Of course, my fantasies never came true. Other than Mother, I never saw anyone else come to the manor.
This was my life until that late afternoon.
In the quiet stillness of the fields around the manor, I heard the sounds of rustling grass and bushes. I wondered if Mother was finally home. Running to the west corridor, I looked out of the tall casement. To my utter astonishment, two men appeared in the far distance. As I focused on them, my gaze zeroed in on the tall man.
When he got closer, I took in his broad shoulders and the locks of dark hair falling into his eyes. He wore a white shirt, tailored so perfectly, it showed off his muscular chest. The rolled-up sleeves gave me a glimpse of his chorded, strong arms. Reaching the door of the manor, he spoke a little to the shorter man beside him. Their faces were cast downward so I had no way to determine their features.
I kept watching them until the tall man pushed open the front doors. My heart leaped into my mouth as I rushed away to my room in the eastern wing. Who were they?
Out of breath, I reached my room. My chest heaved as I leaned heavily against the closed doors. Were they good men? Why wasn’t Mother home yet? Panic overtook me. Even though I always fantasized of someone coming to the manor to take me away, I wasn’t actually prepared for the situation. My hands patted my chest, willing my heart to calm down so I could think clearly.
Moving towards the bed in the center of the room, I sat down. Fear and excitement coursed through me, leaving me undecided whether to hide from the newcomers or welcome them. Some deep intuition told me to face the strangers before making up my mind.
I rose to my feet just as the sound of footsteps approached me. My heart pounded with anticipation as I faced the door. Next moment, it opened. A tall man appeared at the threshold. He moved forward into the light and for the first time, I got a proper, unhindered glimpse of him.
Thick strands of dark hair fell into his steely, gray eyes that stared right back at me. He had a handsome face with sharp cheekbones and tanned skin. His luscious lips were parted slightly and suddenly I wanted my lips on his. As the thought crossed my mind, I wondered if the dark stubble in his strong chin would scratch me.
I felt a magnetic pull towards him. My feet moved forward, closing the distance between us. Warmth bloomed in my cheeks. My blood ran hot as my heartbeat picked up.
Reaching him, I looked up into his face. He was so tall my head barely brushed his chin. There was no hostility in those gray eyes and suddenly I felt calm. I just knew he wasn’t there to harm me. He wasn’t one of those monsters my Mother warned me against.
I reached out towards him, laying my hand on his face. His skin was warm against my chilled palm. He didn’t flinch away but his eyes burned with a strange fire as they grazed down my body. His expression was almost…hungry. Instead of feeling scared, I felt my cheeks heat up. It wasn’t just my heart throbbing now. The place between my legs was pulsing with new life as well.
“Who are you?” he asked. The timbres of his deep, baritone voice sent delicious shivers down my body.
“I am Irene.”
His eyes widened at that. His hand closed around mine, holding it to his cheek. The hunger in his gaze shifted to reveal his surprise.
“How old are you?”
“I am nineteen.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Mother often used the word to swear about things that annoyed her. Dread weighed in my chest as I quickly moved my hand away from his cheek, afraid I’d offended him somehow.
“Don’t,” he said immediately, catching my wrist. He brought my hand to rest on his chest.
It gave me more courage to move closer to him. The tips of my nipples brushed against his firm chest and instantly hardened. A low moan escaped me. I could no longer fight against the growing emotions inside me. Rising on my toes, I pressed my lips to his.
His warm lips seared mine. Before I could step back from the kiss, the stranger’s arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. He pulled away for a moment to look deep into my eyes before kissing me once again.
My breath came out in short gasps as he let me go. “What’s yo-your name?” I asked haltingly as my heart pounded in my chest. My body thrummed with a need I couldn’t describe. My pussy throbbed harder and I had to press my thighs together. What was happening to me?
“I am Killian Meyers,” he said, brushing his thumbs over my lips gently. “I have come to take you home.”
3
Killian
“Mine.” The word echoed in my head as soon as my lips met hers.
Surprise jolted through me to learn she was Irene, the long lost child we were searching for our whole lives. To think she’d grown up into the beautiful woman pressed against my chest was baffling. I swiped my tongue across her lips before pulling away.
“What’s yo-your name?” Irene asked in faltering words. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely pink and she was panting. Our kiss was innocent. I’d merely pressed my lips to her closed mouth. Irene was still too innocent to initiate anything more. Her every little gesture was making me mad with possessiveness. Even though I knew who she was, there was no similarity between her and the child in the old photographs. This Irene was a completely different woman. And she is mine, my mind repeated.
“I am Killian Meyers,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low and smooth. I didn’t want to scare her. My thumbs gently brushed her plump bottom lip. Irene’s breath quickened once and her green eyes turned glassy with lust immediately. Crimson heat crept up the column of her neck. She looked tortured and confused with desire pooling inside her. So innocent. “I have come to take you home,” I said, sliding my thumb down her chin.
“I am home.” Her small hand came up to hold mine. “Will you me take me to your home?”
