by Alexa Riley
Height 5’3, weight 140, half Hispanic half American. No family listed, and under sexual history in bold letters were the words “VIRGIN”. I grinned wolfishly and thought to myself, not anymore.
It stated that she had heard of the agency from a nurse who cared for her deceased father. There was also a letter of citizenship present; I’m guessing this was to show she wasn’t relying on her future husband to get a citizenship. Flipping through the pages, I found an IQ test. Jesus, how thorough were these people? It seems like my Beauty had the brains as well. At the back of her file contained her most recent physical along with her blood work, stating that she was disease free. But the bottom portion had me raising my brow though.
Birth Control: None
I might have gotten her pregnant last night. My chest warmed and I had this sudden and overwhelming urge to go find her. I felt my dick harden at the thought that she might be carrying my child. This is crazy. Images of her being bound to me, round with my child came flooding into my mind and I couldn’t help but swell with pride. I had to find her and make up for last night. I also needed to explain to her that I wasn’t her intended husband and that I would not let her leave me. I had to convince her to stay, to choose me.
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An hour later, I found Annabella outside in the gazebo. It was a long way from the mansion and I felt a tickle of annoyance that she was out here on her own, unprotected. She must have seen the annoyance on my face as she rolled her eyes when she caught sight of me before turning back to look out at the water. I wasn’t used to people ignoring my anger or the harsh looks I shot at them. She acted as if they were nothing more than a pesky fly, that they had no effect on her. It drove me crazy but it also made me want her more. Here was a woman who was able to turn me into a docile kitten. Fuck, it’d only been a few hours and yet I was ready to do anything she asked of me… Anything other than letting her go of course.
The gazebo was built out on a large pond that was a half mile wide with a small dainty wooden bridge leading to it. Benches sat around the edges, and soft fairy lights lined the interior at night. Striding across the bridge, I stood at the entrance of the structure, silently asking for permission to join her.
I watched her sit on one of the large seats, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring at the ducks swimming by. Golden rays of sunlight streaked through her hair and I was at a loss for words to describe how beautiful she looked at that very moment. I rubbed at my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Who’s Claire?” she asked, still not looking at me. I felt the bite in her question and I wondered if I had heard the bite of jealousy there.
“May I join you?”
Looking at me, she nodded her head in ascension. I walked over and sat directly at her feet, facing her. Reaching my hand out, I ran it gently up and down her calf. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from touching her. I saw a small plaque with an inscription that I’ve read a thousand times in front of her.
To my precious wife Claire,
“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.”
With all my love, forever, Griffin
Annabella traced the plaque with a finger, waiting on my answer. No one but the staff came this far out on the property so I never had to explain my past before.
“Claire was my mother. My father’s name was Griffin as well. He had this built for her. This was her most beloved place to be. In your exact spot, actually.”
Annabella’s eyes met mine and I could see a mixture of relief along with more questions. I was a little relieved to see hesitancy and perhaps jealousy in her gaze as well.
“What happened to them?”
“My parents were killed in a car accident a long time ago. It’s not something I like to talk about.”
Taking a deep breath, I looked down at where my hand was still stroking her calf. Gently, she reached her hand down and entwined her fingers with mine.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. My parents are dead too.”
She gave me an out, but suddenly, I didn’t feel like taking it.
“I was in the car at the time. That’s why I don’t like to talk about it. I was trapped in the back, that’s how I got my scars. I was able to get free, but I wasn’t able to save them.”
I looked up and saw tears in her eyes. It touched my heart to know that she cared so much for a stranger she didn’t know.
“I apologize for how I treated you and how things have turned out between us.”
She rubbed her thumb across my hand, keeping silent.
“I want you to know I asked for your file. I wanted to know more about you, to understand your want to be here.”
She stiffened but didn’t respond to my confession.
“I want you to trust me. I want to show you that I’m a man worthy of you. Will you spend the day with me? Will you let me show you the grounds and keep you company today?”
I nearly choked on my words trying to get them out. I sat there, tense, waiting on her words of rejection. I needed to remind myself that she still thought that I was her husband-to-be. I had this driving need to hold on to her. To please her, and to own her. This dilemma weighed down on me and I wasn’t sure how I should handle it. To Bella, I was her life now. I didn’t want to deceive her, but maybe if she could fall for me like how I was falling for her right now, she might not want to leave.
“I would really like that, Griffin.” She flashed me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Out here, in our own perfect world, with the sun shining down on her perfect face, I could pretend that she was truly mine. And in that moment, I felt my heart bound to hers.
CHAPTER 5 *Annabella*
Something had changed. Most of the anger I’d seen every time I looked into Griffin’s eyes had faded. He half-smiled at me, making the scars on the side of his face scrunch up slightly. Catching me looking at his scars, he turned his face away so that all I could see was his good side.
“Please don’t do that,” I pleaded softly.
Shifting to face me, he asked, “Do what?”
“Turning away from me so that I can’t see your scars.”
