“What the fuck is going on here?” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips.
“He… he attacked me,” I whispered, pointing a finger at the guard.
“Nico,” Dominic growled. “Is this true?”
“Of course fucking not,” he said savagely, glaring at me. “I know she’s your property, Dom.”
“I hope so,” Dominic said, pushing me aside so hard I stumbled. He walked towards Nico, his inked knuckles whitening as he wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat. “If you fucking touch her again, you’re dead. Fucking dead, and I don’t give a shit who you are. You can tell Luca the same.”
“Y-yes,” Nico choked out, his eyes bulging as Dom raised him off the floor. “I got it! F-fuck, I got it! Please!”
He held him in the air for several long moments before unwrapping his fingers. Nico fell to the floor, shouting obscenities when he hit the ground.
Dominic stormed past me, barely giving me a look.
“Wait!” I cried out, and his eyes connected with mine. He stopped briefly, glaring at me like this whole thing was my fault.
“What?” he snarled.
“My room,” I whispered, touching my hip where his fingers had been moments ago. “Did you unlock it?”
“Yes,” he said simply, turning away again.
“Dom,” I said softly, and his eyes snapped back to mine again. “What is this garden?”
His expression softened, but only for a second. Next thing I knew, his eyes were dark and unreadable. He walked away.
I never got my answer.
I STOOD IN FRONT OF her room, my fist an inch away from the door.
I wasn’t sure if I should knock, or just walk inside, and it was making me nervous.
“Fuck this,” I muttered to myself, opening the door wide and walking into her room like I owned the place—which I fucking did, I reminded myself.
I found her lying on the thick fluffy white carpet, going through a book she found God knows where.
“What the hell are you doing?” I barked at her.
She looked at me, her hands under her chin and her legs behind her back, and rolled over to her back, staring at the ceiling.
“I found a library,” she said simply. “I took a book. Is that a crime?”
“No,” I growled, my eyes hungrily drinking her in.
She was impossibly fucking sexy, and she didn’t even know it. It was driving me absolutely insane. It had only been a few hours since I’d seen her in my garden, but I couldn’t stay away. I was well and truly hooked, desperate to know what she was up to.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her hands tracing a path down her body, over her smooth navel and those wide fucking hips.
I was losing my mind. She was still wearing sinfully tight leggings and her top was riding up, exposing an inch of her tight stomach. It was wreaking havoc on me, the innocent way she touched her body that was so suggestive in a way she didn’t even understand. She was irresistible.
“I…” I started, my sentence hanging unfinished in the air. What was I going to say? I had no fucking idea, I just knew I had to check in on her after what had happened in the garden. I’d just walked away, and even though I knew Nico and Luca wouldn’t dare touch her again, I was nervous as hell. I was never like that. “I just came to tell you something,” I said lamely.
“Yes?” she asked, getting to her feet and sitting on the bed in front of me. “What is it?”
Her eyes were wide and innocent, and I hated myself for what I was about to do.
“Get up,” I said roughly, and she got to her feet instantly, like she couldn’t help but follow my directions. Her face flushed when her body reacted like she hadn’t wanted to obey me but wasn’t able to resist.
“W-why?” she asked, and I furrowed my brows, staring at her as she stood in front of me. She was shaking.
“Strip,” I said simply, and she let out a little gasp, opening her mouth to protest. “No, don’t say anything. Take your clothes off, beautiful. It’s about time I examined my property.”
She shook so badly, I felt it in every inch of my body, my cock tightening painfully at the sight of her. I wanted her. I wanted to bury myself in her to the hilt, feel her pussy spasm around my cock and feel her come all over me. I bet she’d be a loud one, screaming and moaning for me as I fucked her. I couldn’t wait to test out that theory.
She reached for the straps of her camisole, and I watched with my hands in fists as she slid it down her slender pale shoulders. The voices in my head were screaming, demanding I grab her and make her submit to me completely, but my conscience was telling me to wait. Make her a little bit more comfortable, and because I was a sick fuck, make her beg for it, beg for me.
“I want to see you naked,” I said roughly, my voice strained with the need to have her in my hands. Hold her, fuck her, hurt her… Anything and everything, as long as my fingers were on her innocent skin, as long as I got to fucking touch her. “Strip. Like a good girl. Don’t waste time, beautiful, let me see your body.”
Slowly, her hands moved to hold the hem of her camisole, and with a single motion, she pulled it off over her head. I was left staring at her tits in a pretty, lacy pink bra that was driving me wild. She stared right at me as she reached for the hem of her pants, slowly wiggling out of them and letting them fall to the floor. She was wearing matching panties. It was almost too much, and I growled as I watched her, ready to sink my claws in.
“Like this?” she asked, raising her hair in one hand and spinning before me. “Is this what you wanted, sir?”
Oh yes, the little bitch had seen the effect she’d had on me last time she used that word. I smirked at her.
“Everything off,” I said. “I want you bare. Right now.”
She came up to me, standing just a few inches away as she slipped her panties off, raising them between us and letting them fall to the floor.
