Legal Guardian: OTT Dark Stalker Romance (Dangerous Desires Book 1)

3. Mark

I drive Anna home and she falls asleep on the drive. It’s not a long drive - I live only twenty minutes from her parents’ house - but the peaceful quiet must be enough to allow Anna to fall asleep. She feels safe enough with me to sleep. She trusts me.

And I’ll do anything to keep that trust. Even if it means lying to her about the past. I can live with the world raising their pitchforks at me - I can’t live with Anna raising one against me. So I won’t let it happen.

I’ll protect her with my dying breath if I have to.

I carry her inside, and she wraps sleepy arms around my neck and mumbles against my chest. Adorable, and somehow adorable and Anna mix into an addicting cocktail of love and desire, so intense that it blinds me to the world around us. I don’t remember closing the front door or walking up the stairs to our bedroom. But I place Anna down on the mattress and take off her shoes, then her dress, her stockings. I don’t believe in god, but undressing Anna is a spiritual awakening. I’ll worship her daily, nightly, every fucking chance I get.

“Mark?” she murmurs, sighing into the pillow.

“I’m right here,” I assure her, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I’m not going anywhere, beautiful.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” She opens bleary eyes and closes them again once she’s latched onto the front of my shirt. “Please.”

Fuck, I’m going to need her to say please when I’m about to drive my cock deep inside her.

“I’ll stay here all night. I promise.”

She drifts back off to sleep and I’m once again amazed at how lucky I am that she trusts me so much already. I haven’t earned it. If she knew how long it had been since I’d slept with a woman, she might hesitate to let me stay with her tonight. It would be so easy to kiss a path down her chest and between her thighs - help her really relax tonight…

Slowly, I trail my eyes across her body, tempted to remove her bra and panties so that she’s more comfortable, but knowing that if I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from really touching her.

I won’t risk losing her so soon. Not tonight.

“Goodnight, Anna.” I bundle her up in the comforter and watch her all night, the steady rise and fall of her chest and the soft moonlit glow on her face convincing me that this is real and that I’m going to love this woman for the rest of my life.

- o -

When Anna wakes, I’m still propped up on my elbow by her side. She fidgeted throughout the night until I pulled her against my chest and ran my fingers through her honey hair. Even now, she’s curled up against my chest, her legs tangled with mine.

I haven’t slept a single second. I couldn’t - not with my perfect woman in my arms. When all I wanted to do was tilt her pretty head back and taste those sweet lips—

Anna moans and my cock jumps, painfully hard and swollen, against her thigh. She stirs and sighs against my neck, mumbling the sweetest good morning I’ve ever heard in my life.

My soul must be stained black, because all I want to do is turn that sweet into sinful, to brand my woman with my come all over her precious little body, have my seed dripping from her mouth and her—

“You’re all stiff, Mark,” she notices, sitting up a little. “Did I keep you up? I’m sorry.” She blushes deeply, and I have to clench my teeth to keep from pinning her down beneath me. “Um. You didn’t need to hold me all night. I bet it was uncomfortable for you.”

“Anna,” I clip, placing a firm hand on her chin. “Do not apologize. I am more than happy to hold you - anytime, anywhere.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips at the exact moment her eyes flicker towards mine.

That is dangerous, and I growl as I grab her wrists and push her inviting warmth away from my body. Fuck, I’ve got to do something. Her scent is everywhere, pulling me in and teasing pre-come from my cock, awakening a beast in me that doesn’t belong anywhere near her innocence.

But she’s mine, the beast reminds me, and I can’t help but agree. She is mine.

She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will. Today. It has to be today.

“I’ll get your bag from the truck,” I grumble, not bothering to redress for the quick jog to the truck. My boxers will keep me decent enough for any spying neighbors, and it’s not like I need another barrier to my cock - I need release.

With a snarl, I practically run down the stairs, out to the truck, and jump into the driver’s seat. One glance around the street confirms that no one else is awake yet, so I palm my aching cock and groan, Anna’s scent still filling my nose. “Anna,” I hiss, imagining it’s her thumb swiping up and down my slit right now. “Fuck.”

Her duffel bag catches my eye in the rear view mirror, and with my free hand I rummage blindly through her belongings until I snag what feels like panties and pull them free. One sniff confirms the black fabric is clean, but I don’t care because they’re Anna’s, and I need her right now.

