Page 29 of Trapping His Darling

“You underestimate the forces at play. Your decisions are no longer entirely your own.”

“And if I fight you?”

A stifled laugh escaped me, at the notion of her battling me tooth and nail. “In my world, such defiance does not go unpunished. Keep that in mind.”

A heavy silence hung in the air, the tension between us palpable. Besides being mine simply because fate had handed her over to me, she also represented my chance at escaping the confines of my father’s demands, of marrying a woman he had chosen for me, an unthinkable fate I aimed to evade at any cost.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“As long as you obey me, you won’t get hurt.”

That smile, those glossy eyes, the coy fluttering of her lashes, screamed innocence. But it would be an error on my part to underestimate this little morsel. Many might think she couldn’t hurt a fly, but I recognized her darkness like I did my own.

Even so, there would be no escaping this. And if she wanted our darkness to meet, we could take it there.

Strangely, since engaging this woman, my mother’s ghostly counsel had quieted. Even if I had not spilled Tiffany’s virgin blood, even if I had no need for a woman to impregnate or present to my father, I would have taken her for that peace alone. Not that I thought Tiffany had banished my mother’s memory, but rather that my mother approved of her from beyond the grave. It was a blessing, I was sure.

Assuming Tiffany was like me, I decided I needed to just ask outright. She didn’t seem to be the type to lie, relying instead on omission as her power. The danger was in what she didn’t say.

“Are you going to attempt to murder me for kidnapping you?”

She looked me up and down as she weighed her answer. She released a heavy breath. “No.”

“Good.” I could tell she was not lying. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t intend to add my penis to a jar, but I didn’t want to tip my hand yet. I was curious about her reasoning, but not enough to reveal what I had on her.

“Why did you kidnap me?” she asked.

I could sense this was a setup of sorts, that she was looking for a very particular answer. While I had many reasons, I decided to keep it simple and vague. “I am obsessed with you.”

She smiled and giggled. God, I might already be in love. Only a woman of her kind would be flattered by such a confession, would not be scared that I had drugged and stolen her away, after essentially raping her.

“Present yourself to me,” I murmured. “Let me see what’s now all mine.”

Tiffany bit her bottom lip and let the covers fall to her waist. Her nipples grew darker and harder under my perusal. I wantedto slap her breasts and watch them shake, watch them quiver as she gained pleasure from everything I gave her.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Show me more.”

Looking shy, she pulled the covers from her lap. I fit my hand between her thick thighs, and slipped my fingers into the delta she’d created. She moaned, rubbing her legs together in anticipation. She was wet. Not soaked, but I would get her there.

“Do you like this?” I stroked her cunt teasingly in the tight space. “Are you sore?”

She nodded her head.

“Then open wider for me. Let me see my pussy so I can tend to it.”

She obeyed, tilting her hips up and spreading herself, so there was nothing hidden from my view.

“Such a good girl,” I complimented. “You really do want to be mine, don’t you?”

My heart flipped-flopped when she murmured, “yes, sir,” ever so quietly. I knew then I would kill for this woman, and I’d kill any who tried to take her from me. Ring or not, we were until death do us part.

I gently moved into her damp slit, swirling my fingers around her folds until she groaned.That’s the spot.I worked her clit slowly. I wanted her to become more aroused, but not too fast. The more pleasure-drunk she was, the easier it would be to keep her complacent and happy, true, but I wanted to savor this moment.

She whimpered, as if needing me to give her something she couldn’t yet define. So untouched, she had no real idea of the untold pleasures that could be achieved when two people came together like this, looking not to find their own pleasure, but to please the other.

“Tell me,” I encouraged.

“Please, sir. I’ve been good,” she begged quietly. “I want more.”

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