squeezed shut. And most definitely, she’d be silently cursing me. She was totally helpless, just the way I wanted her. But I didn’t take her trust in me lightly. I would protect it at all costs.
I pulled her hair back and threw it over her one shoulder. I wanted to see her answer my next question. “Are you with me, Beauty?”
“Yes,” she finally answered. Her deep breaths told me she was steeling herself before she answered. Again, it was part of her personality. Her history. She needed to hold on to tiny pieces of herself. Otherwise, she’d feel lost.
I understood it perfectly, but I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted to be the only thing she clung to. My arms the only thing she sought for safety, and my cock the one thing that gave her pleasure. And finally, I wanted my will to be what would bend but never break her. Sure, there were times I thought to break her. However, with Gia’s past, it would be too damaging. Besides, I truly didn’t want a broken Beauty. I loved her fire. I could prolong her torment, but it was already burdening my own. I stuck my finger where I really wanted to bury myself…her other hole. But I didn’t have time to prepare her for that now.
“I want you on your hands and knees on the bed.”
I helped her shaken body off me and watched as she moved to the bed. The back of her hair soaked to her back, and her arousal dripped between her legs. She perched herself near the edge of the bed and grabbed a fistful of sheets. That’s right, you better hold on. I slowly made my way past where she waited, poured myself some water, and drank in her beauty. Anticipation, for both, in this lifestyle was everything. So I took my time sipping and admiring what was fucking mine. Her nipples painfully erect, her legs trembled slightly, and her pussy exposed.
My senses were heightened, and I knew she desperately waited for my touch. I returned the glass to the table and moved behind her. I was past pretense and with no preamble, my fingers separated her lips wide, exposing her swollen nub. Just one taste, I thought. If I had more time, I’d spend an hour there, driving my tongue into her. But that wasn’t today. I stuck my tongue deep into her wet hole and sucked in one slow, agonizing motion. Stimulation for her, and a reminder of what I’d be coming home to later.
She moaned, lost in pleasure, and I stroked myself before sliding into her. Fuck. I bucked and she clenched at the sensations of me being inside her. Gripped, locked, and loaded, I rode us both to a mind-numbing orgasm. She cried out for more, and I slapped her ass for being a greedy bitch.
My greedy bitch…
I stared around the castle he called ours and my eyes burned. Tears became the norm these days. Yes, the pregnancy being the biggest instigator. But, it was far deeper than that. I realized we never should have met, and that made my heart grieve. However, destiny and I made it possible for our paths to cross. I’ve come to regard my scheming as instrumental to the bigger picture. A true family to call my own. It was utterly amazing and left me breathless just thinking about it. We’d been through thick and thin. And we still stand united more than ever. Somehow, in spite of unbelievable odds, I found the man of my dreams in a world that wasn’t even mine. I was just an ordinary girl from another world. A world that held turmoil, abuse, hate, and our two lives collided in a phantasm of erotic, kinky love. Sure we still had a battle ahead of us, but I knew we’d weather whatever storms came our way—together.
When we drove up the gated entrance, and I saw the castle in the distance. He called it the “castle” because it looked exactly like a replica of one. Surely, there weren’t castles in Hollywood Hills. However, in true Abel fashion, he remodeled his home to look like one. It was a French Tudor style meets en-vogue-rocker-chic. He would be the only person that could pull this off perfectly without being gauche. The brick-paved, palm-lined driveway snaked around toward the house, past beautifully landscaped gardens where tiny lights twinkled, giving a magical feel to it.
We pulled up to the double stained glass door