I shook my head, resting my hands on her shoulders. It was ridiculous how I was unable to stop myself from touching her. “Your family is waiting for you. It’s time you returned home.”
“I have a family? More than just my mother?” The look of incredulity on her face would have pained both Eva and Joe. Just as I was about to explain things to her, a loud gasp from behind us interrupted me.
“Boss! You found her.” Tom stood at the threshold, staring at Irene with wide eyes.
“Out!” I shouted, feeling annoyed at the blundering kid.
“But…is that her?”
“Out,” I growled, making him jump backward and retreat out of the room. “Wait for me downstairs. Don’t come up again unless I call.” Moving to the door, I closed and bolted it. Exhaling a long breath, I slowly turned around.
Irene was sitting on the edge of the large canopied bed. Gauzy pink and white curtains fell in thick layers over the four-poster bed. She sat half-hidden among them, watching me.
“Come here, Killian,” she said in a soft voice and patted the spot beside her.
She’s not afraid to be close to you, my mind whispered. I was a big guy with a formidable reputation among my peers. People working under me stayed on their toes, eager to match the high standard I expected out of every employee. Heck! Even Tom came this far with me just so he could get into my good book. He was terrified the whole time we drove through the forest, yet he stayed by my side because I was scarier than every monster his imagination could conjure up.
I slowly walked forward, forcing myself to keep a neutral expression on my face, hoping I wouldn’t scare her. Reaching the bed, I sat down beside her.
“Tell me about my family,” she said at once, turning to face me.
“Your mother’s name is Eva and your father is Joe Taylor.” My voice was laced with pride as I said their names. “The woman who’s been keeping you here kidnapped you as a child.”
A look of dismay crossed her lovely face. “I was kidnapped? Why?”
“Nicole Stewart was jealous of your happy family and stole you away from your parents. We suspect she was a little crazy as well to keep you hid
den here for so many years.”
Tears gathered in her green eyes. “Where is Moth...I mean…where is Nicole now? She was supposed to be back three days ago.”
I shook my head. “She’s dead. That’s the reason we were able to track her back to this place. She concealed her whereabouts all these years but now that she is gone, you can finally be with your family.”
Her hands came to grasp my elbow in a tight hold. “Are you my family, Killian?”
Thank fuck, no! “I am not, Irene.”
A smile came on her lips and she nodded. “That’s good. I didn’t want you to be my brother.”
A chuckle escaped me at her confession. “We are definitely not related, Irene.” Leaning down, I kissed her sweet lips. She glowed with happiness.
“I always dreamed of a prince who would come and take me away,” she said, resting her head on my chest. I wound my arm around her, pressing her against me.
I was no prince, merely an orphan the Taylor family took pity on and raised. I may have achieved great heights in the car manufacturing industry but none of that would have been possible without the support I received from them. No matter how rich I got, I never forgot my humble roots.
“You won’t have to live like this anymore,” I said. “The world is waiting for you.”
“Will you stay with me?” she asked, looking up at me with wide green eyes. There was fear in them.
“As long as you want me, I’ll never leave you.”
Closing her eyes, she nodded. When she looked up at me again, a smile curved her pink lips. “I have been waiting so long for you.”The look on her face was pure and innocent. It wasn’t tainted with hidden agendas like the women who usually hit on me at the nightclubs.
Irene moved closer to me and I pulled her onto my lap. Her soft ass rubbed against the bulging hardness on the front of my pants. I pressed my lips together to stop the grunt that rose up as she ground against me once again.
“You want me too, don’t you?” she asked.
“How do you know that?”
She ground her ass on my throbbing cock once again. “I may not know much about men but I know this happens only when they love a woman.”
I stared at her, wondering at her innocence. Irene might know the things that happened between a man and woman, but she had no idea how special true love really was. Sex rarely had anything to do with love in my world.
Irene shifted out of my lap. Her hand pressed on the bulge formed on the front of my trousers. Slowly, her nimble fingers lifted the tiny zipper and in one fluid motion, she pulled it down, surprising me. A look of disappointment crossed her face as my boxers came into view.
“You really want to touch me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Unbuttoning my pants, I pushed all coherent thoughts out of my head. A part of me wondered if this was all a dream but just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt Irene’s cool fingers on my naked cock. She stroked its length gently, making me groan out.
“Where did you learn about this?” I asked as my head swam with pleasure.
“In all the romance books.” Irene shifted to get on her knees. Bending down, she kissed the tip of my cock.
“Ahhh.” It was the most erotic situation I’d ever been in. Irene’s perfect round ass was high in the air as she bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock. I thought of my subordinate, Tom, who was sitting in the dark entrance hall downstairs while I was enjoying a blowjob from a heaven-sent angel.
A gasp escaped me as her finger gently cupped my balls. Looking down, I watched Irene take my entire length in her mouth, her lips stretched wide around its girth. She was sucking it and letting the tip reach down her throat. Her wet, hot mouth was steadily making me lose all control. My body tightened deliciously as my pleasure rose higher.
“You should stop, Irene,” I said in a low, pained voice. “If you don’t, I’ll come in your mouth.”