Removing my cock from its confines and wrapping it in her panties, I jerk furiously, growling like an animal as I spill hot seed into my palm and all over her panties. It quells the ache enough that I can see straight, and I take deep breaths to calm my raging heart.

One glance in the rear view at our bedroom window makes my heart stop. Anna’s standing there, the bedsheet wrapped around her nearly-naked body, as she watches me.

I don’t know if she can tell what I’ve been doing, but I rub one more out while her eyes are locked onto my shadowed figure.

I hope she sees exactly what she’s doing to me.

- o -

Carrying Anna’s bag into the house makes one thing clear: she doesn’t own much if this is all she brought with her. She’s waiting by the door, dressed in her funeral attire from yesterday, when I walk in. She watches silently as I bound up the stairs two at a time back towards the bedroom. Planting her sole belonging on our bed, I zip open the bag and pour its contents onto the mattress.

When Anna appears by the door frame, I’m already rummaging through her things.

A well-worn olive green sweater, three pairs of plain white cotton panties, a handful of mismatched socks, two nude bras, and other miscellaneous clothing items. A single toothbrush and a small bag of toiletries. A stack of study books for earning your GED. A picture frame of the family - myself included, standing beside her mother Lauren during one of our many holidays together.

I take a mental note to come back to the picture later and run a hand down my face. This won’t do. I didn’t check her bag last night, nor did I do an assessment when I stole her only pair of black panties, since I had assumed she had stuffed her bag with whatever shit chicks needed. Shampoo. Tampons. A vibrator. Something.

Anger fills me as the ugly truth rears its head. Not only was she deprived of a normal high school experience when she dropped out to get a job to support herself and her dipshit dad, but she was deprived of friendships. Mentorships. Whatever would help her realize that there’s more to life than worn sweaters and late night shifts to make ends meet.

I’ve clearly failed her by staying away for so long. I should have been there. I should have done more.

My anger flares hotter, but at myself this time. I can’t change the past, but I can ensure that my woman has what she needs from now on.

“That’s my stuff! What are you doing!” Anna easily swipes the bag from me and starts shoving her meager possessions back inside.

Quickly, I grab her hands and turn her to face me. “Anna. Is this really all you have?”

She’s trembling and flushed as she bites her lip and nods. Such a sweet girl.

I take a deep breath and try to calm my raging heart. My girl doesn’t have what she needs. It’s unacceptable, and we’re going to fix this. Today. “You,” I say slowly, pulling her hands onto my chest. Her warmth spreads from her palms through my shirt and into my skin, and that heat goes straight to my cock. I flex my arms to try and change the blood flow, but I know it’s pointless. My girl will always turn me on.

After last night’s torture of lying next to her without being able to touch her, I’m bound to bust if she so much as looks at my cock.

Anna flinches at the harsh tone of my voice like she’s done something wrong, and even though my anger doesn’t dissipate, I swallow as much of it as I can. I’m not angry at her, and I don’t want her to think that I am.

“We’re buying you new clothes. Are you ready to go?” I try to sound comforting, but my words are clipped. I won’t settle down completely until we’ve fixed this and bought her whatever she needs.

“Wh-what?” Doe eyes, round as sea glass, focus on my lips like she can’t believe what I just said.

“New clothes.” I press her hands firmer against my chest. I can’t help myself. I love the feel of her hands on me. Talking takes effort, but I manage to get my thoughts out. “And whatever else you need. I’m buying. Are you ready to go now or would you like to wait until after breakfast?”

“Um.”

“That’s not an answer, Anna. You’re not in trouble here. I only want to take care of you.”

She closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. “I’m ready to go now. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” I lift one of her hands to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. “I haven’t earned it, but I will.” Releasing her hands, I take a step back and nod towards our bedroom. “This is your room now. Unpack if you want, take a shower, look around. I’ll be waiting downstairs when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now.” Anna smiles shyly and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can leave whenever. Just let me change out of this dress.”

I watch Anna clutch her bag to her chest and slip into the bathroom, wishing I could follow. As soon as she’s out of sight, I adjust my straining cock into the waistband of my boxers and get dressed. This will be torture - a beautiful, slow torture that ends with my girl getting what she needs, whether that’s clothes filling our closet or my cock between those gorgeous thighs.