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He doesn’t stop until I cry out, “No more… Dallas…”
He releases my clit, kisses it gently, and moves up my body to rest his elbows at my sides. He’s grinning triumphantly. “Marry me.”
Chapter 11
Dallas
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I hate taking Arianna back to her apartment with every fiber in my being. I want her in my bed for the rest of my life. Now that I’ve tasted her and worshipped her delectable body, I’m done for.
But Arianna has insisted she needs to go home and sleep in her own bed. She’s disoriented, as though she’s had too much to drink. I did that to her, and I’m pretty damn proud of myself. All the more reason to hate leaving her alone.
I can’t protect her if she’s not with me. I have security at the estate. She’s got none at her apartment, not even a camera. As much as I want to believe her when she tells me she is not in danger from whatever has happened in the past, I still worry. I’m going to worry about her for the rest of my life.
She’s my world.
I wish she would fucking trust me enough to tell me why she gained a new identity when she was eighteen. My PI never did find a trace of her before that, which means she definitely had the help of the government or a lot of fucking money.
I can’t think of a single reason why she would be hiding from her childhood unless she witnessed a murder or some other heinous crime, but until she tells me, my hands are tied. I have to trust her.
I escort her through the back door and examine the lock.
She sighs. “Dallas, it’s totally fine. No one is going to try to break into a library. There’s nothing to steal. All they’d get is old books. There’s no cash, and we don’t have the funds to purchase newer books yet.”
I shift my attention to her and furrow my brows. “Baby, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the books. I only care about you. You’re here.”
She sighs again, letting her shoulders drop. “No one is coming for me. I promise.”
I stare at her for long seconds before reminding her, “Arianna, I swear, if I find out you’ve been lying to me about why you’re hiding in this small town, I will tie you to my bed face-down and spank you every few hours for a week to teach you a lesson.”
My girl giggles. “And that’s supposed to make me talk?”
I grab her around the waist and haul her against me before growling. “Such a naughty girl.”
She’s still giggling. It’s refreshing, and it takes the wind out of my sails.
Before I decide to manhandle her up the stairs and insist on sleeping in her bed in this dilapidated apartment, I kiss her soundly, let her go, and yank the door open to step outside. “Lock it, baby, and then lock upstairs, too. And keep your phone on the pillow next to you. I want you to have it close at all times.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says in a sassy tone.
I shoot her another hard look. “Arianna…”
“Okay, okay. Locks, phone, pillow. Got it.”
“And keep your fingers away from my pussy, naughty girl. I’ll be here at eight-thirty. If I find out you masturbated all night, the spanking I gave you this morning will seem like child’s play. I’ll bring a butt plug with me tomorrow, a thick one, and when you need to empty your bowels, I’ll pull it out and wait in the bathroom until you’re done before I put it back in.” I lift a brow. I know my suggestion is way over the top, but I want her to keep her fingers away from her cunt. It’s mine, and she knows me well enough not to doubt me.
Her expression sobers, and she stands taller. “I won’t touch myself,” she murmurs.
“I should think not.” I grab her around the neck, kiss her one more time, and then jog to my car before I can change my mind and insist on staying.
I want to give her space. I want her to miss me. I want her to squirm with need and wish she were in my arms. That’s all I can do until she sees reason.
After I get into my car, I watch her shut the door and pray she locked the deadbolt. Then, I grip the steering wheel hard on the drive back to the estate. I remind myself it’s only a matter of time.
I know from Ryder and Tiago that the best way to convince my girl to head to the courthouse and sign a marriage certificate is to give her frequent reminders of how hard I can make her come while denying her at the same time.
I smirk as I remember her reaction an hour ago after she came. She begged me to fuck her. She even used the word fuck. Giving a woman an amazing orgasm and not letting her have anything inside their cunt afterward is apparently cruel and unusual punishment. My girl writhed and bucked and begged, but I didn’t even enter her with my tongue. A few more days of that will surely bring her round to my way of thinking.