“Bra too,” I managed to grunt, fixing my eyes on hers. She was daring me to look down at her sexy little body, but for now, I was resisting her siren call. “Everything. Fucking. Off.”
“Help me,” she mewled, taking my hand in hers and leading it to her back. I had to stop my fingers from shaking as I undid the hooks on her bra, letting her tits fall free.
She cupped her chest and fluttered her lashes at me innocently.
“Aren’t you going to take it off for me?” she asked sweetly, and I nearly lost it.
I reached in front of her, my other hand going to the small of her back and pulling her against me possessively. I grabbed the bra from her dainty little fingers and tore it off, throwing it on the floor. And then I looked at her tits.
She had perfectly pink nipples, tiny and puckered against my chest. Her tits were big though, much bigger than I could have guessed, and they were perfectly full, so perky it made my mouth water. I moved my hand down to her ass, groping her curves as I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath that she took.
“Is this what you wanted?” she whispered, stepping on tiptoes to whisper on my lips. “Is this what you wanted to see, sir?”
“Stop calling me that,” I grunted, and she smiled, shaking her head no. “You better fucking stop now, beautiful. You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
“Show me,” she moaned, and reached up for me, her arms wrapping around my neck.
I pulled her against me, her naked body writhing against mine and making me really want to lose control.
“Please,” she said, in that same needy tone. “Please, show me how you examine your property.”
My fingers dipped between her legs while I held her chin with my other hand. I slapped her thighs apart gently, and she moved so her legs were open for me. She let out a little gasp as I outlined her pussy with my finger. Her cunt was dripping all over me, her sweetness leaking out of her so desperately it was plainly obvious just how much she needed me.
I traced my finger to her asshole and she squirmed, shutting her eyes
when I touched her little hole.
“Relax,” I grunted against her forehead. “Not yet.”
Her shoulders sagged with relief, and I gently led her lips to mine. She looked up at me, her eyes full of hope and hatred for what I was making her do. But she couldn’t help herself, just like I couldn’t. She felt it too, this impossibly strong magnetic force between us. She wanted this as badly as I did.
I kissed her, a gentle, sweet little kiss, telling her she was safe with me.
And then I shoved her down to her knees.
“Open my zipper,” I growled at her. “Hurry.”
She didn’t hesitate, her fingers reaching up and pulling down, my belt buckle clanging as she tugged on it next, undoing my pants.
“Don’t take them off,” I said roughly. “I want you naked while I’m wearing clothes. I like how helpless you are.”
She looked up at me as I wrapped a hand around her hair.
“Take it out,” I told her, my voice gentler than I would have cared to admit.
Her eyes were glued to mine as she pulled my boxers down, my cock springing free the second she let it out. I saw her eyes widen, the fear setting in, even when she desperately tried to hide it. She wrapped her fingers around my base, staring at my cock and marveling at the size. I didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, even though my body was desperately urging me to thrust forward. But I needed to pace myself. It was her first time, she didn’t deserve me rushing things… And I wanted to take my time with her sweet little mouth.
I knew I was too big for her. Not just for her pussy, not just for her ass. I was most definitely too thick and too long to fit in her mouth fully, but I didn’t give a shit. I was going to do it by the end of the day, and once I was done, she was going to drink me up like a good girl should.
“Belle,” I said, and her eyes connected with mine, all innocence, and unawareness of just how sinful sexy she was on her knees like that. I touched her cheek, my fingers caressing her skin as she swallowed, looking up at me. “Lick the tip.”
She kept looking at me as she stuck her tongue out, leaning closer and touching the tip of her little pink tongue to the slit in my cock. My fingers tightened in her hair.
“More,” I growled.
She licked. She swirled her tongue and lapped at my tip, and she never took her eyes off mine. It was fucking incredible. I was leaking precum, almost embarrassing myself when a thick drop of the liquid dropped from my cock to the hardwood floor.
“Belle,” I said. “Don’t let it fucking go to waste.”
She looked down, her hand still wrapped around my cock. Then, she leaned down and licked my precum off the floor. I nearly burst at the sight of it, her tongue flicking against the wood and getting every single bit of it into her mouth. She leaned back up and shocked me by opening her mouth wide, her eyes on mine as she took me into her wet hole.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she struggled with my length, doing her best to choke down every last inch.
Her eyes were glued to mine, staring me down, almost daring me to stop her as she filled her mouth with my straining cock. She choked every few seconds, and I muttered sweet little things to her to keep her going because if she didn’t, I’d have to fuck her throat, and she really wasn’t ready for that kind of meanness. I could barely resist though, and as her hot little mouth moved on my cock, I tightened my grip on her hair and made her keep going, gently pushing deeper inside her.
She sucked so well, like she was born to do just that. And I let her work her magic, getting more eager with every groan I made, her mouth feeling like the perfect fit for my dick.
“Fuck, Belle,” I groaned. “I can’t go this slow, I’m sorry, beautiful.”
