by Sofia Romano
Chapter 10
Gideon
She doesn’t startle when she hears me. She looks up at me, bites her lip, and turns her head, pushing it into my open hand.
“You have no idea how many things I want to do to you right now. How many ways I want to make you mine.”
“I might have a few ideas,” she says, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
“Then why are you in the bath instead of in my bed?”
She bites her lip.
“There’s something I haven’t told you.”
Of course. There’s always a catch. I’m sure a beautiful girl like her has a boyfriend she’s never mentioned.
“I’ve never been with anyone like you before. And, to be honest,” she says, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “I’ve never been with anyone at all.”
I grit my teeth.
“You’re going to be mine.”
She nods.
I place my hand against her face. She sits up, her face now mere inches from mine. I slide my hand to the back of her neck.
“I’ve been watching you since the first day you walked into my office. You’re always in my thoughts. And all I want is to be in you. I want to live a life like this with you, Alexandra. Every day.”
This feels like a fantasy. Her gorgeous body. Her beautiful eyes looking into mine.
“I want you,” she whispers back to me.
“You have me,” I say, dipping my hand into the water. The water is warm, but her skin is even hotter. I drag my fingers up the length of her torso. She gasps.
I kiss her. She is needy, kissing me hard, pulling me closer. Her lips taste amazing, like everything I could ever need. I want to taste every inch of her.
I slide my hand further down, sliding my hands over her thighs. And then between them.
“Tell me you’re ready for this.”
“I’m ready for everything,” she gasps.
I press my fingers between the lips of her labia, teasing at her opening.
“Tell me you want me to claim you as my own. Tell me you want to be mine. My wife. The mother of my child. My everything.”
“I want to be your everything,” she says.
I slip two fingers inside her pussy. She arches back, her mouth open, her eyes rolling in pleasure. She feels amazing around me. I sink myself deeper into her, feeling her insides tighten around me. My thumb presses slow circles around her clit.
“Gideon,” she moans.
“This is mine,” I snarl, pumping my fingers in and out of her. “All mine.”
Her breathing is hard and erratic. She cries out, gripping my shoulder. She looks like she could fall to pieces under the pressure of the pleasure. She’s never been more beautiful. I move faster. I press figure-eight shapes into her clit, and her hips buck forward, pressing back into me.
“Cum for me,” I demand. “I want to feel you cum all around me.”
She speeds up, her breath desperate and hard. She grinds her hips against me, lifting her ass up, fucking herself on my digits.
“Gideon,” she cries as her pussy throbs, cumming onto me.
Once she catches her breath, I lift her out of the bathtub and lay her onto the bed.
Chapter 11
Alexandra
“Knowing that you are mine now makes me want to bury my cock deeper in you than ever,” Gideon murmurs as he mounts me. “I want to fill you with seed. I want my baby inside you, so that the whole world can know you’re mine.”
And that’s exactly what I want. His baby. His cock. Him.
He runs his hands up my thighs, pulling them apart. He spreads the lips of my pussy open, admiring me. It’s enough to make me melt.
“No one in the world will ever get to see you like this. To see how badly you want to be fucked. To see how beautiful you are, all of you. Because this,” he says, laying his hand over my pussy. “Is all mine.”
“If it’s yours, then take it,” I breathe.
He needs no instruction. He lifts my ass off the bed, easily pulling my body toward him. I watch his cock, impossibly huge and hard, twitch as it approaches my opening.
He doesn’t break eye contact as he sinks the head of his dick inside me. He lets out a groan.
“You feel perfect,” he says. He leans down over me, and I lean up to reach him. He kisses me hard as he slides deeper inside me. I can only kiss him for so long until the pleasure takes over me. I moan into his mouth, and he begins sliding his cock out of me in response. His strokes are slow at first. But then they’re too slow, and I find myself lying back down and pitching upwards toward him, begging for more of his length.
“Greedy girl,” he hisses.
He fucks me harder then, slamming his length into me. He pounds my hips into the mattress. It’s pure ecstasy. I wrap my arms around his muscular body, gripping desperately to his back.
“You’re too perfect. You feel too good.”
“Cum inside me,” I moan.
He thrusts three more times, then presses himself as deep into me as he can. I feel him pour pure heat inside me.
After a moment, he shifts, sliding next to me. I turn and rest my head on his broad chest. He takes a hand and strokes my head. For a moment, we lay in a sweet silence, with only the sound of each other’s breath.
“Mine,” he whispers.
I love the sound of that.
Chapter 12
Alexandra
It’s amazing how easy it has been to fall into a new routine. Every day is a new excitement, a new challenge to find a new way to flirt with Gideon at work. He’s far better at it than I am. This morning, there is an envelope on my desk, small and white, with my name written on the front. It was tucked mostly under my keyboard. I doubt anyone saw it. But when I see the corner poking out, I know, and it sends a spark of excitement between my legs. I open it carefully. The outside of the card is blank. I open it.
