bed. “I want to spank you.”

  “For what?” She pretends to be shocked as she digs her nails into me.

  “For trying to leave me.”

  “What if I promise to never do it again?” She pokes out her lip and bats her eyelashes at me.

  “Oh, I know you won’t do it again, but you can act like it if you want.” I toss her onto the bed and give her round ass a slap. She squeals and tries to wiggle away, but I pin her to the bed. “I like the chase, love.”

  “I guess it’s a good thing I like you catching me.”

  “Forever,” I say as I lean down and kiss her lips.

  Epilogue

  Lula

  Six months later…

  I stare down at my phone, not knowing where my husband has been for the past twenty-four hours. He slipped from the bed in the middle of the night after kissing me sweetly and saying he had something to handle and he’d be back soon.

  His eyes were soft and loving but I knew the kind of business he was taking care of. One that would likely leave blood on his hands.

  My Xander will always have a small piece of him that’s dark and hidden from me. It’s part of who he is, and no matter what, I love all of him. Maybe it should bother me more since I spend my life healing, but I knew what he was going to do when he left and I didn’t say a word to stop him.

  My father needed to die. I was told he was in prison where he belonged, but it didn't feel like enough for me or for Xander. Not when I told him everything my father put me through. Once I laid that on Xander, coupled with what he’d done to everyone we love, I knew there was no stopping him. And once we found out I was pregnant it was game over.

  It would have been almost impossible for my father to ever reach me again, but that wasn't a chance Xander was willing to take. Since I’ve gotten pregnant I’ve had nightmares of my father showing up that have jolted me from the bed. Xander took them as a premonition and he’s been silently plotting ever since.

  Very few people in the world know about the island, but still my hormones are ruling my mind. Xander went to put an end to me ever having one ounce of fear over my father—a man that doesn’t deserve the title. He was never a part of my life until I was an adult and like everyone else in his life, he used and abused me until Xander gave me a new life. But without my father coming into my life I might not have ever met Xander. It’s funny how fate can work sometimes. I can only think that it was all part of a bigger plan, not only Xander and me meeting but for my husband to put an end to my father for good.

  I skim the article on my phone, reading about my father being found dead in his prison cell. The news is saying it was a heart attack and after I read a few more lines I put the phone down. I read what I needed to and now I know he’s gone for good. As much as I hated him, it looks as though Xander made it quick. I don’t like to think of anyone suffe
ring, even if they deserve it.

  “Wife,” Xander says as he comes up behind me. He smells soapy and clean like he’s just taken a shower. He moves the hair off my shoulder and kisses my neck. “I’ve missed you.”

  I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck as I stare up at him.

  “I’ve missed your cooking,” I tease.

  “Are you hungry?” He goes to pull away, but I don’t let him.

  “I’m teasing you. I missed you too.” I smile right before he kisses me and I moan happily that he is home safe in my arms. We’ve gone from avoiding each other when we met to almost being inseparable.

  “I love you,” he says against my lips. “You still love me?” he asks, and I can see the real question burning in his eyes. Do I still love him after what he’s just done?

  “Xander, I’ve loved you from the moment I met your grumpy ass.”

  He lifts me, sitting me on the counter in the medical center where I was organizing things I’ve organized already. I was only trying to keep busy while he was gone, and this was a mindless task I could do in silence. Both Collins and Berkley tried to keep my attention off Xander being gone, which was easy for a little with babies around, but my mind always went back to my husband.

  “Liar.” He gives me one of his smiles nobody else gets to see, and no matter how many times I see it, it makes my insides melt.

  “I didn’t want to make it easy on you. A chase is good for a man every now and then.”

  “And I chased you everywhere.”

  I throw my head back and laugh harder because he did. He might have stomped around while he did it, but once I pulled that thorn out of his paw his whole attitude changed. With no more walls between us we were free to have what we wanted so badly. Each other. As different as we can be at times, it’s those differences that make us whole. It’s why we fit together so perfectly.

  I think it was shocking because Xander was rough around the edges in general, but with me, my husband is pure sweetness. He gives his brothers a run for their money in their silent competition as to who’s the better husband. They all win because each one of us needs something different and each of us gets those things from our husbands.

  “No more chasing.” I pull him down for another kiss. “At least for today. I’ve gotta keep my husband on his toes.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

  “You don’t need to be running anywhere.” He rubs his hand over my small stomach. “Were you in here trying to get a peek at the sex of the babies?”

  I give him a look because that’s something he’d do, but he’s not carrying the babies around so he can’t go sneaking a sonogram without me. I made sure Doctor Jane has my file sealed up tight. She came to the island with her husband to enjoy the beach and help oversee me giving birth.

  “Do you really want to know?” I’ll open the file and find out if he wants, but I thought it would be fun to have a surprise.

  “No. What I want is to take my wife home and make love to her and cook her pancakes.”

  “That sounds perfect,” I admit. His face grows serious for a moment.

  “Are we really good?” he asks before I start to slip off the counter.

  “I’ll always stand with you, Xander. You did what you had to do to protect this family. Warsaws stop at nothing to make that happen.” I’m happy to be one of them and I feel as protective over them as they are over me. They’re my family and I’m theirs.

  “Doctor Warsaw.” He smirks at me. “I never get tired of calling you that.”