She mumbled something, the sound muffled by the thick length of me stuffed down her throat. I started working her faster, fucking that mouth until her eyes watered and she looked up at me with desperate adoration. I grabbed ahold of her head and thrust into her, and she gagged over and over again. I couldn’t get enough of it. Her wet little sounds, her whimpers, the way she still licked and sucked so desperately, even when she felt as helpless as she did. I knew I was going to burst.
“I want you to swallow,” I told her, my breath coming in quick groans. “You won’t like it, beautiful, but do it for me, do it for your master.”
She mewled and I came apart, my cock spurting thick ropes of cum inside her hot little hole. I couldn’t stop. She tried to back away on instinct, but I held her in place, filling her mouth until she gasped for air, jizz running down her lips, still spurting from my cock and all over her pretty tits.
She looked up at me, her eyes dreamy as she placed her palms on the floor, leaned down and licked every little drop off the floor.
I held my cock in my fist, jerking fast while I watched her, and once she was done, the girl was back on my cock, sucking it clean. She was relentless, desperate to get every drop down. And even though her instincts had betrayed her and left her coughing and sputtering, she made up for it by getting every little drop down her tight throat.
I was amazed. Not so much by her natural submissiveness, but more so by the feelings exploding in my chest when I looked at her.
She got to her feet, and I put my cock away as she grinned at me, her naked body more sinful than ever.
“Did I do good?” she asked, a hint of shyness to her voice as she licked her fingers clean.
“Yes,” I said firmly, pulling her in and kissing her forehead.
My body was itching to hurt her, make her do more, but my mind wouldn’t let it. Instead, I let my fingers wander down her chest, gently tweaking her nipples into points and caressing her soft skin, making her gasp with every touch of her flesh under my fingertips.
“Am I…” she started, looking away. “Am I yours now?”
“You’ve always been mine,” I said simply. “From the moment I saw you.”
She raised her eyes back to mine. And now the desperation was gone, replaced by a calculating curiosity that made her ask her next question.
“The rose garden,” she said. “Will you tell me about it?”
She had to know I was hiding something there.
But the moment she mentioned it, the spell was broken. I couldn’t let myself think about that. And I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that I was in the same mess I’d gotten myself into before… Where I cared for someone, and that put them in immediate danger. I could never tell Belle. She would be scared for the rest of her life.
“Not now, beautiful,” I said stiffly, letting go of her and walking towards the door.
“Dominic!” she cried out, and I looked at her over my shoulder. She was on the verge of tears. “You can’t do this. You can’t keep me out forever!”
“I have to,” I replied, my answer as simple as the truth.
I left the room, and after a moment’s consideration, locked the door behind me.
The sound of her sobbing followed me all the way down the hallway.
HE DIDN’T COME FOR ME until the next day.
I’d spent the rest of the previous day locked in my room. I’d never been more bored, and I longed to go back to the library I’d discovered, filled with tomes on anything and everything I could imagine. I loved the room, complete with a beautiful antique fireplace at one end, and even a ladder so I could explore the books on the high shelves. The ceilings were impossibly high, and the library reached over two levels of the castle.
Still, after spending more than a week in the beautiful building, I had no idea what we were doing there. Was it a family heritage of Dominic’s, or just a place where he was staying? I was desperate to know more, but I had seen what happened when I pried into his personal life. He was a private man, and I’d come to realize he would only tell me what he wanted me to know. Anything else, and he shut like a clam.
That morning, I’d been woken up by Chip and Sarah. I’d only seen Sarah a few times, and it seemed like she was under strict orders not to speak to me. Chip, on the ot
her hand, was friendly and kind, and I loved it every time he joined the housekeeper for her duties.
Sarah had brought me a dress in the morning, not saying a word as she showed it to me. It was red, the color of roses in that secret garden I’d stumbled upon, and I wondered whether that was a coincidence. She gave me a matching lipstick to go with the dress, along with the pair of heels I’d worn for my first dinner with Dominic. While Chip stole half of my breakfast, Sarah did my hair and makeup, making sure I looked perfect. Then, she disappeared without saying a word, leaving to do her work.
“You know, I’ve never actually heard her speak,” I said to Chip as he took a big bite of my omelet.
“That’s because she can’t talk,” he said cheerily, and I turned my head away from the vanity mirror to stare at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Sarah had her tongue cut out,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. “By the Russians. I thought you knew.”
“The… the Russians?” I whispered, my heart pounding as I stared at Chip. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the whole reason we’re here,” he said, shrugging and taking a sip of my coffee. “I thought you knew… I thought he told you.”
Suddenly, he got a panicked look on his face, and he got up abruptly, sweeping the crumbs off his pants.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he muttered. “You better come with me.”
He waited silently while I finished getting ready and then led me downstairs into a sitting room I hadn’t seen before. My heart fluttered when I saw Dominic sitting in a plush armchair. It looked like a throne, and he looked like a handsome, savage prince. Neither of us said a word, but I watched him as I slowly approached the seat.
Chip led me to him, and Dom barely looked at me before he pulled me on his lap. I settled on his knees, pulling my knees closer and my arms around his neck. He smoothed down my dress where it was revealing too much, and I pressed my face into his neck. I waited until the sound of Chip’s retreating footsteps faded out.
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