You are mine.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I look over my shoulder at his office. The windows are tinted so that nobody else can see inside, but I know he’s looking out, watching me. I throw him a wink before turning back to start my work.
Before lunch, he calls me into his office. It used to fill me with such dread, such discomfort. Now it feels like a release. Still, I try to hide my excitement from my coworkers. I don’t want them to get suspicious. I’ve heard the way they talk about Gideon, about how attractive he is, and I’ve heard them speculate about who he could be dating. I don’t want to be fodder for that gossip mill.
I take the seat across from him at the desk. He cocks his head curiously at me.
“You know that no one can see into my office. You could take a more comfortable seat, you know.”
He leans back and gestures to his lap. The thought is enough to make me blush.
“Someone could still walk in. I don’t want to get in trouble. Or to get you in trouble.”
His face falls.
I hope I haven’t hurt his feelings. That’s the last thing I want to do.
Chapter 13
Gideon
She’s holding back. Every inch I pull her closer, she wriggles back another two. I can’t have this.
“Why are you holding back, Alexandra?”
She squirms in her seat, looking up at me apologetically.
“I just don’t want to be gossiped about. And I don’t want people to say anything bad about you.”
I stand, leaning over my desk. I grab one of her hands in both of mine. She looks into my face, tears welling at the edges of her eyes.
“I want the whole world to know you are mine. I want to put my ring on your finger. I want you to have my children so that there’s no mistaking, not to anyone, that you belong to me. Claiming you has more power than any rumor, any snide comment. Do you understand?”
She nods, a smile pulling across her face.
“Good.” I sit down. “And speaking of that, I want you to accompany me to an event tonight. I am going
to bring you as my date, and let the world see us together.”
She blinks. “Where is it?”
I smile. “You’ll find out. Be ready by 7:30. I’ll send a car.”
Chapter 14
Alexandra
When the car arrives, Gideon is inside in a perfectly tailored suit. I don’t bother with the seat. I crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He greets me with a deep kiss. It feels like heaven.
“Where are we going?” I whisper in his ear.
“I’ve sponsored an art show. I’m a huge fan of contemporary impressionism, and a new collection is opening tonight.”
He presses his lips to mine, pulling my lower lip into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. He plants kisses along my jawline, moving toward my neck. He kisses and sucks the nape of my neck, and it feels like fireworks are going off under my skin.
“You’re going to leave a mark,” I breathe.
“Good,” he snarls.
When we arrive at the gallery, I check my reflection in a compact mirror. Sure enough, Gideon has left a huge mark on my neck, in brilliant bruised shades of purple and pink.
“I feel like a teenager,” I whisper as we walk in the door.
“Everyone will know that came from me. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
I couldn’t love this man more.
He wraps an arm around my waist and leads me around the room. It is a whirlwind of people, men in suits and their well-dressed dates, names I forget as soon as I hear them, and plastic glasses of wine. With every new person he introduces me to, Gideon pulls me closer to his side.
“This is my girlfriend, Alexandra.”
Every time he says it, he digs his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of my side. It feels amazing to see how important I am to him. But part of it feels wrong, too. Would he still want me if he knew everything about me? Everything in my past?
I have to tell him.
In between introductions, I lean into his ear.
“I need to talk to you.”
Chapter 15
Gideon
My Alexandra looks startled, scared, maybe even sad. I lead her out to a balcony of the building. The warm breeze feels nice, but in the better light, I can see a tear running down her cheek. I reach to brush it away.
“Talk to me.”
She looks down at her shoes. She’s embarrassed about something. I won’t stand for it. I run my hand along her cheek and tilt her chin up to look at me. She smiles, though it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m afraid you wouldn’t feel this way about me if you knew about my past.”
“Then tell me and you’ll find out.”
Nothing she could say would erase my love for her. My Alexandra.
She takes a deep breath, shuddering with the effort. I rub circles into her back, her skin cool.
“Before I moved to New York, I lived with this guy. Lucas Miller. It wasn’t romantic. He was my landlord. He was involved in shady stuff, and things snowballed into dealing drugs. I caught him once, and he forced me into selling drugs with him, saying he’d kick me out if I didn’t. He wanted me so bad, but I could never be with a guy like that. He told me he would turn me in if I didn’t sleep with him. So I ran away.”
When she stops to breathe, I pull her tight against my chest. She sobs into me. I pull her harder.
“I’m so afraid he’s going to come back for me someday.”
“I will never let that happen, Alexandra. I will always keep you safe.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I stroke her hair for a few minutes until her breathing slows to normal. When she seems ready, I grab her hand.
“There are a few more people I’d like you to meet.”
Chapter 16
Alexandra
Gideon leads me around the party again, this time letting me keep a little distance. I’m worried for a second. Maybe admitting by crazy past tonight wasn’t the best time. But after a moment, I understand.