  “It never fails to turn you on either.”

  “It’s been twenty-four hours and I haven’t gotten to touch my wife. You breathe and I’m turned on.” He lifts me up and into his arms.

  “You’re in luck, husband of mine. I think I have a cure for the problem,” I tell him, licking my lips.

  “No, you have relief. I can promise you there’s no cure for what I have for you.”

  “Then take me home, feed me pancakes, and keep me in bed all day.” I touch my lips to his. “That’s doctor’s orders.”

  He shakes his head and laughs as he carries me home.

  Epilogue

  Xander

  Eight Years Later…

  “I know you’re trying to get me pregnant again,” Lula says as she leans against the bathroom counter.

  “So?” I grab my towel and dry off after my shower and I don’t miss how her eyes follow the water drops down my chest.

  “So? The twins are eight this week, Xander. I think if we were going to give them a sibling we should have done it before now.”

  “You went off the pill.” I cock my head to the side and raise an eyebrow.

  “That’s just because it was messing with me.” She looks down and inspects her fingernails—something she does when she’s trying to lie to me.

  “Why was that again? It was giving you pimples?”

  “You know women are entitled to look their best. Adult acne is no joke.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits. She’s not wearing a bra under her thin tank top and I can see the color of her nipples. The fact that she’s only got on a tiny little thong doesn’t help either. It’s making my mouth water and my dick ready.

  “We’re calling one pimple adult acne?” Again I challenge her but she’s still pretending. “Care to explain why you crawled on top of me last night and rode my cock until I came inside that unprotected pussy?” Her cheeks redden but she shrugs. “You slept like a baby after you got my nut.”

  “You were the one sleeping with an erection.” She shrugs. “I didn’t think it should go to waste.”

  I hang my towel up and walk slowly over to her. “Any other reason you came in here while I was in the shower wearing just enough to get you in trouble?”

  “In trouble?” She looks down at my cock that’s pointing right at her. “I don’t even know what that means.”

  “I think you want another baby and you’re trying to sneak it out of me. What’s got you all worked up?”

  “I just thought you might want some company in here, but it’s fine, I’ll go.” She raises her chin in challenge but doesn’t make a move to leave.

  “Could it be the fact that the twins are having their eighth birthday this week and you maybe aren’t ready to say goodbye to that baby stage yet?”

  “No,” she says too quickly and we both know it.

  “How about this?” I move in front of her, so close my cock is right in front of her pussy. “You pull those panties to the side and I’ll give you what you want. No questions asked, not a single argument from me. You put that pussy on this cock and I’ll make sure I get it right where you want it.”

  “Xander,” she whispers, and her mouth opens a little. “I just, I mean—”

  “That’s all you gotta do, love. It’s yours.”

  We lock eyes for a moment and ever so slowly she slides her hands down between us. I wait for a long silent second until she moves the little triangle covering her warm pink center out of the way.

  “There she is.” I smile at her as she licks her lips. “Now put it on me.” She moans as she pushes her hips forward and the heat of her pussy surrounds my cock. “Fuck, that’s it.”

  I slide my hand around to her lower back and pull her the rest of the way. With one hard thrust I’m seated inside of her and she’s not going anywhere.

  “Now tell me why you want it.” I start thrusting hard and heavy as I look into her eyes. “Tell me, Lula.”

  “I-I think I want a baby.” She groans as I hitch up her thigh and push her ass back against the counter.

  “I know you do. That’s why you went off the pill.” My voice is low as I lean in and kiss my way up her neck. “There’s nothing about you I don’t know.”

  “Xander.” Her pussy grips me tight as she calls out my name.

  “It’s why I’ve been saving it up for you instead of cumming on your tits or in your mouth.” She moans as I thrust harder. “I knew what you were after and I ha
ven’t spilled a drop unless it’s in your pussy.”

  She thrusts with me and I slip deeper inside. I can feel her body open up for me, and the second she’s ready I’ll give it to her.

  “You know I want as many babies as you’ll give me, but I’ve been waiting on you to lead the way.” When I kiss her I slide my tongue over hers and taste her need. “Cum for me, love, and let me give you what we both want.”

  She cries out my name as I hold myself deep, and she finally gives in to her body’s demand. I feel her orgasm coat my cock and I go over the edge with her.

  We stay locked in that position for a long time after, just kissing and petting. I want my seed to take root, so I’m in no rush to pull out as her warm, soft body wraps around me.

  “Do you hope it’s a boy this time?” She looks up at me and bites her bottom lip. It’s cute how she’s so shy about this, but I know it’s because she’s afraid to wish for so much when we have so much already.

  “I hope whatever we have has your brains and my good looks.” I smirk at her and she slaps my chest playfully. Our twin girls look exactly like their mother and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “You’re lucky I don’t leave this island.” She pretends to sigh and roll her eyes.

  “Like I wouldn’t hunt you down and bring you back.”

  “True. Then I guess I’d be stolen just like your brothers’ wives.”

  I shrug as I lean in close. “Stolen to love,” I say before I kiss my way down her neck.

  “That doesn’t sound too terrible.”

  I begin to thrust again and her laughter turns into a moan. “Forever, love.”

  “Forever.”

  * * *

  THE END!

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