He remained silent, as if contemplating my words. I reached up, slowly and gently caressing his cheek. Closing his eyes, he leaned further into my touch despite the pained expression on his face. Leaning forward, I scattered butterfly kisses onto the most puckered scar and I felt his body tense up and his eyes clench shut. I wish I could ease away some of his self-consciousness. Bringing my lips up to his ear, I whispered, “They don’t bother me, Griffin. And if they bother other people, then that’s their problem, not yours.”
I leaned back to try and look him in the eye, to let him see that I had meant what I said. Opening his eyes, he flashed me an even wider smile that made my heart race and I wondered what it would be like for him to kiss me. Despite having shared such an intimate and physical moment this morning and the night before, he has yet to kiss me. For a moment before he had entered me last night, I thought he would. I want to taste myself on his lips. Heat crept up my neck and my gaze dropped to his lips.
“Can I kiss you?” I rushed out breathily. Despite my bold behavior earlier, I still felt shy asking such a question. A kiss seemed so much more intimate, as if it would bring us even closer than before. I could see the shock of my question on his face. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him at this very moment. There was just something special about him that was pulling me towards him, pulling us together. I might not have been around many men in my life but I felt it. The connection, the sparks. I wonder if he felt it too. Many people had fallen in love at first sight before. Why couldn’t it be that way for us?
“Annabella, I—” Afraid of his rejection, I lunged towards Griffin and pressed my lips to his. He let out a soft growl and hauled me onto his lap, taking control of the kiss. He pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth, devouring me, clashing our teeth together and dominating the kiss. Pres
sing into his warmth, molding my body to his, he slowed down the kiss, as if he finally realized that I wouldn’t be pulling away. His tongue slowed down to a soft gentle exploration. I’m not sure which I liked more, his rough, dominating kiss or his gentle, possessive kiss. Pulling back, I dropped a kiss on the scar that catches the corner of his lip, trailing kisses all the way up to his ear.
“I think you’re beautiful, Griffin. You hide behind your anger and keep people away. Please let me in. We can make this work. We could be happy. If you let us be.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth did I feel Griffin pick me up and carry me out of the gazebo. Startled, I let out a squeal of shock, immediately wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly. I probably resembled a monkey right now. He laughed lightly and lowered his lips over mine once again. Lost in his lips and his taste, I felt him lowering me and soon enough, my back touched the grass. Laying me down, Griffin maneuvered himself between my legs all the while keeping our lips locked. Pulling back to catch his breath, he looked down at me.
“Stay, Bella. Please.” His voice husky, filled with emotion. “I don’t want to be angry anymore. I want to heal and move on. Will you stay here and teach me? Please don’t go back to the agency. I’ll make this right. I’m so sorry for the way I’d been acting. You deserve better. You deserve everything. Please, let me give you everything.”
I felt Griffin steal a piece of my heart as the words left his mouth. We both had some healing to do. While they might be different, we could still do it together. In response, I tilted my head towards him, offering him my lips once more. With a groan, Griffin lowered his head and accepted the kiss. For the first time since arriving at Creston Falls, all of my fears disappeared.
“Angel,” Griffin breathed out, nipping my ear. His stubble tickled the side of my face.
“Mmm, Griffin. Please,” I moaned, wanting him to kiss me more, anywhere, everywhere. I needed his touch. I lifted my hips, trying to get some friction. Sliding his hand between us, he stroked my thigh before moving under my dress, cupping my mound.
“I see you were lying about not wearing panties earlier. Don’t tease me, Beauty. I’ll spank that sinful ass of yours the next time.” He continued to stroke my pussy over my panties and my hips began to rock slightly against his fingers.
“Are you sore, Angel?” He nibbled on my bottom lip as he yanked my panties to the side, dipping a finger inside. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you again.”
I was tender but it felt so good having him inside me once again. Arching into his touch, I feel myself growing wetter as his thumb rubbed my clit. “More,” I managed to gasp out as he added a second finger.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. I barely even touched you. Is all this cream for me?”
Thrusting his fingers harder into me, he rubbed my clit a little faster.
“Do you like what I’m doing, Angel? Do you want more? Do you want me to slide my big, hard cock inside you and give us what we both want? Fuck my fingers, Bella. Show me how much you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours. Show me how much you want me to slide my big fat cock inside you. “ He growled, raking his teeth across my neck. I didn’t think he meant to pose them as questions but I doubt I could answer him if I even tried.
His words were killing me. Who knew words could set your body on fire like this. “What are you doing to me? Oh god. I… I just … please, Griffin. Please…” With his other hand, Griffin tugged hard at the top of my dress causing my breasts to spill out. My nipples harden instantly under his hungry gaze. Dipping his head, he licked and placed kisses all around my left breast before sucking my nipple into his mouth fully. Each tug, nip and lick shot straight to my clit and I felt my orgasm slowly building. I knew this one was going to blow last night’s out of the water.
