Page 55 of Dallas
I’m instantly soaked for him. “Dallas…”
He circles my clit. “Tomorrow, you’ll take all of me into your cunt. Tomorrow, I will fill you with my seed.”
I shudder. He’s so filthy, and I love it.
He keeps whispering. “By this time next week, your breasts will be tender. You’ll know you’re pregnant with my child. Your nipples will gradually grow. Your areolas will get wider and darker. I will watch your body as it changes every day. And it will make my cock so hard.”
I swallow. When he talks like that, I get so horny. My arousal is dripping out of me, and he keeps swirling his fingers at my entrance, teasing me, switching back and forth between my clit and my pussy.
Suddenly, he gathers copious amounts of my arousal on his finger and pushes it into my bottom with no warning. His thumb comes to my clit.
I cry out, lifting my ass off the bed.
“That’s my girl. I want you to come with my finger in your bottom, baby. I want to feel your ass contract around me. Tomorrow night, it will be your cunt. This morning, it will be your rectum.”
I’m panting. My eyes roll back. This man and his dirty-talk are going to push me over the edge for the rest of my life. I can’t hold back. I’m close with embarrassing speed.
Dallas pushes his finger in deeper, presses my clit harder, and demands, “Come, Arianna.”
I obey him because it’s the only thing I’m capable of. The pulses of my release go on and on while he watches me, smiling and so pleased with himself.
Even though Dallas has told me countless times that the library is fine, I’m relieved when I finally enter it and see for myself. My apartment is another story. Everything has been covered with tarps, and the ceiling has been removed.
I don’t care so much about my belongings, as long as the books are safe, and Dallas’s men assure me there is no longer a fear of more damage. The water is turned off, and the saturated ceiling has been removed. As soon as a team of plumbers can get in to fix the pipes, I can reopen. I won’t be able to move back into the apartment, but that wasn’t going to happen anyway, so they can take their time repairing the ceiling.
It’s almost noon when we step back into the sunshine, and I freeze as soon as the door shuts behind us. My worst nightmare has come to life. There are three news vans with six reporters and cameramen standing outside the library. All of them start shouting questions.
Some of the townsfolk have gathered, and more are coming toward us on foot.
Dallas yanks me back into the library and shuts the door, locking it. With one arm around me, he has his phone in the other hand. In seconds, he’s talking. “Brody, man. We need help… Library… Yes… No… That’d be great.” He hangs up.
I’m barely holding on by a thread. It’s ten years ago all over again. I grab his biceps and set my forehead against his pecs. “I’m so sorry.”
“Baby, do not say that. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
I lift my head. “I should have told you before we got together. You didn’t ask for this. It’s going to be ugly.”
He smirks as he grips my chin. “Arianna Blythe, we are getting married tomorrow. For better or for worse. In paparazzi and in peace. Baby, you couldn’t have stopped me falling in love with you if you’d told me who you were the moment I walked through the front door of this library. Nothing would have changed our trajectory.”
I swallow, fighting the tears. I don’t want to cry. I’m going to be strong. These people cannot control my life. I stiffen my spine and stand taller.
“That’s my girl. Don’t let them win.”
I force a smile. “I guess that woman told a few people. I wonder how they found me so fast.”
Dallas winces. “She probably asked the saleswoman at the dress shop who we were. The saleswoman didn’t know you, but she knew me. She already had my credit card because I was feeling cocky when we arrived and handed it to her.”
I laugh.
“So, see? It’s probably my fault.”
I laugh harder. “It’s not your fault.” I sober. “It’s my dad’s fault. He was selfish. He had mental health issues and refused to get help because he thought real men didn’t need drugs to fix chemical problems. He snapped and left me an orphan. He was incredibly selfish.”
“You’re right, baby. But try to remember, he wasn’t in his right mind when he made that decision.”
I slouch against my man. “I know. I’ve had a lot of counseling. I know my parents loved me, even my dad. I try to remind myself that I should be grateful I wasn’t home that day. He would have taken me out, too.”
Dallas slides his palms to my ass. “And I’ll forever be grateful because even though his actions were horrifying, his choices put you in Wilde so I could meet you at the perfect moment and make you mine.”