He walks me around with his hand on my back. My dress is backless, and his hand feels warm and wonderful against my skin. He has a way of angling his body, positioning people without them realizing, so that my back is exposed. While he’s chatting up some art buyer, another guy in a suit I can’t keep track of, he starts to touch me. His hand slips inside the side of my dress, his fingers digging into my breast.
I toss my hair over that side of my body, hoping to cover the movement, praying that nobody notices the hitch in my breath.
Gideon doesn’t miss a beat in the conversation. They’re discussing investment portfolios. He’s pinching my nipple. Hard.
I try to cover up a moan with a cough. Gideon only squeezes harder. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I don’t know if they’ve stopped speaking suddenly, or if the conversation has come to a natural exit. Either way, Gideon says his goodbyes, and I follow suit. He leads me away. When our backs are turned, he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“I need to take you. Right now.”
Chapter 17
Gideon
I know this gallery’s layout by heart. There’s a hallway near the bathrooms that leads to a corridor of offices. The door is unlocked. Once we are inside, I press Alexandra’s body against the door. She kisses me hard and needy. I grab her hips and pull them close to mine.
“How does it feel?” I ask her. “How does it feel for the world to see you as mine?”
She can only moan and reach for the zipper of my pants in response.
I run an arm around her waist as I undo my pants. When my cock has been freed, I run a hand up her leg, past her smooth, thick thigh. I gather the skirt of her dress around her hips. I feel for her underwear to pull them down, but I find none. She wraps a leg around me, and I can feel the wet heat of her pussy against me. I slide my cock inside her. She is dripping wet inside. She feels like silk. I pound her into the door, forcing her legs open wider and wider with each thrust. Her hands are gripping my shoulders, clinging to me, digging deeper each time my hips crash into hers. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her ragged gasping breath fills my ears.
I lift her other leg, leading her to wrap it around my middle. She’s fully lifted off the ground now, with my cock still buried inside her. She squeals in delight as I carry her over to the desk. I lay her on her back and pull away for a moment to admire her. Her tits have popped out of the top of her dress, and the skirt of her dress is pulled up to her waist. I lean down and nudge her legs open again. I take in the sweet scent of her sex. I dig my hands into her thighs as I lick at her, my tongue making fast circles around her clit.
“I can taste myself on you,” I growl.
“I want you to fill me up,” she says between heavy breaths. “I want you to put a baby inside me.”
“As you wish, my love.”
I turn her body over so that her feet are planted on the floor. She is bent over the desk now, her entire lower half exposed. I give myself a moment to admire her. I grab her ass cheeks and massage them, rubbing them in slow circles that spread her open to reveal her delicious pussy. She is too beautiful and too ready to be fucked to tease. I plunge my cock into her, stopping only when I can feel her cervix. She cries out my name. I pull back and hold off for just a second longer than I should, long enough that she doesn’t expect it when I ram into her again. I repeat this, working faster and faster. I fuck her until she can no longer call out my name, until her words melt into syllables and sounds beyond language.
And when she is over the edge, when no more words will come and she can only gasp for breath as I pound her, I unleash my hot jets inside her.
When I’ve let her recover, she wobbles as she stands. She adjusts her dress, pressing her breasts back where they belong and smoothing her skirt over her legs.
“It’s no use. Anyone with eyes could tell you’ve been fucked senseless,” I say to her as I fix my tie.
She looks down at herself, then back up at me with a smi
le.
“Good.”
Chapter 18
Alexandra
The next week, when I come into work, there is a massive vase of red roses on my desk. Of course, Gideon does this on a day when I’m running late, so by the time I get there, the whole office is talking about it. I don’t mind anymore, though. Everyone knows we’re together. It feels so good, so much better than I thought, to not have to keep things a secret. It’s amazing that everyone in my life knows I’m his. Things are exactly the way they should be.
I settle in at my desk to go over the day’s agenda. Gideon has meetings with several people today, and I scroll through their names out of curiosity. One stops me dead in my tracks.
Lucas Miller.
But it can’t be. Can it?
I try to take a deep breath. The Lucas Miller I knew is thousands of miles away. He’s probably gotten himself caught and put in jail by now. It’s a common name. I’m sure it’s someone else.
But an hour later, the elevator doors open, and there he is. He didn’t even bother to clean himself up. He’s got a scruffy face and a gray hoodie on. His eyes dart around the room until they find me.
“So, this is where you ran off to, Alex?”
“My name is Alexandra,” I mutter, not looking at him.
“You think you can just start over without me?” he hisses, approaching my desk. I watch him look at the flowers, then back at me.
“You think you can just run away from me and get someone to protect you?”
He leans forward and grabs my shoulder.
“You have my money. And you have my secrets. You’re fucking dead.”
Chapter 19
Gideon
Alexandra isn’t usually behind like this. She always has my next client in the door exactly when our meeting starts. I look up from my desk and through the window. There is a man with his hand on her shoulder. I glance down at the schedule.