Page 26 of Stalking the Bride

With one hand, I pin her arms behind her back. Using the other, I snatch a handful of her hair as I press my body against her, pinning her to the tree. I can feel her nipples through her T-shirt, hard like little gum drops on her perky tits. She may be mad, but she’s also excited, like the horny little minx she is.

“Where are my men!? The ones I assigned to guard your room!?”

“Oh, them?” Belle laughs devilishly. “I made up a story about how you had found the man who made the threat and had him in custody at the manor.”

I can feel enamel scraping off my teeth as I grit them together in anger. “They are so fucking done after this.”

“That’swhat you’re worried about right now? Not the fact that I’ve found you out! You’re the one who made the bomb threat!”

“I couldn’t let you marry him, Belle!” I snarl, my cock hard as I grind against her. My lust is painfully overwhelming. “You know I couldn’t, angel.”

“You stalked me!” She squeals as I press my nose to her neck, inhaling her scent that I’ve been deprived of for too long. “A pillowcase, Conrad? What did you do? Break into my bedroom when I was gone?”

I kiss her just below her ear, feeling her body tremble against mine. “Yes. Sometimes when you were there too. I couldn’t stand just watching you from afar.”

She gasps and tries to knee me again, but I twist and press into her with more force. She feels my arousal now.

“That’s insane!” she hisses. “You’re a stalker, Conrad! You’re dangerous!”

“It’s my job to be dangerous!” I snap. “But never with you, angel.Never.My only purpose in life is to keep you safe.”

“And lie to me, right? Trick me into giving you my virginity by saying you werepreparing me for my husband?I can’t believe I fell for that!”

I lessen my grip on her. She’s struggling less now. “Come on, Belle. Let’sbothbe honest. I didn’ttrickyou! You wanted me. You don’t want Fitch. You never wanted him!”

Her left eyebrow raises. Her eyes twinkle in a way that causes me to tense up. “Oh, yeah? Do you know I called him?”

The world freezes around me. My muscles go tight. Something close to fear grips me. “You did not…Please, Belle, tell me you didn’t call Fitch.”

Her muscles relax more, and a devilish smiles twists over her plump, shiny lips. She nods, and my heart sinks. Has she played me again? Has this chase been just one long punishment, and now she’s about to drive the dagger home?

It can’t be.

Belle loves me. I know she does.

“I did, Conrad. I called Fitch,” she whispers, causing me to deflate, loosen my grip on her. My face falls from hers, and I press my forehead against the cold bark of the tree, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead.It’s over.

But then I feel Belle’s sweet hand against my chin. She lifts gently, bringing our gazes to each other. “I called to tell him I’m leaving him for you.”

A bolt of shock rips up my spine, forcing my eyes to narrow.

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl.

“I’mnot the liar here, Conrad.” The smirk on her lips is so adorable that I simply cannot take it. I erupt.

“Don’tlie to me!”The words emerge from my throat like the roar of a bear. I slam my fist into the tree, scraping skin from my knuckles. The pain distracts me momentarily, but not enough to matter.

“I’m not, Daddy,” she whimpers, eyeing me with that innocence that made me fall in love with her from the beginning. “You may have terrified me, but you also make me feel safe, wanted, important in a way that no one else ever has. And having known what that’s like, there’s no going back.”

“I’m so sorry, Belle,” I wheeze. “I should never have lied to you. I knew you were the lock to my key when I first met you. But my duty–the fact that I’d been hired by your fiancé–”

Belle places a finger to my lips, quieting me. “He’s not my fiancé anymore, Conrad. Remember?”

I smile fully at her, slipping my hand between her legs. The fabric is wet, betraying her arousal, and I apply pressure to the spot, causing her back to arch and her body to press back against mine. Her wet lips shine under the moonlight as I unbutton my pants and pull out my swollen manhood. She gently scratches my head, her fingers dancing lightly across my scalp as she accepts my kisses while I tug her pants down over her lush hips.

“I can’t get enough of you, Belle.” It’s confession time, so I might as well let it all out. My desperation, my addiction to her, the fact that I would do anything to keep her safe–including laying down my life for hers. “I’d die for you, angel. I’d diewithoutyou.”

I spread her folds with her fingers, causing a whimper to drip from her lips. “It’s yours, Daddy. Take it.”

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