Chapter 11 Donovan
ELEVEN
Donovan
“She needs things,” Torrin tells me the moment he steps into my office.
The room sits in the middle of the top floor, and from my courtyard gallery doors, I can see everything.
Her room to the right included. Hell, if I stand at the corner of my desk, I can see the door leading to her room.
I can see if the light is on behind the curtains.
I know this because I’m staring at it right now.
And I saw her little face peek out just a moment ago, her curious eyes taking everything in beyond her room.
I retreat back two steps as I force my gaze to leave her room. When I turn, I’m met with Torrin’s smart-ass expression, and I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“Just making sure she’s not trying to climb down the iron pillars to escape,” I say lamely. She wouldn’t be able to escape this place without me knowing, and I think she’s smart enough to realize it would be pointless to try.
“I don’t think she has plans of going anywhere,” he says. A little frown wrinkle appears between his brows as if he doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t want to leave, and I find myself irritated at the look.
Once his words hit me, I feel a little stunned by them. Anyone else in her position would be clawing at the walls and lifting up windows looking for an escape. But he’s right, she didn’t argue with me when I said she’s to stay here. Hell, I don’t even think she wanted to argue.
I have no idea how to read her or what to think about her. It’s driving me insane. She’s stolen all of my thoughts, and as a businessman running an underground empire, I don’t have time for that shit. I need this curse shit figured out and fixed so I can move on with my life.
“What things?” I finally ask.
“If I might make a suggestion,” he says, causally taking one of the seats in front of my desk. He’s crooked in the chair, grating on my nerves. His ankle goes to the opposite knee, and he slings an arm over the back of the chair.
“What?!” I growl. I move to take the seat behind the desk. I need space right now.
“Let her out tomorrow. Give her a day to explore and shop. She has nothing. So unless you want to go to her father’s to get her things—”
“Fine,” I give in with aggravation in my tone. I don’t have to look at him to know the victory smirk he’s wearing. “Tell Andre he’s on babysitting duty tomorrow.”
Now I’m the one flashing the smug victory grin. Torrin wants the job because he wants to dig deeper into Astra. He wants to meddle, and I just took it away from him.
His jaw tightens as he pulls out his phone and types out a message.
“Why do you think that is?” I ask blindly.
“Hmm?” he comes back with as he cuts his eyes up to look at me.
“Why is she so okay with staying here?”
He shrugs, finishes typing out his message, then puts his phone away before he answers with, “She doesn’t feel safe anywhere, so why not feel unsafe here and not die.”
I scowl at his words. I don’t like it, but he might be onto something.
It’s on the tip of my tongue how to make her stay here better, but I snap my mouth closed and clench my teeth for good measure.
This isn’t a vacation. It’s not about making her fucking comfortable. I need her here, and that’s all.
I’m not here to soothe her or take care of her because her father sure as fuck doesn’t. I’m not here to make up for the shitty life she’s probably had.
I crack my neck, using all my strength to push back the rising anger.
“Astra and the curse aside, what’s going on this week?” Torrin raises a brow as he asks the question.
Yes, this is what I need. Focus on work and the possibility of taking my anger out on someone tomorrow.
We talk for another hour before I send him on his way.
Then I sit in the damn office for another hour or two, lost in thought.
I haven’t come up with a solution or a different reason as to what’s going on.
In fact, I haven’t figured out anything, including the reason why my dick seems to be in a perpetual state of being half hard now.
I’m tempted to leave and have someone else fix this problem.
It wouldn’t be a challenge to find a fresh pussy to sink into so I can forget about Astra.
But then I dismiss the thought because it would mean I’m trying to prove to myself that this isn’t about the woman who’s penetrated my fortress.
The only woman to enter my sanctuary that I’ve fucked.
Just the thought makes me want to kill someone.
My legs feel a little stiff when I finally stand. I kill the lights, knowing there’s not much else for me to do tonight.
I use the outside gallery to cross to the other side of the house. I pull open the doors to my bedroom, letting them swing wide and not bothering to reach and shut them. The air is chilly, but I need the coolness of the breeze on my skin.
