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“Just think, Pet. I’ll be able to make you feel so much more. I guarantee you’ll want my hands on you every chance we get. Your pleasure is the most important thing for me.”

He’d bet she had no idea her fingers on both hands were rubbing against his collar, but it was driving his desire higher and making him very uncomfortable.

“I’m scared.”

He heard her whisper and felt a pang of tenderness. She was making him feel things he never had before, and he wasn’t quite sure he was pleased by all of it.

“I want you to put your faith in me. I know it’s a bit early to ask for your trust, but I’m stating now that I will never hurt you. I can already tell you’re going to be the center of my life, and although it should scare me, I feel like I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Can you do that? Put a little faith in me?”

Chapter Five

Laila couldn’t take her attention off Roland. The dark color of his eyes should have looked cold and stark but instead made her feel safe somehow.

She hadn’t realized he had stopped talking, and he waited for her to say something, but she couldn’t remember what they were talking about. Her body jerked when she realized she was rubbing her hand against his upper chest and shoulders. A spear of some intense pleasure raced through her when her cunt came in contact with his cock. She wiggled again. His very hard cock.

His hands tightened on her when she went to move against him again.

“Easy, Pet. You’re going down a path you’re not ready for.”

She thought about what he was saying and blushed again. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized…”

“No worries. I just want us to be married before I make you mine.”

She nodded and scooted off his lap. Fortunately, he had his hands on her, or she would have dropped to the ground.

“Why do I feel so weak?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure that’s normal, and my guess is because it’s easier for the man to catch the woman.”

She smiled when he chuckled.

“I want you to eat something. Let’s go into the kitchen. I’ll introduce you to Betsy, our cook. She always has something wonderful to eat.”

“Do you have maids?”

“They come in twice a week to clean and if we need them more. It’s just the three of us, and Betsy takes care of the kitchen and dining room. We have a few gardeners for the gardens and yard, but they only come once a week, and they stay outside, soyou probably won’t see them. I’ll think about hiring a maid to live here and work full time. She can always help Betsy in the kitchen if needed. Let me take you into the kitchen to meet her.”

She liked it when he took her hand. It seemed to soothe her and make her feel safe.

“Betsy, this is my fiancée, Laila.”

Betsy’s eyebrows rose. “Fiancée?”

Roland grinned. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.”

The cook snorted and turned to look at her. She was a short, thin woman with gray hair. The smile on the cook’s face instantly made her relax.

“Well, look at you. Aren’t you precious?” She stood back and looked at both of them. “You guys have at least a foot difference between you, but it doesn’t look weird.”

Roland snickered and rolled his eyes.

Laila smiled and blushed. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“And she has manners. You must keep this one.”

“I’m planning on it,” Roland said. “She hasn’t eaten today. Do you have anything ready?”

Betsy snorted. “Of course I do.” She looked at Laila. “There is always something to eat, and don’t ever hesitate to come here. If I’m not here, help yourself to anything.”

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