by Lana Hartley
“Please, Molly…”
I finally regain some control over my muscular activity. I simply nod, but I still don’t say anything to him.
He walks past me and takes the roses, placing them on my kitchen table.
“These will look good here,” he offers.
I stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to say something else.
“Molly,” he holds his hands up, “I am so, so sorry. Yes, it’s true that my plan began with trying to win you over so you would lift my suspension from the Expose. I really wanted to fuck Crystal in the beginning.”
I flinch at his words.
He pauses here, waiting to see if I will counter, argue or fly into his arms. I do none of these things; I simply look at the ground and remain silent, still.
Owen has no choice but to continue on with his apology.
“What was not part of the plan,” he says, “is the way I now feel about you. I can’t deny it any longer, Molly. I think I’m in love with you.”
Whoa, hold the train. No way. Owen fucking Wolfe just said the L word?
His words are powerful, and I can hear the vulnerability in his voice, but I’m not quite ready to open up to him yet. I’m not sure what to think, if I can trust him. I need a little more.
Owen approaches me and takes my hands in his, cradling them gently. I don’t protest or try to pull away.
“Molly,” he whispers softly, his voice like a prayer, “I love you. You’re the only thing I can think about. I can’t fucking sleep, I can’t fucking eat. Without you, I’m fucking nothing.”
I ponder his confession and digest it, allowing it to sink into every fiber of my being.
“Do you think you can grant me a second chance to fix everything I’ve fucked up?” Owen asks softly.
I breathe in the intoxicating and sexy scent of his masculine cologne. He’s only standing close to me, but I can feel his amazing strength and safety, as if I’m already wrapped in his arms.
I finally know how to answer him. I decide to go with the truth.
“I’m scared.” My voice cracks and my eyes pool with tears.
“What are you scared of?” He leans in and rubs my cheek with his thumb.
“I’m not sure I’m a risk-taker after all,” I admit, and look at the floor.
“You’re a fucking strong and incredible woman,” he proclaims.
I finally muster the courage to make eye contact with him. “You don’t even know how many times I’ve been heartbroken,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry that I’m the reason for the latest one,” he says, his eyes full of genuine regret.
I shake my head as the realization hits me. “I used work as a Band-Aid, a way to distract myself from being lonely and hurt. Now what do I have to show for it?” I shrug. “Not a damn thing.”
“You have me.” Owen gently hugs me close to his body. I want so badly to believe him, but the pain of all the hurt in my past makes me feel like I can’t let him in.
Surrendering to Owen would mean finally being free of the shackles that bind me, but I need for him to prove his love first.
Owen
She’s with me and all seems right in the world.
She’s mine at last and I will never fucking let her go.
Having Molly in my arms feels fucking perfect. It’s like everything I never knew I wanted. But she still hasn’t forgiven me.
Not that I can blame her. I fucked up royally, and she’d be perfectly within her rights to kick me to the curb right now.
But I fucking hope like hell that she won’t.
“Molly,” I say, cupping her cheek in my palm and tilting her face up to mine. “Can you forgive me?”
She stares at me for a long time, and I can see the fear in her eyes. Fear that I helped up there.
“I know it’s asking a lot,” I continue. “But please. If you just give me a chance, I’ll spend every fucking day for the rest of my life proving to you that I really do love you. None of what happened between us was a lie. Of that you can be certain.”
The rest of my life. Those words hit me hard. But I know they’re true. There’s not another woman that could do to me what Molly does. She’s it. I know it now. I feel it with everything that’s in me.
“Owen, it felt so real. All of it. I just can’t believe that you tried to deceive me like that. Everything was built on false pretenses.”
“No.” I shake my head adamantly. “Maybe that’s the reason that brought us together, but nothing—nothing, do you hear me?—about a single second we’ve been together has been false. Every bit of it’s real. Including how much I love you.”
This time she gives me a small smile. “I love you, too.”
All the air rushes out of my lungs in a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Fuck. She loves me. It’s almost impossible to believe.
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance?” I give her teasing smirk.
“I’m scared,” she says again. “But I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to take a chance. I want to see what’s out there for me.” She pauses. “Or what’s right here.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I’ll spend every day showing her that everything she could ever want is right here. Us. Together.
I stare into her eyes for several heartbeats, then I slowly lower my mouth to hers. She doesn’t resist. In fact, it feels like…surrender.
Within moments, what starts as a slow kiss grows deeper, needier. It’s like we’re both starved for each other. My hand comes up to graze along her side and up over the firm mound of her breast, then I’m sliding the robe off her shoulders.
I kiss along her neck and down her collarbone, reveling in the fact that she’s in my arms.
I’m never going to let her go.
She shrugs out of the robe, and then she’s standing pressed against me, her soft delicately scented skin driving me mad.
