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Not His to Touch: a Forbidden Virgin, Guardian & Ward Dark Romance

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by Piper Trace


  He was sure the things he wanted came from the evil that was in his blood, passed on from his father, and there was penance to be paid.

  “Bishop?” She squeezed his erection and he pressed his hips forward automatically, pushing himself into her grip.

  “Only you,” he whispered.

  Her eyes widened. “You mean you haven’t, since,…at your father’s?”

  He shook his head, his mouth pulled into a grim line. But then, a miracle. A smile full of authentic joy spread across Penelope’s lovely face.

  “Then this will be your first time making love too.”

  As her words sank in, his heart shuddered and swelled. She was right. This wasn’t just special for her, this was a remarkable first for him too.

  He kissed her again and smiled down at her, feeling lighter and freer than he had in years. “Then why should we have only one night together, Pen? This is something to celebrate.” He nipped at her neck. “I’ve made all of the arrangements with Bryce already. I told him I wanted to surprise you. Your plane leaves Monday morning. How about we live this dream until then?”

  She squealed and let go of his cock to wrap her arms around him, kissing every spot on his face she could reach. Happiness coursed through him like a drug and he found he couldn’t kiss her properly because his lips wouldn’t stop smiling.

  “Shh, shh.” He put a finger over her lips. “You need to calm down,” he dropped his weight heavier onto her, reminding her of his intentions, “because I’m going to make love to you, Penelope, and fuck you, and take you from behind, and you’re going to ride me. I’m going to have you against the wall, in the shower, out back in the garden, bent over the couch, even on the kitchen table if I want.”

  “Bishop.” The sounds that came after his name weren’t words, only moans, sighs.

  His voice was gruff, a man barely in control. He fisted his cock and kissed her again, pressing his teeth down on her bottom lip before letting it go.

  “Will I be able to do all those things?” she whispered, her words thin and leaking trepidation.

  That fear tripped the monster in him again, and he reached down further and squeezed his aching balls. “Little one, before Monday morning, I’m going to defile you in every way a man can defile a woman. I will make sure that if there’s a way for you to give a man pleasure, you will have given it to me first. We might not be able to be together, but this is how I will mark you as mine forever. No matter what a man ever does to you, I will have already done it.” He growled the last words.

  She whimpered under him, but whether in fear or pleasure, he couldn’t be sure. He shifted up in the bed until the broad head of his dick was finally positioned at her virgin entrance.

  “Pull your feet up and bend your legs, Pen. Let your knees fall outward. You’re going to be really tight and I’m not small. This will hurt a little. Try to relax.”

  She nodded, her eyes apprehensive, and did as he instructed. The crown of his erection was leaking with precum, and it took everything he had to go slow. He wanted her so goddammed badly. With rhythmic strokes, he rubbed the broad head of his dick into her folds and against her clit until she moaned and bucked her hips.

  “Please, Bishop. Don’t make me wait.”

  With a trembling hand, he placed his cock at her entrance. “You’re so wet for me.” His voice rumbled with lust.

  “Yesss,” she sighed, a sound of relief, as if this was the moment she’d been waiting for since the day they’d met.

  With his heart drumming in his chest and joy giving his heart wings, he shifted his hips forward, starting the first push of pressure into her. Though he wasn’t even close to being inside, her heat already bathed his cock, beckoning him in, promising him heaven.

  She was everything he wanted, and their love was breaking him. He had turned his back on everything he believed for this moment. But, god it was worth it. He was finally going to have her completely, body and soul.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “More,” she begged, not bothering to answer his question.

  He pressed further until he encountered her barrier. “Look at me,” he commanded, and she locked her eyes to his. In that connection, in that moment, he believed everything was right about their love. How could something so miraculous be a mistake?

  “I love you, honey,” he whispered, and shoved harder, holding her in place underneath him. Pen called out, a sound that bit with pain, but Bishop didn’t stop. It was done. He’d taken his young ward’s virginity. Now she was a woman, and she was truly his.

