Page 12 of Stalking the Bride

“You’re sorry,” he groans, shaking his head. I knew it, I’ve ruined everything. “Belle, your safety is all that matters. There are predators out there who would do anything to get their hands on your young, sweet, sexy body. Do you realize that?”

I know he’s just scolding me to make a point, but the look in his eyes has me wondering if he really believes what he is saying. Doesheactually find me sweet and sexy? Or is he just sayingsome menwill be attracted to me? And he’s only afraid that if he lets something happen to me, he’ll lose his job? But he was hard earlier, and my stomach is still slick with his spend. So that must mean something, right?

“Predators,” I say simply.

“That’s right, Belle.”

“Like lions, tigers, and bears?”

A warm hint of a smile appears on his lips. “Those do qualify as predators.”

“But not the kind you’re talking about.” I giggle as he presses his body down against mine, the chill of the evening on the denim of his pants and the cotton of his T-shirt, drawing goosebumps from my skin.

“I’m talking aboutman,” he growls, moving against me, circling his hips and pressing his bulge between my legs as though we were grinding on the dance floor. “A man who would be entranced by your beauty, stop at nothing to have you. Aman who would give up his pride, his dignity, even his sanity, if it meant simply getting a hint of your scent…” Conrad inhales deeply against my neck, his chest expanding against mine. “If it meant being able to caress your soft skin…” Gripping my wrists with one hand, he uses the other to trace the curve of my right breast, causing a sharp intake of breath to catch in my throat. “If it meant simply being able to taste your sweetness…” He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks, tugging a moan from my lips. “If it meant being able to penetrate you, Belle…” He reaches down between my thighs and presses two fingers against my sex. My back arches with anticipation. “To be inside you while you come, over and over and over again…”

A tender shiver twists my body as he kisses my breasts, sucking each nipple while restraining me with a single hand, demonstrating the immense power he has over me. It’s only right that he should be my bodyguard. My protector.

“You sure know what to say…” My voice is barely audible as my toes begin to tingle. “But this is all hypothetical, right? Right?”

Conrad chuckles, and I feel the engorged knot of his arousal between his legs as it flexes against my thighs and mound. “You think I’m only talking aboutothermen, Belle? Before you climbed out the window, I was grinding my bare cock against your wet pussy. Why do you think that is?”

His words embarrass and inflame me at the same time. Why am I still shy? “Be-because you like me?”

Again, he laughs.

Did I say the wrong thing?

“Likeyou, Belle? I don’tlikeyou; I cherish you. You’re my treasure. My rare jewel. I have a duty to you–a duty I will never abandon.”

My head is spinning, and the way he’s pressing his heavy body down against mine sure isn’t helping.

So hedoeslike me? I thought I was just a job to him.

Conrad, what are you saying!?

“So you’ll protect me?”

“Of course,” he replies firmly.

“You’ll watch over me?”

“Without a doubt.”

“You’ll find the man who called in the bomb threat?”

He swallows hard, then responds. “Of course.”

A fizzy warmth overtakes me. The sensation between my legs has risen to new heights. His two fingers are still pressed against the tender skin of my valley, but he hasn’t moved inside. A normal man would have already pushed for more by now. But not Conrad. He’s a man of duty. He’s a man of principal. And he’s waiting for me to be ready.

“Conrad,” I ask softly, focusing on the strength of his chin. “Will you…teach me more, please?”

His pupils dilate, and his lips part as he stares back at me. “You want me to show you how to please Fitch?”

No. I want to please you, Conrad.

Lying, I nod. “Yes. Show me what he will want from me.”

The urge inside me is impossible to describe. I want to give Conrad my virginity more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. There’s a wellspring of desire bubbling up inside me, ready to erupt at any moment. My head is whirling as I watch him reach down between his legs and pull out his massive, thick shaft, swollen with blue veins, a shiny, translucent fluid dripping from its crown.

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