by Celia Crown
Who wouldn’t make a sound when they get bitten?
He lifts his head and marvels at his mark, when he meets my eyes, I pout huffily at him.
He doesn’t have to bite me all the time, it’s like he’s finding every possible place to show his teeth marks. My chubby cheeks and now my neck, I know with eighty-percent confidence that my inner thighs are next.
I just know it. Call it a woman’s intuition.
My brown eyes squint at him, contemplating what I can do to get back at him. I do like to wear his mark because it reminds me that he wants me.
Me. A girl with so much bad luck it can scare away the goddess of fortune because she would think I’m friends with Satan or the god of death, every incident that results in bruises and bodily harm is a sign that a death god is always trailing behind me.
It’s like they want to play with me and see how much of Murphy's law applies to me. I should be named Murphy, or it could be my middle name. I’m not picky, at least people will know what they’re getting into when they associate with me.
Bring five pencils to an exam and none of them have led, that kind of bad luck.
“What?” he challenges with a smirk, “You said you are mine. I get to do whatever I want, and if I want to bite you then I fucking can.”
I shove my head to his neck and open my mouth to sink my teeth into the junction between his shoulder and neck. As quick as my bite, I let go and flop my head back down on the wrinkled pillow.
You’re mine too, I humph at him.
I turn my lips up and challenges him back.
Damon snaps his teeth at me and I shrink back into the pillow, I will the bed to swallow me into the depth of Earth. I shouldn’t have challenged a man who has no qualm about personal boundaries, he did bite me on our first meeting after a very heavily scandalous dry-humping session.
I’m embarrassed to even think back, Fawn and Falcon were in the other room and that makes it even worst.
“It looks like I need to work harder to fuck the energy out of you.” Damon traces his canine with his tongue and grins with manic tormenting his green hues.
He bucks his hip, grinding on my sodden clit with his thick cock pulsing between my slits.
“Okay, wait—” I mewl, grasping his arm.
He doesn’t wait.
Chapter Ten
Damon
I watch as her chest rise and fall peacefully.
Judging by the position of the sun in the sky, it’s about four in the afternoon. I put my eyes back on Chloe as she sleeps without a care to the world, her perky tits hidden from my sight as she lays beside me like an angel.
Brushing a strand of black hair away from her little round cheeks, my teeth ache to sink another bite into that fleshiness. She’s so adorable, innocently bathing in the warm sunlight as I trace her soft cheek with my fingers.
I poke the bounciness of it and pinch the flesh between my fingers, she has no indication of feeling anything.
I lean on my elbow that’s squishing the silk pillow under my weight, I haven’t closed my eyes since I finished fucking the voice out of her; she had been very vocal, and I nearly purr when her debauched face sobbed my name with her silky cunt milking every thick drop of cum from my cock.
There’s no way it didn’t take, I know I’ve thoroughly bred her little pussy. The proof is the sticky mess on the sheets, I can feel the gooiness that is still coating my cock, I want it on for as long as possible.
After the FBI raid and finding Chloe again, I received the report status on her. It’s an invasion of her privacy, I feel no guilt of breaching her trust and life but I needed to know.
There’re two things that stick out to me immediately; the number of emergency room visits raised an alarm in me as I thought she was in an abusive relationship, boyfriend or domestic violence. It turned out to be minor injuries from clumsiness. The second thing was the number of first-aid kits and band-aids charges on her credit card.
It’s fucking ridiculous, it costs more than her monthly groceries.
It’s fine now, she’s going to have the best care in the world with unlimited food for her stomach. She won’t ever have to starve herself because she doesn’t have enough money for rent, school tuition, and bandages.
I also know that this whole situation won’t last long.
Spring break is ending for her in mere days.
I press a kiss to her forehead; her cute little snore is soft as I chuckle. She whines before turning and diving her face into the mountain of pillows.
There are things I need to do, I’ll just let her sleep in to regain her energy. I slip out the comforter, tucking the thick blanket under her to prevent her small body from going cold. I stand and crack my neck, this pleasant tenderness in my muscles brings me so much happiness and there will be more in the future.
I can’t wait.
Picking up the pair of pants that I discarded yesterday and climbed into bed with an unsuspecting Chloe, I yank them on after I shoved my still hard cock into my briefs. It’s uncomfortable but it’s nothing I can’t work with.
I turn around and kneel on the bed, dipping her prone body to me while I kiss her lips. I linger, unable to pull away from the plushness and I swipe my tongue over her sealed lips.
Sweet, I think as I pull back.
If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to reason myself that there’re pressing matters that will change my life. It’s for Chloe and I, and that is enough encouragement to reel back my thirst to suck those pouty lips.
I’ll be back before she knows it.
I stroll out the large bedroom shirtless, the dull pulses run from my arm to my wrist as I glance down at the red welts from Chloe’s nails. A wild cat, that girl.
A side of feisty that guards her heart and a side of trusting innocence that makes her easy to subdue.
I fetch my phone and make the first call, it rings three times before it’s picked up.
