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

5. Mark

Anna’s upstairs hanging her new clothes in our closet. She’ll likely find my clothes there, too, and might question it - but I haven’t heard a peep from her since what happened in the dressing room earlier this afternoon, and that worries me.

I took it too far, too soon. I know I did. This morning was clear evidence of that before we even got to the clothing store. But she’s just so…

Irresistible.

And I’ve been waiting for her for far, far too long.

As soon as we came home from our shopping trip, I cleared out half of my closet for her. Threw clothes from my dresser so that she could have the top two drawers. The entire bathroom vanity is hers, too, and anything else I can give her to make her comfortable. I haven’t told her any of this explicitly, but I’m hoping she’ll learn. I’m hoping she’s curious about our home and opens drawers and doors on her own. Once I learn what she likes, I’ll fill our home with them. Whatever nicknacks or bobbles or lotion jars or candles or whatever women like. I’ll go broke buying things for her. I don’t care.

She is a treasure that must be guarded. Worshiped. Loved endlessly.

And I’ll make sure that with every breath in my lungs, she knows just how important she is to me. How important it is that she is letting me help her over anyone else she could have asked.

The bottom step of the stairs creaks and I turn to watch as Anna appears from around the corner. To my delight, she’s wearing one of her new shirts, a white one, and silk pajama shorts. Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun with little strands framing her face, and all I want to do is sink my fingers into her knot of hair and force her head back so I can devour her. Press her up against the wall and claim her mouth before sinking my fingers into her perfect cunt.

Damn, does that thought get me hard. I’m glad that I’m hidden behind the bar or else Anna would see the outline of my cock threatening to break my jeans at the seams.

“You’re smiling,” she notices, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Happy to see me again so soon?”

“I’m always happy to see you, Anna.” I ignore my aching cock and the cheeky joke on the tip of my tongue and force myself to turn back to the stove to finish cooking. There will be time for fucking later. “Have a seat. I’m making breakfast since we skipped out on it earlier. Hope you like maple sausage.”

One of the bar stools scrapes against the hardwood as she does as she’s told. Good girl.

After a brief moment of silence, she takes a quick breath. “Mark, why are your clothes still in my room?”

“Our room,” I correct immediately. “I don’t have a spare bedroom since I never have guests. I turned that space into an office years ago. So I only have one bedroom.” I serve sausage links and fried eggs onto two plates and place one in front of her, then one beside her for me. Meeting her gaze, I hold her eyes. “I won’t have you sleeping on the couch. It’s our bedroom, Anna.”

She bites her perfect lip - dammit, Anna, don’t do thator I’ll snap - and nods. She doesn’t ask for me to sleep on the couch, say that she’s leaving, or anything else she could demand of me. She just accepts that the bedroom is ours, and I already know how dangerous that is. If she’s that pliant now, there’s no telling what will happen once I have her between the sheets with me.

I don’t know that I can control myself if she’s that close. Hell, I can barely control myself now.

She’s home. And I want to christen every room in the house with the sounds of her moaning around my cock. Fill her up with my come and mark her as mine every single night - until the day the devil takes me for corrupting such a beautiful young woman.

“Are you okay, Mark? You’re staring at me.” Anna fidgets uncomfortably, and I can’t help but brush the back of my fingers across her cheek.

“I’m just marveling at how lucky I am to have you, Anna.” I press my thumb into her bottom lip and shudder as she licks the tip instinctually. Dear God, is she perfect. I can’t wait to slide my cock through those lips and feel her tongue slide up and down my shaft.

As though she can sense my thoughts, she blushes. To spare us both, I remove my hand from her face and clutch the edge of the bar to keep from touching her.

“I’m glad you’re allowing me to stay here,” she admits gently. “I really appreciate it. But I promise, I won’t be dead weight. I can pay rent, do your laundry, wash the dishes - whatever is needed! I’m pretty good at housework—”

“Do you expect me to make you work?” My gaze narrows at how readily she’s offering her services. What did her father do to her to make her feel like she owes me something? Or that she has to earn her keep? Shaking my head, I sigh. “Anna, don’t worry about it. I’m going to take care of you. You don’t owe me anything.”

She opens her mouth to protest and I frown, using my height to my advantage and leaning over her. A gasp escapes her lips as a growl rumbles in my chest.

“You. Don’t. Owe. Me. I am doing this for you, for us, and I won’t accept anything that you feel obligated to give me. I won’t. I don’t want you to do something because you feel like you have to, Anna. I want you to do something because you want to. In this house, under our roof, you only do things you want to. Got it?”

A breathy yes is all it takes to bring my cock to full attention, and I can’t help myself. I love that sound. And I love seeing Anna in our home. “Sweetheart,” I groan, propping myself up with a hand on the back of her chair. “If you make sounds like that, I’m going to have a hard time telling myself no every time I want to touch you.”

Her eyes widen the same moment she clenches her thighs together, and I have to tighten every single muscle in my body to keep from devouring her right here and now.

“You should do what you want to, Mark,” she whispers, wrapping her arm around my neck. “Isn’t that a house rule?”

My voice comes out hard as concrete, and it still isn’t as hard as my cock locked in my jeans. “If you’re giving me permission, Anna, you can’t take it back. Ever. I will always want you. I will always want to fuck you, not just kiss you and hold your hand. I’m not a boy from your school - I’m a man, and I know what I want.”

“You want me?” She sounds disbelieving, and there’s no room for that here.

I’ll have to prove to her how much I mean it. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to enjoy this.

“I don’t just want you, Anna,” I growl, breathing in her intoxicating scent, letting it fill me up, “I need you.”

The moment our lips meet, I’m no longer a man. I’m a monster. This is Henry’s and Lauren’s daughter, their little girl who went neglected for years, and she’s all I fucking want. She’s all I want to fuck and kiss and marry and share my life with. I’ll take care of her in ways she never dreamed, starting with that precious pussy of hers.

A monster needs to eat, after all.