I toe off my shoes as I step inside. My shirt goes next, landing on the floor in a crumpled heap. I head for the bed but don’t bother with it. What I want is sitting right beside the bed on the night table. I click on the light, bathing the room in a dim glow.
A sinister smile tugs at my lips as my eyes land on the ruined pile of lace sitting right under the lamp.
I let my fingers run over the soft fabric before snatching the panties up.
My eyes fall heavy, lids closing, as I bring them to my nose and take a hit of Astra’s sweet smell.
My dick has been hard most of the day. I blame the weak moment we had.
That kiss. The way she felt pressed up against me.
And, fuck, being constantly reminded of how fucking hot and tight she’d been.
I’d been the one to break her in.
Fucking hell. That had never been a thing for me before, but clearly, Astra’s pussy is my temporary match. I’ve never craved another round with a woman before. But her… fucking sweet, innocent Astra has thrown my world off kilter.
I take the panties with me as I make my way back outside.
Her light is off now. I wonder if she’s asleep or wide awake and thinking about me.
I sit in the shadows, my eyes glued to her doors.
With the doors open behind me, the dim light spills from my room enough to barely light up my side.
My cock jerks behind my zipper as I lift her panties to my nose and take another hit.
She’d been so wet for me that night. So needy too. It had hurt her, yet she begged me not to stop. She was desperate to be split open and ruined by my cock.
And I fucking hope I did. I want her ruined, even if I don’t want her. It’s fucked up, which is probably the reason I’m smiling now.
I grunt as I unzip my pants and slouch in the chair. I pull my cock out and fist it. It’s hot and throbbing in my hand.
“Oh, my sweet little doe,” I whisper as I wrap the panties around my cock and slowly slide my fist up and down.
I work myself with restraint, torturing myself for whatever reason. I know nothing is going to feel as good as her tight heat, but this is getting me damn close to the edge with little effort. The contrast of my grip and the soft panties has my mind spinning.
I grunt again, jerking myself faster. I wrap the double layer of the crotch around the head of my cock, hoping that some of her scent will rub off on my skin.
Oh fuck, to wake up and smell her would drive me insane.
If I don’t find a way to deal with this, I’m going to be fucking jerking off in her panties all the damn time.
Hell, I’ll be sneaking into her room to steal more pairs.
“Fuck, Astra,” I growl out low.
The fabric becomes wet and sticky with my precum.
I stop toying with my cockhead and wrap my fist around the length again.
I jerk in slowly, long pulls from base to tip.
I don’t even try to hold back the grunts that escape me.
Let her hear. Let her get out of bed. Let her peek around the curtain and see what I’m doing.
My lids fall heavy, but not closed. I’m seeing it in my mind.
Her curvy body covered in only that sweater.
Her shoulder and tit exposed because the neckline has slid down her arm.
Her pussy gets wet as she watches me stroking myself.
She doesn’t know that I’m getting myself off to thoughts of her or using her panties, but that makes it more of a thrill for me.
She can’t stop herself from slipping those long fingers into her soaking pussy, her clit throbbing, her lips swollen.
My movements speed up. My free hand has a death grip on the arm of the chair as I start to jerk my hips up, fucking into my tight grip.
I let the fantasy play out in my mind.
Curiosity gets to her, and she steps out of her room. She makes it all the way around before she sees me, really sees me, and what I’m doing. Her eyes lock with mine, and I don’t even try to hide the dark lust clouding my gaze. Her cheeks tint pink as she spins and dashes back across the gallery.
“Run, little doe,” I say, imagining myself chasing after her.
I come with a long, gravelly moan, spilling my cum into her panties.
Fuck.
I go limp in the chair, the panties and my fist still wrapped around my softening cock.
Fuck.
That seems to be the only word my mind can come up with.
My dick twitches when I imagine making her wear these panties all soiled with my cum, despite the fact that I’m holding nothing more than a shredded scrap of fabric.
Yeah, I need to get this shit under control.