In one quick move, I hoist her up against me and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I’m a man on a mission now as I stalk toward her bedroom. We kiss the entire time, not breaking apart. I feel like I can’t get close enough to her.
I spread her out in front of me on her bed, and she lets her knees fall to the side, exposing her beautiful glistening pussy for me to devour with my eyes.
Then I’m devouring it with my mouth. I do feel like a man starved. I eat her out with a fiery passion like I’ve never felt before, wanting to make her feel better than she ever has.
“Oh, fuck, Owen. Oh my God,” she pants as she writhes and convulses under my attention.
I slide two fingers inside her hot, tight pussy, and her slick walls clamp down on me. I tease her G-spot while I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, and then she’s coming apart underneath me.
Cum squirts out, drenching my face and my hand, and holy fuck is that sexy as hell. My cock is throbbing painfully, desperate to be inside her once again. Right where I fucking belong.
“Fuck me, Owen, please.” She’s begging, and I fucking love it.
“I think I can get down with that,” I tease.
Then I’m climbing up and hovering over her, staring into her eyes as my cock teases her cum-coated slit.
I wait, drawing the moment out as I brace myself above her. “I love you, Molly,” I say, more earnestly than I’ve ever said anything in my life.
And I fucking mean it.
As I slide into her soft, silky wetness, I keep my gaze locked with hers. This is different, more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t want to miss a fucking second of the expressions that flit across her gorgeous face while I make love to her.
Yeah, that’s fucking right. I mean, I’m going to fuck her, make no mistake about that. But this is so much more than just a fuck.
Molly’s made a new man out of me. And I don’t ever fucking want to be the same old guy again. I want a life with her. Starting right fucking now.
“You’re it for me, Molly,” I say as I
take her with long, slow thrusts.
Her eyes widen, and her breath comes faster.
“I don’t know what all that entails, but I know every word is fucking true,” I whisper as I lower my forehead to hers, loving how it feels to be this close to someone in every way.
Who the fuck knew, right?
“Only on one condition,” she says, a smile curving her lips.
I pump into her harder, unable to take it slow anymore, even as I’m desperate to hear this ‘condition.’
“What’s that?” I bite out, my breath coming faster as her pussy squeezes and contracts around my cock.
“That you promise to fuck me every single day and make me cum my brains out.”
I laugh, then give her a hard kiss on the lips.
“That’s one fucking promise I guarantee I’ll never break.”
Starting right fucking now.
So I do. I make her come her brains out, then I do it again, pumping that pussy so full of my man juice that by the time we’re done I know we’ll be a filthy mess. Then I do it again. And again.
Yeah, all that bullshit about being a lone wolf? That’s exactly what it was. Bullshit. Because now I know that when you find the right woman, there’s nothing better.
And I know she’s mine forever.
I fucking own her.
And I’ll make her remember that time and again, for the rest of our lives.
Stolen
By Lana Hartley
Copyright 2018 by Dark Princess Press
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Jacob
Leah Waterson is going to look so damn good when she’s looking up at me. By then, the only thing blocking my view of her would be my cock.
Right now though, I’m on my knees before her, picking up the earbuds that shot from her ears when she whipped her head around. Not expecting me to be in her hallway.
Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be here at all.
I’ll probably fire this crew because they didn’t inform me that another person would be on the premises. Though I was going to fire them anyway. I don’t keep a crew.
After all, I’m a tech and finance billionaire.
I don’t need to steal art. Of course, rarely do I need anything.
Not like the way I need those pink lips she’s biting to be wrapped around my cock. Her delicate porcelain skin is reddening, and she wouldn’t look me in the eye after I pressed the earbud back into her ear.
“You must be Mrs. Waterson?” I ask, but I know that Mr. Waterson is really her father.
I heard what he did to his son, and he must be hiding his daughter. Because if this was his wife, he wouldn’t be meeting me right now. He’d be burying his cock in her.
I lurch inwardly thinking he might be planning to do that later.
Peter Waterson is a sick fuck.
Those green-blue eyes look into my own, and my cock is jumping in my slacks to have those eyes looking at me.
“No,” she says in a soft little voice. “I’m Leah. Peter, um,” she pauses to correct herself. “Mr. Waterson is my father.”
“I see,” I say, trailing my eyes purposely down her little dress.
It’s so flimsy. It could be a nightgown, or maybe a sundress.
It needs to be torn to shreds at her knees while I eat her pussy so good she screams.
My eyes follow her heaving breasts, noting her heavy breathing, only making her more nervous. It serves to make me more aware of how I’m affecting her. She must see the bulge in my slacks.
Oh, yes, good girl. She looked.
She knows the effect she’s had on me.
I think about her brother. The one Peter sold to a foreign prince to close a deal. He’ll offer this sweet angel up to me all the same.
I’ll bring Peter to his knees, and he’ll think it was all his idea.