“Yes, I’ve done what you asked. And, no there wasn’t any problem.” Falcon says in one breath.
I roll my eyes, staring out the massive window with the living quarter flourished with elegant furniture reflecting in the glass.
“The apartment too?” I ask.
He groans with the static coming from his phone, he could be in a bad reception area for all I know. I’m not worried, Falcon can handle himself.
“Yeah, I had to grovel on the floor to convince this crazy woman to leave the lease. After she tried to be a chiropractor on me last night.” Falcon sighs over the device and I want him to get to the point.
“Spare me the details,” I grunt.
Fawn’s voice goes over Falcon’s voice, “Is this your doing?!”
I yank the phone away from my ear and glare heatedly at the device as if it would convey my annoyance to that loud woman.
“Does my pumpkin know you asked for a change on her college transcript from campus lecture to online classes?! The change of address to a Vegas freaking mansion? Fully paid tuition?!”
I wait for the shrilling scream to die down with the phone inches from my ear, this way I can hear her without rupturing my eardrum. I don’t know how Falcon can withstand the high-pitched yelling, I would’ve duct-taped her mouth shut the minute I hear her voice.
The woman seems to have calmed down, her voice is no longer piercing through the speaker like sirens. I attentively put the phone closer to my ear, taking the chance of having my hearing be gone for a month.
“You better treat my precious little dumpling like Queen Elizabeth or I’ll have your balls stapled to your front door.” she ends her sentence with an explosion of colorful profanities.
I tell her, “Don’t worry about Chloe, she’s mine to care for now.”
I hear her scoff, too throaty and too deep for the image I have of her. “Over my dead body, you are not keeping my darling to yourself.”
I sneer back, “Watch me.”
“Alright, alright, children.” Falcon’s voice becomes the domi
nant vocal, he must have taken the phone back from the pink-haired girl.
“The lease for the apartment is voided, that fucking landlady is insane. I thought she was going to jump through the speaker and strangle my ass.”
I comment, “You said something offensive.”
It’s not the first time Falcon’s mouth comes loose on people.
He wisely ignores the commentary and goes on to the next point, “The cops are no longer our problem, but I didn’t find the ‘concerned’ citizen that ratted us out. Probably some tourist with a conscience.”
“Are you saying I don’t have one?” I raise an eyebrow as if he could see me.
Falcon snorts, loud and clear over the phone. “You basically kidnapped an eighteen-year-old girl, held her captive in your office, let her play poker underage, and went into her room like a creep. Yes, you have no conscience.”
He’s not wrong, I realize.
“Though, I do appreciate your compassion for Miss. Evans’ social life. Fawn’s been too happy with this new change to her life. She’s loving this new house you provided. I do too.” Falcon’s choppy tone is hilarious.
I laugh at his awkward gratitude, Falcon never knows how to properly say thank you without sounding constipated.
“Don’t worry about it.” my chest rumbles in laughter.
We speak for a couple more minutes, lining up details and other work in progress while I run a hand through my hair.
It takes longer than I had planned for this conversation, I hang up after everything is said. I don’t ask what Falcon decides to do with Fawn, gut feeling tells me I won’t be seeing him for a couple of days.
As of now, I try to think of the best way to break the news to Chloe. My sleeping beauty who is a room away. I decide not to disturb her sleep as I scroll through emails; nothing significant happened during the time I was away from the casino, the usual scams and cocky gamblers causing trouble. My other guards have a good handle on those small issues, I’d be worried if there is a day where no card counting happens.
The moon and the sun would simultaneously be in the same sky before people quit cheating for a quick buck.
I’ve seen some regular cheaters trying to sneak into my territory with disguises. Beard, gender change, even smuggling in through creative methods. I’ve seen it all and some even surprised me, the dedication to gambling addiction is so consuming that they have to toss money onto a table.
Their losses. My gain.
I reread the report on my Chloe, I already know the details by heart, but it doesn’t hurt to have another look just in case I missed anything. Highly doubtful, but things happen. I stop at her profile picture, it’s a photo of her student ID.
She’s half asleep, pieces of hair curling in different directions with a dinosaur band-aid stealing the spotlight on her round cheek. A bright green paperclip is clipped onto her black shirt, it stands out and I feel a sense of something indescribable.
Chloe already has a preference to the color green and I know she loves the color of my eyes. She stares at them a lot, especially when I’m pounding into her tight little pussy.
Thinking about that little cunt being split open, straining to keep my cock stuffed between her quivering folds, it’s such a delicious sight to be gifted with. I’m lucky to be able to be her first time and be the first man to imprint on her.
Possessiveness shimmers in my stomach, fueling the obsessive tendencies that I have discovered with Chloe.
My little charm.
A violent shiver cracks at my spine as a looming smile plays on my lips. She consumes all my thoughts, poisoning my control with her feistiness that I’ve yet fully tame, and I don’t want to either. I want that fight in her, that little firecracker that counters the little submissive girl deep inside that will always listen to me.
The balance between good little girl and a bratty little cat.
