Page 6 of Stalking the Bride

“I want a girl who will bend over for me whenever I want her,” I growl, gnashing my teeth as my savage side finally begins to take over.Send me away, Belle. Send me away now before you’re in too deep. It is my duty to obey you.“I want a girl who’s okay with me knowing where she is at all times. Who knows if I want to, I will find her and use her mouth and pussy until I’m fully satisfied.” Belle’s innocent little blue eyes widen as I back her into the arm of the couch. I’m losing it. “I want a girl who moans for me, who comes over and over when I pound her, and who lives to service me. That’s what I want, Belle.”

She stares back at me, her bottom lip trembling.

I’ve done it. I’ve gone too far.

“Th-that’s pretty specific,” she replies, gripping the couch with her left hand, the light glistening softly off her nails.

“Do I scare you, Belle?”

Of course I do. I’m not right for her. Look how innocent she is. Look how frightened she is by what I just admitted.

But I can’t stop myself. My cock is burning with painful lust as the buttons of my fly fight to restrain it. It thickens more and more every second I let my eyes scour her gorgeous body. I’m salivating like a wild animal ready to feast upon its prey.

Belle shakes her head. Her tone is soft, her voice barely a whisper. “You don’t scare me, Conrad.”

I should, angel. I should.

“No? Being in a room alone with a big strong ex-Marine like me doesn’t scare you?”

Her blush threatens to encompass her entire face as she looks down and shakes her head, a lock of hair spilling in front of her eyes. “No. What would a worldly man like you want with an inexperienced girl like me?”

A jolt of excitement hits me like a dart. Belle wasn’t lying to Fitch.

Sheisa virgin.

“Inexperienced?” I’m pretending I have no idea what she’s talking about. But inside, my lust has reached new heights.

She nods, ashamed. “I never had a boyfriend in high school. And Fitch and I…well, we haven’t–”

“Why not?” I press her, my voice rasping with want and need. She notices and looks up at me those sweet baby-blues for a brief moment before averting her eyes again.

Send me away, angel. Your chance is slipping…

Her slender shoulders rise and fall as she shrugs. “I just wanted to save myself until the wedding. Guys like virgins, right?”

Now the pivotal moment. The crossroads.

My response. What should it be?

“Wrong.” I shake my head, causing hers to rise. Christ, I’m lying again, and I’m about to lie more. What has this girl done to me? Where have my values gone? “Guys like experienced girls who know how to please them.”

“Oh, no…” Her face is as red as the cherry between her legs now. “I’ve always heard guys say things like ‘A car’s value goes down with its mileage.’”

“Guys are assholes.” I shake my head. “Take it from one; we like girls who know what they’re doing. If a girl doesn’t know how to please her husband, how long do you think that marriage will last?”

“God, Fitch is going to hate me. He’ll divorce me…send me back…” Her voice is a whisper as she wraps her arms around herself, clearly embarrassed.

“That’s impossible, Belle.”

“No?” Her eyes flicker with wonder and fright. “He won’t think he’s making love to a dead fish?”

I’m such a bastard. Belle is so sweet and innocent with all the best intentions, and here I am breaking them down because I want to be the first man to claim her.

It’s unethical. Depraved.

But I still can’t stop myself.

“I could teach you, Belle.” My hands are drawn inexorably to her waist, which I stroke gently with the back of my knuckles, pulling up the hem of her T-shirt to expose the smooth skin of her soft stomach and the sumptuous lower curves of her breasts.

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