Chapter 17
REN
I let her drag me away, focusing on how good it feels to have her hand in mine again, and letting that feeling calm me before we get to her door.
“El, I’m sorry but—” She shuts me up by slamming her mouth over mine, and I don’t kiss her back out of pure fucking shock. After what just happened, I was sure she’d be mad at me. I just showed her another example of how I have no control of myself.
“I wasn’t on a date with him, Ren. I wouldn’t do that.
How could I when I’m…” She stops herself from finishing and smiles as her cheeks flush red.
“I’m not interested in anyone but you,” she confesses before she quickly gets back to kissing me, and I stand static.
Still completely shocked at her reaction to what she just saw.
“So why were you with him?” I hate the jealousy I felt when I saw them together through that restaurant window. I almost put my fist through that, as well as that fucker’s face.
“I’ll explain, I promise I will, let's just get upstairs first.” She fumbles to open the door, and once we’re inside, she leaps up onto my body and wraps her legs around my hips.
“What happened to wanting to put on the brakes?” I laugh as I carry her up the stairs, my cock getting harder as the kisses she dots all over my neck make it difficult for me to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
“Ignore what I said,” she whispers breathlessly, kissing me again as I get us to her door. She hands me her set of keys so I can unlock it, and when I kick it open and step inside, I slam it closed and force her back against it.
“What's gotten into you, Kitten?” I hold her face up to mine by cupping under her chin and when I see the blood stains my fingers leave on her skin, the reality of the fact I have her, right here, at my mercy forces me to kiss her so fiercely, I have to remind myself to stop and let her breathe.
“I don’t know, I guess I missed you.” She smiles as her tiny chest rises and falls against mine. “I’m trying to do the right thing, Ren, but it doesn't feel right. Does that make sense?” My poor girl looks so confused and helpless.
“Does this feel right?” I lower my eyes between our bodies. I can’t let myself think about where that cunt at her office might have touched her. Not now, while I have her delicate little body in my hands.
“I just don’t want to depend on you,” she admits, biting her lip and suddenly looking all doubtful again.
“Why not?” I narrow my eyes when hearing that admission stings real deep.
“Because it’s not normal. All my life, I’ve wanted a healthy, stable relationship. I don’t know if we can have that, Ren. Not the way I feel.”
She’s probably right. There’s nothing healthy about the way I feel about her, either. She’s only known about my existence for three days. Three fucking days, and I’m already going to every length possible to plant my seed inside her.
“You might have to compromise a little on the healthy part, but never on how much you can depend on me. There is nothing… Nothing that I wouldn’t do for you,” I warn, denting my fingertips into her cheeks.
“Even kill my boss?” She blinks back at me, nervously, and instead of giving her an answer, I kiss her puckered-up lips so possessively, she shouldn’t have to ask me again.
She releases a sexy-as-sin moan into my mouth as my tongue commands hers and, needing so much more if it, I rip open her shirt and bust off the buttons, lowering my kisses down her neck and all over her pert, perfect tits.
My hands grip roughly at her ass cheeks as I drag her away from the door and take her toward her bed.
“What happened to you tonight? Why are your hands all bound and bloody?” she asks as I lie her down on the mattress. I ignore her and focus all my attention on unbuttoning her jeans before kicking off my sweats, and when my body’s on top of hers, she looks up at me all dreamy-eyed and beautiful.
“Why do you hide so much of yourself from me, Ren?” she asks, doing that thing she does with her fingers in my hair that makes me even fucking wilder for her.
“Are you prepared to take everything I give you, Kitten, bad or good?” I press her wrists to the mattress, hard to make sure she hears me.
This time, I’m the one asking the question, and it’s an important one, because having her feels too good to be true.
I need to know she can handle me as I am, because I’m rapidly learning there's no other way for me to be. “Everything.” She nods like she’s so sure of herself.
What I really want to do is tell Eloise the truth.
Admit I’m terrified that if she saw the monster I really am, she’d run, but instead, I take my cock and guide it between her legs, pushing up inside her and entering my own version of heaven.
“Have I not proven that already, Ren? I like what this is. I want it, I’m just scared that?—”
I slam my hand over her mouth because I can’t hear her fears, I’ve got far too much conscience when it comes to her, and I know her fears will wound me.
“No more being scared. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant it. I’d die before I let that happen.”
She grips my wrist and drags my hand away so she can speak.
“When are you gonna realize that I’m not scared of you, Ren?
I’m scared of myself.” She’s got tears in her eyes, and the years of pain and self-doubt that are behind them break my heart.
“I’m scared that I’m getting swept up in something that isn’t real.
I don’t know you, and you keep shutting me out.
