A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters #3) - Sam Crescent Page 0,65
Reaper will always be messed up. You understand that, right?”
“I do.” He also didn’t like it and doubted he ever would. Reaper had fucked with his woman’s head, and if he could go back, he would totally kill him all over again, only this time, he’d go slow, really fucking slow. “I know this is a lot to take in and I don’t expect an answer now. I want you to think about it.” He pulled out the engagement ring he’d spent hours looking for. It was only a small diamond. Small but beautiful. His love for Robin was the one good part of him.
She owned him in ways he didn’t even believe she realized, but he belonged to her. He’d give her whatever she asked for, no questions asked.
“Will you marry me?” He pressed his fingers to her lips. “No answers. I’ve given you a lot to think about already and I know I’m a bit of a bastard for doing it. No answers. I won’t even take your answer now. You’ve got to hold on to it until I’m ready to hear it.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve got something else.”
“Preacher, I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“This isn’t bad, I promise. It’s not bad.” He got to his feet, grabbing the paperwork he’d gotten and placed it in front of her. “If you still want to graduate, then I got all of your teachers on board. They’re willing to help you get what you need in order to graduate either at the end of this year, before, or when you need to.”
Robin’s hand shook as she touched the top of the file. “You … how? I know Arnold hates me. He’s still the principal of the school. There’s no way he would’ve even let me back in.”
“He didn’t need to have a reason, Robin. I asked and we came to an arrangement.”
“You blackmailed him?”
“Blackmail is such an ugly word, is it not?”
“You did, didn’t you?”
Preacher smiled. “Let’s just say he knows it’s in his best interest if he wants to keep his life in order.”
“I’m shocked and speechless. I don’t have a clue what to say.” She released a breath. “Thank you so much. I’ve been wanting to graduate for so long.”
“I know, and now is your chance. All you’ve got to do is put in the hard work.”
“What about Bethany? My job?”
“Robin, I’m going to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about any of those things. Between myself, Anne, and Bear, we’ll get this done.”
“Wow, I have an answer for you.”
“Not now. I don’t want to hear it.”
“When do you want to hear it?”
“When I’m ready and I’ll ask for it.” He kissed her lips, silencing any more questions.
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Robin wasn’t married.
She could marry whomever she wanted.
There was no boundary on her. Nothing holding her back. Apart from Preacher, who didn’t want to know her answer. She kissed him back, feeling an awakening within her body. She wanted his hands, his mouth, his everything all over her. To feel him surround her.
“Take me to bed,” she said.
He lifted her into his arms and he didn’t give anything away about her being too heavy. Preacher carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He placed her on the floor, and she put her hands on his chest, feeling the rush of his heartbeat.
“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?” he asked.
“I imagine it’s the same as what you do to me.” She slid her hand down, reaching between his thighs to cup his dick. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“Are you willing to show me how much you want me?” he asked, his palm rubbing against her pussy.
She gasped as he rubbed. The fabric of her jeans slid over her sensitive pussy. She couldn’t get enough of his touch.
She begged for more and he gave it to her. Nibbling on her lip, she gasped, hungry, desperate, aching, wanting, and needy.
He let go of her pussy and his hands went to her shirt. He wasn’t gentle as he grabbed the edges of her shirt, tugging it open, and the buttons sprang across the room.
She moaned his name as his lips took possession of one nipple. His tongue slid across the peak. Back and forth he flicked and she watched him.
He cupped both of her tits, pressing them together. “I can’t get enough of these fat, juicy tits. So big.”