I’ll be fucking sweet little Leah in the very room she’s headed to, before this night is out, and stupid fucking Peter Waterson will think it’s all his idea. He’ll be doing it to apologize for fucking up our merger.
That’s why Peter thinks I’m here. He’s my mark, and he fancies himself my rival.
Though he’s no match for me.
Generally, I’d be humiliating him in a few weeks by buying his foreclosed house and telling him how the other pieces are going to go nicely with what I already got from his collection. I stole the rare Brival oil on canvas tonight. My crew already gave me the go ahead.
I glance down at my phone and see the coded message.
Everything went fine with the art thievery.
Looking back up from my phone, I make eye contact with Leah.
“Leah,” I say her name and watch her breathing.
She’s trying to slow it down. I get the feeling she doesn’t talk to many people. Especially not people who look at her with the pure intent to fuck her like I do.
“It’s nice meeting you. What are you listening to?”
“The radio,” she says.
It’s such a plain answer. Her little voice sounds almost out of practice.
Fuck, Peter keeps her cloistered. I’ll have her moaning and then screaming for me soon. I’ll keep her, but I’m not going to cage her like this.
She’s too goddamn beautiful for that.
“The radio?” I say in a humorous tone.
“Yes,” she confirms. I see there’s a ticker running on the display.
“Oh, that’s me there,” I point to several three-letters-in-caps codes for companies on the screen.
“That’s me, too,” I say.
Her bewildered look is amusing, and then she looks excited.
“You’re...Jacob Renaud, of Renaud Holdings?”
I straighten my jacket and trade a smile with her.
“Why, yes, I am. Are you one of my shareholders?”
“Yes, I am,” she says. She’s blushing furiously.
“Do you trade a lot of stocks?” I ask her, genuinely curious if the princess locked up in the gaudy castle her father owns spends her time on the stock exchange.
“I mostly hold, but I trade some for quick reinvestment,” she says.
Now her eyes meet mine, and they narrow.
“You must know a lot more about stocks than I do.”
“Yes, and if I tell you what I know, then it’s practically insider trading,” I tell her. “You aren’t a bad girl, are you, Leah?” I tease her and crack my knuckles.
“Never,” she says, a wistful look in her eyes for a moment.
Then she starts looking at the floor again.
“Don’t let me keep you any longer. I’ll be back in a few minutes, you’ll want to finish before the markets open for tomorrow,” I tell her.
It’s quite late, and I don’t want her thinking about the markets when I’m slapping my balls against her ass and pumping my cock so hard into her.
She sucks in a breath and looks just past me, worried. As if there’s someone to save her. I’m the thing she’ll need saving from, soon enough, but for now, I’m saving her.
“I know what happened to your brother.”
I curl my finger under her chin and make her look up at me.
“You knew it was going to happen to you.”
I can see her breathing is far more erratic.
“Lucky running into you, Leah,” I say with a laugh.
Oh, it is. To think I was going to take her father’s shitty car. One of the tacky things he loves like he should love his children.
The payment for the slight will be so much better paid by this sweet little girl.
Leah shuffles toward h
er room, wrapping her arms around herself with her phone pressed against her shoulder. She’s so petite, that’s how high her phone reaches. She can’t be more than twenty-three, certainly younger than twenty-five.
Leah
I know my father is having one of his business meetings, but I don’t care.
I don’t care if it bothers him that I have to walk through the hallway and someone might see me. They rarely have, all these years. Plus, I left my phone charger in the kitchen from when I made myself a sandwich for dinner.
I’d realized that while I liked listening to music instead of the radio, the way I kept switching through songs really had eaten up my battery.
But in the hallway…
I’m in my room now, and I still can’t return my breathing to normal. Jacob Renaud, a man I’ve read about through researching some stocks I hold. I’ve considered his holding companies all good investments.
But I’m gulping now because the investment he’s going to hold is me.
My father sold my brother, used him to barter some trade deal with a foreign prince. That was that. I was the last bargaining chip my father had. I always knew some day, he’d trade me with less care than I showed the penny stocks I’d started with a long time ago.
Well, of course, I cared about every investment I made, but my father was going to throw me away like trash that would make someone else happy. He never cared about me.
Jacob Renaud.
I’d seen a picture once. I’d found him attractive, of course, but I hadn’t really given him more than a cursory glance. That was impossible, though, when he was standing before me, all hard muscle and very clean lines on his suit.
He looked incredible. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.
He was looking at me like I was already his. Jacob Renaud had said as much. My father would have me traded off for whatever business deal they were doing. That was that.
Renaud said he’d be back tonight.
I know he’d let me know that. I need to finish the program I’m listening to, but right now, my holdings are the least of my concerns.
No, I’m to be the next holding Jacob Renaud would have.
How dare he! It’s bad enough my father would do such things, and when that prince took my brother away, I was horrified that more than one person in the world could think this was okay.