  Wrapping his hands around her back, he hooked his fingers over her shoulders and pulled her down as he tried to lunge deeper into her. She was so fucking tight that he almost couldn’t get his cock in her.

  But that wasn’t going to stop him. He was at the point of no return. He was going to take her until he bathed her womb with his hot cum, deep inside his little Pen.

  She made quick, whimpering sounds as he worked his way into her, triggering his protective instincts enough to finally cut through his mad lust.

  “Tell me if you need me to stop, Pen, and I’ll try. I’ll try.” He meant it, but he hoped she didn’t ask, because, god help him, he wasn’t sure if he could. Her unviolated channel hugged his thick length so tightly that he was ready to come just from trying to work it into her.

  “I’m okay,” she squeaked. “It’s just intense.”

  He pulled shallow and tried again, using the pumping of his ass to go a bit deeper each time, until finally, he was fully sheathed in her. He looked at her, so small underneath him, and yet stretched full with his cock, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. This time, he couldn’t ask if she was okay. He had to come.

  He pulled back and then thrust hard, making her arch her tits in the air and cry out. Then he did it again, and again, while she cried out under him. By this point, her velvety core had softened and elongated, and when he lunged into her, he was able to fuck her so deeply his balls slapped against her skin. His naughty little Pen had taken all of him.

  When he was deep inside her pussy, a feeling of love and possessiveness swamped him so strongly that he was certain he couldn’t let her get on that plane on Monday.

  “Christ, I love you, Pen. Fuck. Just tell me you love me too. Promise that you love me, and that’s why you’re letting me do this to you.”

  Her eyes swam with devotion. “I love you, Bishop. I want this more than anything.” Her tone was full of emotion and distress, tripping all kinds of guilt in his head.

  “Oh god, I’m hurting you.” His words were loaded with anguish, because even as he’d asked the question, he continued to pump into her lithe, little body, faster, harder. Not even considering stopping.

  “I want it. I want it,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” Her words were breathless.

  He reached down between them to coax her clit to orgasm. He didn’t want to finish until she Pen was pulsing around him. He wanted to make sure she had a memory of coming with Bishop’s cock inside her.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Touch me like that. It makes it easier.”

  And he knew she meant easier to bear. He sped up the rhythm of his fingers, knowing she was close. He could read Penelope’s responses so well.

  “It’s almost over, honey.” He practically choked the words out, he was so close to spilling in her. “Letting me do this to you, goddamn,” he growled. “You’re making me feel so good, Pen.” All his muscles clenched, promising his inevitable completion. “I’m going to come so deep inside you,” he promised, through gritted teeth.

  At that, she bucked her hips up, causing him to slam deeper into her. Then, Pen exploded around him. Whipping her head from side to side, she cried out, her words incoherent and desperate.

  The sight of his beloved Penelope orgasming beneath him, the feeling of her inner muscles throbbing around him, it was too much for Bishop, and he was plunged over the edge into mind-shattering ecstasy with her.

  He buried
himself deep in her pussy and his pleasure exploded into wave after wave of pulsing bliss, bathing the walls of her previously undefiled sex with his potent, hot seed.

  Bishop didn’t stop moving in his Penelope until every last spasm of pleasure had crested and fallen, and even then, he stayed inside her, rejoicing in how it felt like he was part of her. Reveling in what she’d just let him have.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Penelope

  PENELOPE PACKED HER suitcase in a fog while Bishop paced, his face as dark as the sky before a violent thunderstorm. Neither of them spoke in the cab they took to the airport, but they held hands so desperately she thought their palms and fingers might fuse together.

  They said goodbye on the sidewalk, outside the cab, to avoid running into Bryce, who would be there to meet Pen for the flight.

  She looked up into his eyes, and maybe it was just the morning sunshine, but somehow Bishop’s irises seemed less ashy. They were more of a gunmetal now, with flecks of silver giving them a youthful glint.

