Jacob
After leaving my father, I don’t immediately go to the room where I sent Ella.
I don’t want to scare her. So, with my own barely-repressed rage, I find a private bathroom and toss my now ruined mask onto the marble countertop without a care.
The lower half of the golden plastic is cracked from my father’s hands, and I glare at the offensive item before turning to survey my own features.
Marks of red across both sides of my face.
Damn it. Cranking the knobs of the sink, I cup both palms under the spray of water that jets out and splash it onto my heated skin.
Tilting my face right and then left, I curse silently.
I’ll have to wait hours for the evidence of my father’s actions to fade, and I’m not willing to wait hours to get to her.
Taking out my cell phone, I stare at the screen. There’s little more than an hour left until midnight and though there’s no physical reason for me to believe that my pretend princess will disappear then, something inside of me urges me to go to her. To take her before the chance passes.
Cursing again, I shove the phone back into my pocket and slick back my hair with water from the faucet.
Then, I turn and hit the light as I exit and head upstairs.
The closer I draw to the room, my footsteps quicken the moment I hit the second floor’s carpeted hallway, the more I wonder if she decided against letting me have her.
Will she be there? Or would she have run?
The question is answered a moment later as I find the right room and open the door. The old wood creaks slightly and I glance down, noticing that the key is still sticking in the hole. Taking it, I untwist the old-fashioned metal piece and pull it free.
Ella stands in the middle of the room, her back to me and mere feet from the bed that I want to splay her upon.
Her head turns slightly to the side and unwilling to let her see my face, lest she notice the marks my father left behind, I reach out and turn off the lights.
The door closes behind me and I lock it.
In the silence, I hear her breath catch. My cock strains at the sound, throbbing against the front of my trousers as a bone-deep hunger claws at my gut. Hunger for her, to bow this innocent creature to my whims and let her swallow everything I have to give her.
“Jacob?” Shivers chase down my spine at the sound of my name on her lips. I’ll hear it more before this night is through. Taking another step farther into the room, I set the key on the antique French carved table next to the door.
“Yes, Ella?” Fuck, is that my voice? The sound is low, guttural—more like a beast than a man.
She turns and the soft glow of moonlight illuminates the side of her face, glinting over the golden strands of her hair. Is that her real hair, I wonder absently, or a wig?
Wanting to know, I cross the room, not stopping until I’m standing right in front of her. Reaching up, I cup her face and then, for the first time this night, I lower my head to hers. Bless her, but she doesn’t resist me.
There’s no sly pressure against my chest of a woman teasing her man. Ella wants my mouth on hers as much as I do. Her lips part at the slightest touch of mine and with a groan, I close my arms around her, bringing her against my chest as I take her mouth hard.
Sliding my tongue over hers, I kiss her until her whole body sags against me.
Wrapping herself and her arms around my shoulders, she tilts her head back, silently begging for more.
I tunnel my fingers into her curls and yes, it’s real.
It may be a little powdery—makeup?—but her hair is as real as the woman in front of me, thick strands snagging on my digits as I hold her head in my palm and direct her where I want her.
Wet. Slick. Kiss after kiss.
When I leave her mouth, she’s got her eyes closed and her lips are soaked and puffy. Male pride spurs me into action. I lift a hand and touch my thumb to her lower lip. Her eyes flutter upward and land on mine.
It’s a fucking crime to do this with the lights out. Her skin is creamy and smooth, but there’s still so much hidden that I want to see. I could fucking kill my father for his violence. One day, I might. But not tonight. Tonight is all about her.
“I’m clean,” I tell her, the words I know I need to speak coming out lower than I intend them, so I clear my throat before getting to the rest. “I can show you the results of my last test if you want, but I get checked out regularly.” I don’t tell her the reason.
That my father’s inclinations have me seeing doctors far more than I care to admit.
This is just for tonight and she doesn’t need to see the ugliness of reality while we’re in this place.
When she doesn’t reply immediately, I let my thumb drop down to her chin and then beneath her jaw, tilting her face up. “Ella?”
She blinks. “I-I’m clean too,” she stutters as if realizing that I was waiting for her assurance as well. “A-and I’m on the pill.”
Oh fuck. Does that mean what I think it means? The thought of coming inside of her sends a lick of fire right up my spine.
“Good. That’s … very good,” I tell her.
Wide, brown eyes continue to stare up at me. “Jacob?” she whispers into the dark.
I close my eyes and pray for strength. “Yeah, Ella?”
One beat passes. Two. Three. I open my eyes and glance down at her. It’s only when our gazes collide again that she speaks.
“Are you going to take off my dress?”
Fuck. Me.
I’m going to wreck this girl. I’m going to take out all of my frustrations on her body and fuck her into oblivion.
Unlike that damned father of mine, I’m going to make her enjoy it.
Nights. Days. Years will pass and she will never have another better than me.
No experimentation, no man, no woman will ever be able to give her what I can.
It makes me a bastard, but I’m going to carve my soul into her flesh and make sure she remembers me long after this night has ended.