I’m not myself when I’m with you. I lose all sense of caution.
I do wild, reckless things, and I’m scared that I’m going to push myself too far.
The one thing I’m not afraid of is you.”
I look down at her flat, little tummy and feel my cock twitch inside her when I think about making it swell.
“You should be scared of me, Kitten,” I start to thrust hard inside her, fisting her hair and looking down at how beautiful she looks as she takes me.
“You should have fucking ran when I told you to, because I’m never gonna let you go, not now.
” Instead of looking worried, she smiles at me, and it makes me seriously doubt this girl’s sanity.
Does she not believe me? Does she think all this is a game?
Maybe she’ll realize that she was wrong to doubt me when she finds out she’s growing my child inside her, but by then it will be too late.
For all I know, it already could be.
“I like how that sounds.” She keeps that beautifully na?ve smile on her face, and it makes me want to rip my heart out of my chest and put it inside hers. She’s owned it since the first day I saw her. She’s owned every fucking part of me and now I’m owning her in a way that can’t be reversed.
“You like how it sounds, huh?” I sit up on my knees, keeping my cock rooted deep inside her and her legs wrapped around my hips.
Keeping her thighs spread wide, I pump inside her hard and fast, watching her tits bounce.
“You wanna be mine forever?” I slide my hands up to her waist, my nails digging into her flesh as I keep thrusting, and there’s nothing hesitant about the nod she gives me back.
“Then stop being scared of what this is. Stop doubting yourself, and accept that this is real.” I shock her when I smack my fingers against her sensitive flesh, and her pussy locks me inside it like a vice.
“You like that?” I massage the sting I must have caused, gently, and watch as she starts to relax again.
“I like it all. I like everything you give me, Ren.” She lifts the top half of her body up to kiss me, and I meet her halfway, sliding my still-wrapped hands past her ears and cradling her head between them.
“Then we’re done trying to be normal, right?” I take her lip between my teeth before she can answer, biting down hard enough to taste her blood as she nods her reply.
“Fuck, you taste good, Kitten. So fucking good.” I’ve never tasted anyone else's blood before, I’ve never fucking wanted to. But nothing is ever enough with Eloise. I want to share every part of her, and now that I’ve got that taste of it, I can’t get enough.
“Ren, I’m coming,” she warns, sliding her hands over my chest. Her nails dig deep, into my flesh, clawing it open and drawing blood as I fuck her harder, and watch my pretty, little kitten come for me.
I want to tell her all my plans for us. I want to let her know that every time I come inside her pussy, I’m hoping that it knocks her up, but I don’t think she’s ready for that yet. It’ll just have to be a surprise.
“Lie back.” I wait for her to rest her shoulders back on the mattress before taking her hands and pinning them above her head. I stare deep into her sparkling, green eyes as my cock slides with such ease, in and out of her soaked-wet snatch.
“I promise you're gonna thank me for this,” I tell her, thrusting hard one last time and spilling everything into her. I growl like an animal as I hold still and steady, feeling my cum pump into her as she smiles up at the ceiling.
We both remain silent while we catch our breath, and when I brush her hair back off her face and smile at her, she starts to laugh.
“Ren, are we crazy?” she asks.
“Tell me what happened.” I turn serious on her, because downstairs she promised to tell me.
“I think you know what happened.” She closes her eyes, and when I feel her starting to drift away from me, I quickly pull her back.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I order, surprised by how quickly she responds.
“I’m tired, Ren, it’s been a long day. I really don’t want to talk about it, especially not after that.”
“You want me to go?” I frown, hating the idea of going back to the warehouse and watching her through the window or a laptop screen.
“No, I want you to stay. I want you to hold me while I sleep, and I want you to be here in the morning. It’s needy and it’s desperate, but?—”
“I want that, too.” I cut her off before she starts to freak out.
“Close your eyes, Kitten. Go to sleep.”
“Like this?” She looks down to where my cock is still hard and sheathed inside her.
“Can you think of a better way to go to sleep?” I smirk back at her playfully.
“Not one.” She smiles as I lower my head and rest it in the crook of her neck, and when her fingers start to play with my hair, I close my eyes and take comfort in how it feels.
“You know the police think it’s me,” her voice blurts out a few seconds later. She doesn’t bother to explain what she’s talking about because my girl is no fool. I can distract her and try to avoid the truth as much as I want…but she knows.
“I’ll fix it,” I promise her.
“Fix it, how? Ren, the police think I murdered my boss.”
“I’ll fix it.” I lift my head so I’m looking into her eyes again. “Don’t worry about it.” I kiss her before resting my head back into her shoulder, and when I feel her chest sag with relief, I finally close my own eyes and get some much-needed sleep.