  It was true, she realized. Bishop did look younger. More alive, than she’d ever remember seeing him.

  She cupped his cheek, scruffy from not shaving. “I look good on you,” she whispered.

  He smiled his beautiful smile that seemed like the only thing that ever touched her, soul-deep.

  “Are you still sure about this?” she asked. “Say the word, Bishop, and I’ll go home in the cab with you. We’ll go straight back to bed and I will love you forever.” She searched his eyes in vain, knowing the answer.

  He was trying to be stoic, but she could see right through him. His pain was nearly palpable. Dipping his head, Bishop nodded once, his lips pressed firmly shut, as if he couldn’t make his mouth say the words, that this was truly what he wanted.

  She dipped her chin in the barest nod. “Tell me you love me one more time and I’ll go.”

  He swept his arms around her, pulling her close. Pressing his forehead to hers, he told her enough to give her the strength to do what he asked.

  “I don’t just love you, Penelope. I love you so much I’d rather die than deny you the life you should have.”

  He spread his large hands on her lower back, and shifted his hips into her, reminding her of what it felt like with Bishop’s weight on top of her, moving inside her. Her insides went to liquid as he continued trying to explain the depth of his love.

  “Sweet Penelope.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You came in and changed everything for me. The minutes of my day have been reduced to breathing near you, or breathing without you. And it’s so hard to do either—you affect me so much.”

  His voice had grown hoarse with emotion, and Pen’s vision swam as Bishop’s words simultaneously lifted her up and broke her heart.

  He closed his eyes. “Even the smallest, most autonomous things feel connected to you and affected by you.”

  He gave her his gaze again and her breath hitched.

  He dropped his voice to a whisper. “The filling of my lungs. The beating of my heart. Now these things, they happen because of you or in spite of you, and I don’t know which.”

  “Bishop,” she choked, around a sob, but he shushed her.

  “You’re either killing me or you’re the reason I live, and I don’t even care which it is, as long as I get to see you again. If I can sit in the library and read with you sometimes. If I can see that you’re happy.” He touched her cheek. “That might be enough. It will have to be.”

  Her tears were spilling over. She didn’t have a hope of stopping them. “I love you,” she told him, and pulled out of his embrace. Grabbing her bag, she fled before the damage to her heart became irreparable.

  *****

  Penelope woke in a panic, blinking in the bright light and wincing at the pain in her neck.

  “Hey, hey.” Bryce touched her arm. “You’re okay, Penelope. We’re still on the plane. The pilot says we’re landing soon.”

  She swiveled her head, the world coming into focus and the fog in her head clearing. Slowly, her jackhammering heart returned to normal.

  “Sorry,” she said quietly. “I had a bad dream.”

  “Yeah, that was obvious. I was wondering if I should wake you up.” He chuckled, but the look on his face said there was more to the story.

  “What?” she asked, embarrassed. “Was I loud?”

  “No.” Bryce shifted in his seat to face her, but kept his gaze down, not meeting her eyes. He opened his mouth, but hesitated, as if he was reticent to say what was on his mind.

  “Then what?” she asked again, her tone verging on annoyed.

  He looked resigned. “You were saying Professor Cole’s name, but the way you were saying it…you sounded devastated.”

  “Yeah, that sounds about right,” she said, sighing. She put a hand to her forehead and stared out the window, but her companion seemed intent on conversation.

  “So, how cool is this, huh? A surprise, all-expenses-paid trip to Jamaica?”

  “Mmm,” Pen replied noncommittally, wondering how she was going to fake her way through the next three days.

  Bryce continued, as if his fucking sunshine just couldn’t be dimmed. “Damn, when we got on the plane, you were asleep in a nanosecond.” He chuckled. “What’d you do, stay up all night or something?”

  She blinked. Fuck, if he only knew.

  Pen suppressed a smile at the idea of telling Bryce she was exhausted from being fucked all weekend by her guardian before the professor would let her go off with another boy.