I’m on my feet and stealthily making my way back to the bedroom. I want her to wake up naturally from a well-rested sleep, also it’s an excuse for me to stare at her while she sleeps.
I can’t help that every face Chloe makes in her sleep is entertaining.
What I’m not prepared for is an awakened Chloe.
In the middle of the bed sits my precious charm, the comforter drapes over her shoulders as a shield to her bareness, and black hair cascading over her face.
A hiccup tumbles out and I’m at her side like lightning.
Her shaking shoulders are hidden in the blanket, but her small whimpers are the only thing I hear. She doesn’t notice me as she shudders through her teary sobs, she’s wiping her tears with the back of her hand with vigorous rubs.
I engulf her trembling hand with mine, steadying it while her head snaps up to me. Her glossy brown eyes wide and disbelief flashing in her disoriented face.
“What happen?” I demand, I’m ready to crush whatever that made her shed tears.
I was only gone for a short amount of time, and I know no one has gotten past me to go into the room.
A hiccup steals her words and she cries even harder. I drop down on the bed, dragging her to my chest as I rub her back through the thick comforter. She whines and snuffle, slithering in my arms to take her place on my lap with sniffles in my throat.
The blanket surrounds her in warmth, I press my lips to her hair. A loud hiccup jolts her body and my hand kneads her neck, releasing the knot and tension from her muscles.
“Are you ready to tell me?” I try again.
Her tears are cooling on my skin, “No.”
“Don’t make me ask again.” I lower my voice to the tone that she can’t help but be truthful.
She whispers with the blanket thrown over her head, I tug it down and tip her chin up. I harden my gaze on her fluttering lashes, she slumps in defeat when she knows I won’t drop this conversation.
“You left.”
I comfort her, “I took care of some business.”
She looks away and peers back, “I thought you left, and I was going to have to do the walk of shame.”
I growl, squeezing her chin to get her full attention. “You will never feel shame with me.”
Chloe blinks, unable to keep up with the intensity in my eyes.
I tell her, “I want you to know that everything I do is for you.”
Her head tilts owlishly.
“I did them with your best interest in mind.”
And mine.
Chapter Eleven
Chloe
I blink the tears away, it’s wet and cold on my lashes.
God, this is so embarrassing.
I’m emotional over a man who has taken my heart, branded with his name and chains on it, and let me borrow it because it’s his now and there’s nothing I could do the bring it back when it doesn’t want to return to me.
I think I love him.
Oh, dear. Fawn is going to have a field day with this new information.
I know I’ve only known him for about twenty-four hours, but what I feel for him is different than all the old school crushes I had on boys. They never lasted; there weren’t frantic heartbeats, loss of breath, and an addiction to their touches. Damon has me chasing after his presence, my eyes always try to find him before anything else. It’s a coping mechanism to my constant need to understand that, yes, this man wants me. And he’s staying for me.
I can’t tell him I love him, I’d sound like a psychopath. Maybe I believe in love at first sight, but he might not, and I don’t want what we have to demolish with my foolish yearnings. Knowing my luck, he’d probably drop me and ship me off to my apartment without a cost to the airfare because he doesn’t want to deal with a clingy woman.
I nod to myself.
I won’t tell him, he won’t know and if he somehow finds out, I’ll play it off cool. It’s nothing new for me to improvise on the spot. When life has a funny bone, you learn new skills to counter everything fate throws at you.
Be greedy, a billboard motto flashes in my head.
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I’ll take whatever he gives me because I rather have that than him cutting me off for the rest of my life. I can’t survive without him after these hours of being with him. It doesn’t feel real and I’m drunk on this hazy paradise of happiness and fairy tale.
I’m ready, whatever he tells me, I’m ready with thick skin and maybe some tears on the way. But, I’m ready.
“Listen and don’t interrupt, am I clear?” Damon commands and my throat closes with my head nodding stiffly.
This sounds bad.
I got this, I chant to myself.
“You will be living with me,” he nonchalantly said.
What?
My mouth open to ask him exactly what I’m thinking before his glare hardens, I snap my jaw shut and I shift in his lap. Words are jumbling at the base of my throat, it has to come out soon or else I would go crazy.
He continues, “Your classes will be online, your apartment lease has been voided, and your things have been packed.”
My wide eyes are so expressive with my eyebrows being their backup dancer, he won’t let me talk so I resort to confused noises.
He strokes the back of my head as if he didn’t tell me that he just uprooted my life. I’ll have him know that I’m not a weed he can pluck and be done with, I have ties to the community and I’d be damned to let him do what he wishes any further.
Though, I don’t object what he told me because I want to stay with him.
Adult Chloe and Black Clover are two identities, sometimes it sucks when they fight with each other.
“I can’t just leave!” I gasp, I couldn’t hold in my opinion any longer.
He asks back, “Then, you want to leave me?”
I tell him before my brain cells even catch up, “No, I don’t want that either!”
I bite my tongue to stop talking and just think for a moment, be a logical woman who thinks with her brain instead of following wherever her heart strings her along.