“Not yet, Angel. This time I want you cumming around my cock. I want to feel your pussy milking my cum out of me.” He rumbled, removing his hand from between my legs.
“Just hurry, please. Griffin, I need you.” My words seemed to set him in motion. He leaned up, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. “Oh god!” Even with our bodies no longer touching, I couldn’t stop myself from arching up towards him, needing to feel his weight back on top of me. I needed something to ease the throbbing between my legs. I was so close.
Griffin’s breathing seemed to turn uneven and rapid. Grabbing his cock, he roughly stroked it up and down, sliding his thumb over the tip and smearing precum all over as he stared ravenously at me spread out deliciously before him.
“Angel, I know you aren’t on any birth control. You could already be pregnant after our night together, but you might not be. I have a condom if you want me to use it this time.”
“Why would you need that?” I asked, wondering why he would suggest it. We were to be married soon. We didn’t need condoms. He didn’t use one last night so why would he bother using one now.
Griffin gave me a long look, which seemed almost pained. “I don’t want to force you, Angel. It’s your choice if you want me to use one or not.”
“I’m going to be your wife, am I not?” I questioned, reaching for his erection only to have him jerk away.
He studied me for a second as if trying to read me. “You’re saying you’re okay if we don’t use protection? You’ll risk having a baby? Because I fucking loved having you bare last night.” Sliding my dress up higher, he caressed my stomach.
“I want it all, Griffin. I want to fall in love, and to have your babies.”
“I want to be inside you without a condom. I want to fill you up with my cum and get you pregnant, because, yes, you’ll be my wife.”
His words sent pleasure racing all over my body, filling me up with warmth and a sense of peace. I could feel it seeping into my heart. I wasn’t alone anymore. I have a family now.
Griffin leaned down and yanked off my panties, tossing them haphazardly behind him. Crawling back up, he wrapped me up in his arms while lowering his mouth to mine. His fingers sank deep into my hair and he kissed me hard, dominating me. Feeling more than a little desperate, I fought back against his questing tongue and lips, causing the both of us to let out a moan. Breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down between my legs, spreading my wet lips. Griffin grabbed his cock and tapped it against my clit a couple of times before nudging it against my entrance, teasing me, bringing me to the edge even more. Glistening with need, I raised my hips in an attempt to try and get him to slide deep inside me.
I could see Griffin’s face tighten with restraint as he fought to control his desire. I could see it in his eyes that he was fighting not to hurt me like he had the night before.
“Take me,” I encouraged him. “I’m yours.”
Hesitating for only a split second, he took his cock and slid it between my pussy lips as few times before he nudged my entrance once more, slowly pushing inside. I could tell he was still holding himself back. I wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted him to connect us and fill every part of me. Determined, I locked my legs around his waist and thrust my hips up, sliding him even deeper and impaling myself onto him. I wanted my hands all over his rock-solid body but he still had his shirt on. Moving my hands, I tried to rip off his clothes with a frustrated whine. Griffin captured both of my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head as he started to thrust faster and harder. Before I could protest against not having my hands on him, he took my mouth in the most tender and gentle kiss I had ever experienced. Gently sliding his tongue against mine, it felt like he was worshiping me.
Letting go of my wrists, he braced himself on one arm, using the other to coast down between my legs and to my clit, stroking me as he continued thrusting deep and hard. I felt myself become slicker and I couldn’t help the buck of my hips.
“God, you’re so tight, Bella, so fucking perfect. It’s like you were made just for me.” He grunted, picking up speed.
“Yes, for you. I was made just for you.” The confession fell easily from b
etween my lips. It felt right. He seemed to lose all his control at my admission and began slamming into me at full force.
“Say it again, Angel. Tell me you’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Tell me you want me to cum deep inside of you, to fill every inch of your tight pussy with my cum.”
“Yes, Griffin. Please. I’m yours, all yours.”
The “beast” was in control now and the fact that it was I who had made him lose control had my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Throwing my arms around him, I bit his shoulder, muffling my scream of pleasure.
“Fuck!” he roared, and I felt his cock grow slightly larger and pulse as his warm seed splashed against my walls, filling me up. “God, you get so fucking tight when you cum around my cock.”
Dropping down to his elbows so that he didn’t crush me, he gave me a slow, lazy kiss.
“You’re going to be my wife.” It was clearly a statement.
I smiled and nod my agreement.
Claiming my mouth once more, he slid himself out of me and I moaned at the feeling, my pussy already clenching at the loss. Sitting up on his knees, he tucked his still semi-hard cock back in his pants. “I just had you and now I want you again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you and your delectable body, Angel.”
A wave of shyness washed over me as he looked down at me, practically naked, and I tried to close my legs, which was impossible with him still on his knees between them. Grabbing my thighs, Griffin yanked my legs open fully and stared greedily at my freshly fucked pussy.
“Don’t you ever hide that from me,” he commanded, taking his finger and running it between my lips. He brought his finger back up and I could see it glistening with our combined juices.