  Her clit tingled at the naughty idea, in spite of her tenderness. She had no idea how sore she’d be. She could hardly walk after the number of times Bishop had used her.

  She liked it though. Every ache reminded her of what they’d done.

  “I couldn’t sleep last night,” she told Bryce. It wasn’t a lie. She couldn’t sleep because she’d been coming on Bishop’s cock over and over.

  Bryce nodded. “Too excited?” he asked.

  Now Pen did smile, nearly laughing. “Something like that.”

  “Hey,” he said quietly, and the serious note in his voice attracted her full attention. “I was a little surprised to get Professor Cole’s call about this trip. Does he realize we’re just friends?”

  Pen’s brows pinned together. “We’re, uh—” she stammered. Wincing, she shook her head trying to process what he’d just pronounced.

  Were they just friends?

  Of course they were. Her heart was taken, and Bryce wasn’t stupid.

  She shut her mouth and took a deep breath, accepting Bryce’s statement. “I think Bishop is hoping you and I will become more. He’s worried I’m not giving myself a chance to live the full college experience.” She put the last part in air quotes.

  “Does he know that you’re in love with him?” Bryce asked softly.

  Startled, she locked eyes with her friend, and saw nothing there but understanding and concern. Relief flooded her to her toes, and if she ever wanted to kiss the boy, it wasn’t nearly as much as she did at that moment.

  “Is it that obvious?” she asked, laughing. Her nerves loosened with every word.

  Bryce nodded, and his eyes looked sad. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d sorta hoped it wasn’t true, but I knew. You’re pretty awesome, Pen, so it’s a loss for me.” He brightened. “But, hey, I got a trip to Jamaica out of it. Promise to let me see you in a bikini?”

  He waggled his eyebrows, making her laugh.

  “Oh, Bryce.” She grabbed his hand. “I’m so glad it’s out there. I didn’t know how I was going to fake the next three days.”

  He scowled good-naturedly. “I’m so insulted.”

  Pen laughed. “I just mean…I thought you were in the Bishop camp—that you and I were coming down here to take the next step in our relationship.”

  Tilting his head, he considered the thought. “If it’s still on the table, I’m all about friends with benefits, Penelope.” He grinned, revealing dimples that added so
much James Dean to his look that Penelope stomach actually fluttered.

  After all the gratifying sex acts Bishop had introduced her to, fucking the fine-looking, young stud beside her suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad idea. She’d given her guardian her word, after all.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t rule it out. Now that everything’s out in the open, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun on this vacation.”

  He touched her cheek. “I do enjoy kissing you.”

  She smiled, feeling lucky she had more than one good man in her life.

  “Oh, there will be kissing,” she promised him. “And Bishop told me the villa he booked for us has a very private pool area.”

  “Really?” Bryce asked, raising his eyebrows as if his mind was heading in the same direction as hers.

  “Uh huh.” Lowering her voice to ensure she wouldn’t be overheard, she leaned in close to him. “Would you like to see my tits?” Her eyes were pinned to his.

  “Yes.” He nodded with his eyes wide, as if in a stupor. “Yes, I would,” he breathed. “Very much.”

  She pinched his chin, realizing she was actually enjoying the hell out of him.

  “Good,” she said. “Because I don’t intend to have any tan lines when I return.”

  He stared at her, unblinking, and then leaned in closer, his words hushed and slow. “I have got the most enormous erection right now.”

  She laughed until she gasped, hiding her eyes as if she didn’t want to see what he was sporting in his pants.

  When Bishop had dropped her at the airport, she thought she’d be miserable until she saw him again. Now, Pen decided, perhaps the trip wasn’t such a bad experiment.

  She had her guardian’s permission, after all.

  *****

  Penelope and Bryce did have fun, and much to her surprise, she was glad to get away. Things at home had been so heavy. It was nice to relax, hang out, and laugh with an easygoing friend. No angst. No drama.

 

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