It didn’t deter her. Instead, she rubbed my length harder and sucked me deeper. My head fell backward as an intense climax shuddered through me. My balls hardened like rocks before I exploded in her mouth. Ribbons of thick, creamy cum shot out of my cock, filling Irene’s mouth with my essence. Some of if it dribbled down her cheeks.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, watching it come out coated with my semen and strings of her saliva. “You’re amazing, Irene,” I breathed, pulling her up and crashing my mouth against hers. I slipped my tongue through her parted lips, swirling it around hers. A fierce sense of possessiveness gripped me as I tasted myself on her.
“You’re salty,” she said with a shy smile when I let her go.
“But you’re so sweet, love.”
Throwing away the pants, I climbed further into the bed to sit more comfortably. My satisfied cock lay against my cock as I pulled Irene into my chest.
“Do you love me more now?” she asked, looking up at me with those wide, forest-green eyes.
“I love you,” I said, leaning my head on hers. The smell of strawberries wafted from her hair, making me intoxicated. Irene was indeed binding me to her with a spell. I’d never said I loved a girl before and never felt the intense desire to protect her and ravish her at the same time.
“I am glad.” She sat up a little straighter. “Who was the other man who came with you?”
I exhaled a long breath and reached for my boxers and pants. “That was Tom Peckham. He works for me and accompanied me here.” Running my fingers through the dark strands of my hair, I looked around the clean and neat room. “Tell me, Irene. What do you eat here?”
“Moth-” She stopped herself from saying the word. “Nicole always brought back bags of fresh vegetables and meat when she returned from her trips. Other times, we have plenty of canned food. In the summer, we have vegetables and fruit growing in the fields. Autumn is also good with nuts and berries that Nicole foraged in the woods. It’s the winters that are hard.”
“Do you have a refrigerator?”
She shook her head. “There’s no electricity here.”
“No wonder,” I muttered. “Nicole isolated this house from the rest of the world, which meant no electricity and gas. Nothing that would require bills to be sent here. I don’t know if she was mad or a fucking genius.” A sad look came over Irene and she looked down to hide it from me. “What is it, Irene?”
“I don’t like hearing you talk that way about her,” she said in a small voice.
It was still too soon for Irene. She was innocent and pure, probably not understanding how the woman who raised her could have done something so heinous as to steal her from her parents. “I am sorry, love,” I said, gently massaging her shoulders. “But it’s the truth. She was not really your mother. Did Nicole treat you well all these years?”
“I think so.” She released a heavy sigh. “Nicole said she was protecting me from the monsters outside. I didn’t like staying here and often fought with her to let me go out with her but she would never listen. She kept me locked up here. But still…she never mistreated me.”
I didn’t how to explain to her that she was made to stay as a prisoner there. While the world was filled with cruelty and villainy, there was also kindness and good-hearted people like her parents. I would have to take Irene out of that dark, shadowy manor and show her what she was missing.
But I couldn’t be rash or hasty. Irene needed time to accommodate to the world she was taken from.
Climbing out of bed, I pulled on my boxers and trousers. “It’s quite late,” I said, checking my watch. “It will be too dark to travel through the woods now. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
She gave a small nod. I could see she was already panicking about the changes coming her way.
“Can you show me to the kitchen, Irene?”
She nodded, coming to stand beside me. I wanted to keep her distracted so she wouldn’t worry too much.
“Put on a coat over your clothes,” I said as she made to move towards the door. I didn’t want Tom to look at her i
n any way that was inappropriate or I would gouge his eyes out. Irene obeyed me immediately, donning a long robe over the gauzy white nightdress.
“This way, Killian,” she said, lighting a lantern and opening the door.
For one moment, I wondered if we were still in the twenty-first century. The sight of Irene with a glowing lantern in her hand reminded me of gothic movie scenes. I suppose it wasn’t too far from the truth. The manor held Irene, the greatest and darkest secret Nicole Stewart hid all her life.
4
Irene
A cold draft blew through the corridor, making me tighten the coat around me as I guided Killian towards the kitchen. My insides were still pulsing with a need I couldn’t name. Killian never touched me when I was playing with his manhood, and yet his groans of pleasure rippled deep through my core. I wondered if this was the love all the books talked about. If your lover was happy, it made you happy too.
Killian looked utterly beautiful with his eyes closed and open mouth as he struggled to rein in his pleasure. He was a powerfully-built man, so much taller and broader than me. Power surged through me when I realized he was completely my captive at that moment.
Even in my wildest imagination I never imagined a man as handsome or powerful as Killian would come to take me away. He was kind and gentle despite the raw masculinity that seemed to roll off him. It was hard for me to accept the reality of my life. Mother was the one who kidnapped me away from my real parents. She always spoke of monsters outside the walls of the estate but now I wondered whether she was one too. How could anyone tear away a family like that?
The shorter man leaped up from the chair when he saw us approaching. He rushed forward and stared between me and Killian.
“This is Tom Peckham,” said Killian, gesturing towards the man. “Peckham, meet Miss Irene Taylor.”
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